Feb
23
2010
Stalking. Stalking back.
The last week or so have been a set of downright pleasant days. Shall we count the ways:
- Baseball’s position players reported to spring training yesterday
- I exchanged awesome emails with the wife of the late jazz great Charles Mingus
- We caught my friend Walter‘s really excellent show at the Armory Cafe in Somerville
- We hung out with friends at Toad a couple nights later
- My wife gave me an early birthday present of a high-priced Invictus wristwatch bought for a preposterously low price
- And I wasn’t immediately shot down when I floated the idea of going to Chicago on the Center for Future Civic Media’s dime to present projects to high schoolers who happen to be students of one of my best friends
It’s like I’m Gatsby and life is a squirrel, and we’re just waiting for the right moment to attack and/or spoon each other.
It’s a lot better than the week or two prior, which was capped off by a scream from the bathroom as my wife accidentally discharged a loaded heart-shaped Valentine’s liquid soap:
