Lame Times Three

This is a perfectly lovely little video. If you have six minutes - I know, an eternity in internet video time! - give it a whirl.

Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn from Fifty People, One Question on Vimeo.

Where would you wish to wake up tomorrow? That question really suceeded in capturing my imagination the other day. I guess it says a bit about my personality and state of mind that I searched my memory for the most wonderful place that I could remember waking up over the last few years. I rewound to beds and hostels and apartments and morning views from windows in several Central American, Asian, and North American cities. I considered emotions more than company, simple location more than emotion, the past much more than future possibility. But I thought about all of these things. I haven't yet come up with a definitive answer, though I have conjured some great contenders. What a fun thought exercise.

There is a boy that I like. The circumstances of our meeting could not have been more perfectly off-the-wall, more expectedly unexpected. Imagine someone slipping on a banana peel or standing in front of a huge audience with his zipper down and you aren't far off.

Of course, there are a million miles between "There is a boy that I like" and "There is a boy, and he and I are in like with each other." I tend to view this as a similar situation to a job search, though. (That sounds rather dispassionate, doesn't it? My, what a romantic I've unbecome.) The biggest hurdle to getting oneself a new job is scoring an interview; getting past that resume stage, having the opportunity for the sit-down, face-to-face. After that, it is cake and "Where's my cubicle, who signs the overtime slips, please?" (I say this not because it is true for me, but because it is true for every person that reads my blog. Give us a chance, and we succeed.)

So it is pretty much the same thing with friendships and relationships. It is difficult to charm some handsome boy with a Facebook message or make a new friend just by sharing your table with them at the coffee shop. You need a chance to talk, to ask, to wear a new shirt that you love, to show them your favorite restaurant and pay the bill and put your best face forward. So I guess that I'm hoping for that chance.

My coworker is pregnant. Her pregnancy is making me hungry. She just found out that she is expecting on Friday, and she's already eating for two, bringing these elaborate, delicious-smelling meals to work or ordering the most fantastic greasy takeout in a forty block radius. I just realized that the second sentence of this paragraph might make it sound like I want to eat her or her baby. That's funny. I don't.

Currently Listening to:
Sun Kil Moon Ghosts of the Great Highway and
Ryan Adams and the Cardinals Cardinology