Oh Internets, I feel like we have grown apart over the past month. Sure you still deliver email & twitter updates, but remember the fun times? Back when you had funny videos and memes. Now I get all of that from television. And half of what is on television isn’t even real!  No, reality happens in museums.

Perhaps this longing has to due with the fact that I must travel to get to you.  Perhaps it is because while the iPhone can do many things, it can not play videos from Facebook.  I don’t even download all the great music that you have anymore.  It’s a sad state of things I say.

I hope to hang out soon internets.  I really do.

Best!

This evening I got together with dome of the cool kids from my former place of employment. we caught up on all that is new in 2010 including one of the kids being on SNL. Sure it was only one skit and you could only see part of his face, but it was SNL for christsakes!

After multiple adult beverages at HiFi-a bar in the East Village that the last time I entered I felt too unhip to stay-Baby Michael, She Who Will Mot Facebook and I headed out to get a slice. As you may know there is forever an argument on who has the best pizza in NYC. Well, add another one to the lust because one slice actually filled me up. In fact, I couldn’t even finish it, which gets mad props in my book. We went to Artichoke on 14th street between 1st and 2nd Ave. It’s a bit pricey, but well worth it. I got the namesake slice and was not only pleased, but impressed by the amount of food.

Oh wonderous world of the 21st century. There are so many things that I get to do now that just wasn’t possible last year or the year before. For one I can now update my blog directly from my WordPress application. Thank you world. Perhaps there will be more updates now. Maybe even photos taken on the street. The doors are wide open.

Nick Hornby had a column in The Believer about his monthly book buying versus book reading habit.  As a professional writer he tended to have quite a book buying habit.  Mine is more ridiculous than his.  I’m mean to myself about it as well.  Just the other day I bullied myself into purchasing a book.

I was down at St. Mark’s Bookshop just looking about when I spotted The Shanghai Gesture.  It was listed as one of the best works of 2010 so far by another writer type.  I picked it up and flipped through it.  I read a couple of lines and thought…um I don’t get it.  So I put it back.  Then, of course I started in on myself.  You don’t get it?  You don’t get it?  What kind of idiot are you?  You are smart enough to ready a book?  What’s wrong with you?  I turned around and picked it back up.

Of course I also bought three other books, two of which were on sale.  Did I need the KGB Non-Fiction Reader or Jack Kerouac’s American Journal?  No, just like I didn’t need Herself Defined but I picked them up anyway.

The next day I was at Book Culture, oh why oh why did I even go inside?  Of course I ended up with an armful of books.  This time it was The Male of the Species, The Galosh, A Guide to Philosophy in Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes, The Convalescent, and Ablutions.  Of all of these books and all of the books purchased in June which included Yeti 7, Spirits of the Salmon River, and the literary journal from Naropa University I have read exactly one of these titles.

I’m a bookoholic.  I have a problem.  I need professional help.  And no a library card will not suffice.  I know this.   I have library cards.  They just make the problem worse.

I’ve been sucked into Twitter.  It’s true.  I joined initially when it first went live cause you know I’m cutting edge.  I think I used it maybe 15 times then abandoned it for booze.  Anyway I was sitting at work and She Who Will Not Facebook told me about Shia Lebeouf’s comment about his mother and how he wouldn’t mind tapping that ass.  Well I had to tell him that it is inappropriate to talk about your mom that way.  So I used the old librarian skills and discovered his twitter account.

I followed him for about a week before he said something that I could reply to that pertained to tapping ass/mom/inappropriateness, but that week was all it took.  I was hooked.  Now I was following BrooklynVegan, The L Magazine, and some of my favorite bands.  I wasn’t actually going to the websites as much and missed the announcement of Mika, but did know that The Teenagers were playing at the Seaport.

I love The Teenagers because they are French and fabulous.  And some of there lyrics are about getting off your computer–how could I not love them.

Anyway I went to the show.  It was a little chilly out and not at all crowded, or even populated.  It was awkward.  I still had a great time, I managed to avoid showing up in the photos and dogded being forced to sing into the microphone.  I was debated sticking around for Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, but it was chilly.

I bailed and decided to hit the after party where they were spinning.  I went home to drop my bag and get a jacket.  I checked Twitter as I got home and Le Poisson Rouge said that they would release more Mika tickets.  There went me hitting the after party…cause it is Mika at Le Poisson Rouge.

So I then spent the evening jumping through hoops to get my tickets, of course I could have just waited till the next day when they just gave away the password but where is the fun in that?  Besides The Teenagers are in town for the weekend and are spinning for the Peaches Afterparty.

Today I got a mix from Mercury Lounge thanks to the Tweet.

What’s the lesson here?  Twitter is good.

So there are lots of things in the news these days.  Eminem getting teabagged by Bruno–I think Eminem should have motorboated that.

One of the more disturbing things is the new cancer vaccine. Didn’t we learn that curing cancer turns out poorly? I’m not sure if Will Smith will actually be able to save us. What, you don’t remember? Come on now:

I’ve always been a fan of the P.S.A.  You know the more you know the further you’ll go.  This week has been the week of P.S.A. direct from me to you.

PSA:  Chairlift just isn’t that great.  They have that one song, but seriously I fell asleep during their set.

PSA:  Desktop publishing has led to a change in grammar rules.  Single spaces after punctuation marks are now acceptable. (Personally I find it offensive, but it is the word on the street.)

PSA:  Toilet paper with aloe is a lot like wiping with soggy toilet paper.

PSA:  Hugh Jackman is naked for an extended period of time in Wolverine.

PSA:  Peter Bjorn and John are better live than you’d expect.  And the name of the band would be better with commas, as Bjorn is a person (with a 70s stash).

Be on the look out for more PSAs curosity of me!

This weeks topic of conversation is hugs. Do you hug? What are the rules for hugging? Do you hug some friends, but not others? Are you an active hugger-do you initiate? Are you receptive to hugs? Is there a hugging curve?

This topic came up because I was hugged unexpectantly.  There are certain relationships that hugs would be left out of, at least I thought so.  This particular instance is the working relationship.  Yes, of course I hugged back when faced with the hug, but it caught me off guard.  I don’t hug my boss or co-workers, yet a vendor hugged me.

At first I thought perhaps it was a generational thing, but then I was reminded that many people of different generations also hug.  Some relationships are just hugging ones.  So really, do you have any thoughts?

Every morning when I wake up I peek outside the window in my bedroom and listen for the distant moan of zombies.  I cock my head discerning if that is the wail of the living dead I hear on the wind or just another cat in heat.  Today like every other day there was no sign of zombies.

I realize living in one of the more populated cities that I may not make it out alive when the zombies do attack, thus I am ever alert.  If I need to grab a pipe on my way out the door and start bashing them about the head I want to know about it as soon as possible.

Today’s lack of zombies really did bring about disappointment.   Between the terrible play of KU last night, sure they won, but they barely deserved it adn were just embarrassing and all the bullshit of day to day life I was ready to beat in some zombie brains Shaun of Dead style.

The only thing that sort of saved the day is that my beret arrived.  Check it out.  I am so French:

Am I dating?  Am I not dating?  This is a question I’ve been asked repeatedly over the past couple of weeks.  The answer is…um I dunno. Do I go out?  Yes.  Do I hang out with people of the opposite sex?  Yes.  Is there occassionally some swapping of bodily fluids?  Yes.  Am I dating…um I dunno.

Here’s the thing; in dating this implies some sort of agreed upon day, time, and schedule.  I do not have any of these.  There is never a phone call three or four days in advance asking to meet at a specified location for a specified activity.  However I tend to run into people when I’m out and hang out with them almost exclusively.  For example last Monday I stopped in for a beer and Cheese Guy was there.  We hung out for a while and then walked to the subway–I might have walked him to the subway.  This was not planned.  There has never been a phone call made about whether or not we will show up at the bar–it’s just a given.  (Of course I once had an entire relationship like this–see Tuesday Guy).

Now, here’s the thing.  This type of thing happens once a week or more.  So my social life when I do head out is quite full.  You all remember the Canadian correct?  Then there is Cheese Guy and a variety of investment bankers (which I will no longer hang out with due to their lack of personality), not to mention friends popping in and out.  So to answer your question: no I don’t think I’m dating.  I don’t think I ever really dated-was just engaged that one time.