Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Hmm...I didn't make a post yesterday, but I don't feel guilty about that. 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Ok, my roommate wants to sell his computer for $250, and I may take him up on that offer.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Friday, August 26, 2011

Jeez, am I actually going to restart the "make one blog post per day" habit?  It seems I must, since I'm back in New York.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

When I returned to New York, around 3 A.M., a bunch of Verizon workers were tented out next door in the street.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Here is some old H.D.S. footage of a conversation about Tucker Max.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Here is "War of the Worlds," starring a young Clapton Von Hendrix III in his American debut.



Monday, August 22, 2011

Whenever I sign into Facebook now I'll type facebook.com/{insert random letters}.

That way, I'm taken to a blank page that simply says "The page you requested was not found", and I'm not inundated with other people's wall updates.  (Because, once you see one person's update, the compulsion is to scroll down and read ten more...)

By the way, did you know that typing http://www.facebook.com/dkdkdkdkd takes you to the page of Abdallah Chahine?

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011

I'm watching an episode of Silent Library featuring Jimmy Fallon.  How the fuck is Jimmy Fallon going to be able to keep silent?

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The great Joe DiMaggio began his 56-game hitting streak on May 15th, 1941.  The hitting streak ended on July 17th, when DiMaggio went 0-for-3 against Cleveland.   

From reading Moneyball, I learned that baseball scouts nowadays prize a hitter's on-base-percentage, of which walks is an important component. 

In the 4th inning of that game, DiMaggio received a walk.  So how many games in a row did DiMaggio actually reach base?  And should not reaching base in consecutive games be considered a portentous record as well? 

I don't know the answer to either of those questions, and I'm not particularly interested in looking the first one up.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Most hotel rooms (and some hostels) in London provide free coffee packets and electric water heaters in the room, so when I woke up I figured, "What the hell.  Free coffee."  I don't normally drink coffee.
About half-an-hour later I felt the urge to gag my throat, and so walked over to the toilet, gagged myself, and felt the bit of regurgitated matter that, maybe once a month, spontaneously leaps up my throat into my mouth--and which, more often than not, I swallow back down.  It's not an entirely unpleasant experience.  But this turned out to be a different matter.    

Four cycles in total, once I finished.

And afterwards I could smell the stench of stale coffee on my breath.  My sense of smell isn't usually keen, and to be struck by a scent is kind of rare. 

And afterwards I wondered to myself, "Is that why creative people--by which I mean, creative people as I imagine them--like to drink coffee, and smoke cigartettes?  And why they always write about characters with the smell of coffee and cigarettes on their breath.  Because the scent is so strong?" 

Water has no scent.  You could drink water while doing anything. 
But if you're surrounded by the stench of coffee and cigarettes, then...