Having committed the offense for which this endeavor is named, I appear doomed to spin out another fitful post. We dined at a Mexican restaurant tonight, and the inevitable overeating fueled by the bottomless chip basket and Sauza margaritas spurred me to walk home from the restaurant. On the way, I happened on an interesting new coffee shop (in Seattle, this news is as stunning as discovering a mushroom fairy ring has come up overnight). Feeling like a little java might help me ‘get right’ for the trip up the hill, I stopped in and ordered my signature drink, a doubleshot macchiato with a dab of nonfat foam. The drink was near-perfect, and I motored on home.
However, I’ve been up screwing around ever since, trying to run some windows-registry gremlins out of my wife’s computer, and shirking that duty by grabbing my laptop and reading the work of more accomplished bloggers. Tomorrow’s gonna suck.
The kid came in from an assignation at a local tavern, and I tried my best to keep up with a discussion of post-modernism, existentialism, Hesse, Sartre and Beckett. He’s majoring in English at UW, and I’m being inexorably exposed as a poseur in literary matters. I read Hesse in my early 20s, and remember the works as turgid and solipsistic, even to the turgid and solipsistic young man that I was. My son is more taken with the novels, and I may have to revisit them to gauge the accuracy of my recollections, though I barely have time to complete my required reading (I’m in an online book club).
Also checked up on war news, scanning cnn.com and, reluctantly, foxnews.com. I haven’t watched any TV coverage, but can’t believe that there is any more immediate or informative content on TV than on the internet. I was struck by the irony of Bush exhorting Iraq to adhere to international law and the Geneva Convention. Also seeing the euphoria melting away as we learn that, when billions of dollars of ordinance is careening around in a small space, people are gonna get hurt. I hope for not much longer.
