...which of course we weren't speaking about because, let's be honest, we've really actually
been speaking about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING for the past two months while whirlygirl wasted away
in the darkest corner of my laptop, which you should not interpret to mean that there hasn't been a lot to talk about--
because truly there is A LOT TO TALK ABOUT, PEOPLE!-- but when you vanish from the Web like one of those Lost
people every day brings with it a heightened expectation, which after two months becomes an insurmountable amount of
expectation, so heightened that even the mere thought of it sends my writing motivation into a state of catatonic
paralysis-- and then you have to add the fact that every day that passes without a post is coincidentally just ANOTHER
day during which things happen, and some of these things HAPPEN BIG, so veRY BIG!, and these things big things just
BEG to be mused upon, to be artfully embellished, and to be strewn across the ether for anyone just the slightest bit interested
to read-- and when you tally up the expectation on top of all of those THINGS, you have an extremely tall order worthy of
a few very small, and dutifully controlled, panic attacks.
Which is really just my way of admitting, but also kind of ignoring, the fact that, yeah, it's been FOR-FREAKIN'-EVER.
But today on my walk home from Chrome on Q Street where I stood beside David Gregory and his young son while they placed an order for
220 reprints of a photograph to go on their holiday card (220? Ouch!) I just up and decided that it was about time to say
to hell with all the hype and pick up where we left off. Well sort of-- if we had actually left off speaking about
quasi-celebrity sightings, which we didn't because, as Todd has reminded me SEVERAL times over the past two months, we
were talking about pastimes-schmastimes. But you've stuck with me this far, and so I'm guessing you're willing
to shrug, sit back, and go along for the ride.
And during this ride, over time these words will work their way forwards and backwards, interweaving the very recent,
eventful, EXCITING past with the usual nuts, bolts, and snapshots of the present.
Think of it as a Tarantino film. But without Pai Mei or "The Bonnie Situation". |
