music

Why does taste in music often change as one gets older? Has yours?

I like to think that there are soundbuds in the ear that mature like tastebuds.

I have never been more ashamed.

In an effort to lose the weight I gained during my 6-month internship with the refrigerator and bar, I've been Eating Right & Exercising, by which I mean waking up every morning expecting to look like Heidi Klum. Here, at my new place of employment, we have an on-site fitness center (which in my imagination was vast and gleaming) with an elliptical machine so haaaaaaard (you have to balance on the pedals) that the only reason I can come up with why a designer here is quitting to join the Army is because he figures that when it comes to getting fit and preserving morale, it will be easier than the elliptical machine. Anyway, the morning after I rode this beast, I got on the scale, looked down, and thought "(miffed sound!) I'm not doing this for my health!"

The Dove You-Tube people are going to come after me, use me in one of their videos, and then slay me. And it will be just.

Anonymous!

I mean the one who posted about the bathing cap while reading. That totally gave you away. I know who you are.

observation

Right, so I just want to point out that every day, across the globe, many people step into showers wearing their reading glasses, probably.

overheard in davis sq.

Wandered into one of those cooler-than-thou little hand-crafty boutiques where you can like buy a little kit that walks you through embroidering a skull. I was ignored by the hipsterette behind the jewelry counter, which irritated me, and then I was irritated that I was irritated since normally I love being left alone by salesy types. Then someone came up and asked Hippetta if she had a different one of some thing or another, since the one was dusty, and she said "Basically, what you see is what's out."

Good but not as good as when a pair of girls was walking ahead of me through Harvard yard, and one said to the other, "I mean, we literally made eye contact."


Obviously, I have never made any sort of messy statement like these.

Litmus

I was telling P. about the sailing thing that Jen and I had gone on, the one which promised "up to eight cheeses." He asked how many cheeses there were. I thought for a moment, and then told him I thought four or five, but probably five, because five is more likely to be considered "up to eight" than four was. They could have served only two cheeses and still claimed "up to eight," since this has thus far gone unregulated. Then P. said he imagined I was a big hit on the boat.

wastin' away....in Someromerville.....

Of all the reasons to be up at twenty to six on an unemployed Friday morning, my favorite is when your friend Jen is taking you to Key West for the weekend.