the weakerthans, again. something about small-town depressions, about not being in the place you want to be. i got my crash course last night at the diner, of all the drama i've been missing. or not missing, depending on semantics. who did what to whom, how, and why. who's dating whom, who broke up, who hates this person and that person. and i couldn't decide whether to scream or just go home. so i tried to turn the conversation. to books, to anything else. and then the main talker went home. at which time i decided: there are certain people that i can only take in small doses. once every few months would do nicely.
basil and i have a project now though. both of us being frustrated by the turn diner conversations have taken lately. and by the fact that we need to curb our prodigious vocabularies for the understanding of others. and, for me at least, by the utter lack of interesting guys that i don't already know too well to date. so we formulated a Plan. the details are fuzzy, but we decided to collect all the smart, weird people we know under one roof on a semi-regular basis. neither of us is particularly interested in a book club, but we'll resort to that if we have to. because we know interesting people, but in far-flung groups and places. any ideas, gentle reader, on how to form a circle of friends?
i should clean my car, prepare to install the new fuzzy blue seatcovers. i've turned to consumerism, empty as ever.
"swear i way more than half believe it when i say that somewhere love and justice shine, cynicism falls asleep, tyranny talks to itself, sappy slogans all come true..."
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