>my new life suffix: ING
November 28, 2006 § 6 Comments
>I met another PBGV on the street today. A dog walker was out with her and with a beagle. It was like hound heaven. We bonded over our love of hounds and I realized that both PBGVs I’ve met live on 18th Street.
I bought a bed! Well, I bought a queen-sized mattress. I can’t bring myself to spend a couple extra hundred dollars for the box frame. It’s arriving tomorrow after work and then no more air mattress for me! I don’t want to keep sleeping on the a.m., but I have been sleeping well these past few nights.
I never think I’m old, and I’m not, but I did have a minor freak out at work the other day because some of the high schoolers that volunteer at housing works didn’t know who Hall & Oates are. One of them thought I was talking about cereal. This is Hall & Oates! Even if you wanted to ignore them, how could you not know at least one of their songs?! I never thought I would grow up to be one of those, “Oh my goodness, you’re so young!” adults. Now I’m not so sure.
I’ve been having these fantasies of turning my apartment into a movie theater on the first Tuesday of every month. I was thinking I’d call it “Tuesdays at Gili’s”. I’d pick out a great movie (by my standards) and put all of my valuables in the airshaft. I’d make Rice Krispy treats, serve root beer, and project the movie on one of the walls (which are white and perfect for movie-watching), and charge people three dollars to squeeze into my apartment. It would be one of those fun, obscure things around town. People would say, “There’s nothing else going on, let’s go see what’s playing at Tuesdays at Gili’s.” Maybe I could even have a tiny marquee on the gate of my building. Most likely it would end up being more labor than fun, which is how my fantasy always ends, but it’s the kind of thing I would go to, so I bet there are others who would enjoy it.
Reading helps me revise my work. Right now, I’m in another Alice Munro trance. Every page gives me ideas about how to slow down and get further inside my characters. I’ve been reading a few paragraphs, then revising a little, then reading some more. I’m feeling a lot less discouraged.
On a grander feeling spectrum, there’s something in me that feels like I’m on the cusp of something. I can’t really say more because I don’t know more. Today I realized New York really allows me to be in my element in a way that the Bay Area and Minneapolis never did. I hope this feeling doesn’t wear off, but for now, I’m trying to live it up.
Tomorrow is World AIDS Day, which has new meaning for me because many of my coworkers are positive. I saw a really excellent documentary on PBS about a month ago, which addressed how serious the HIV/AIDS crisis is in the U.S. and how it’s wonderful that we’re focusing our attention on the pandemic in other countries, but we still have an urgent situation in this country. I don’t need to go into detail about how our ambivalence is completely linked to racism and classism, but all of this is on my mind as tomorrow approaches. Before working at my current job, I wasn’t used to being around people who casually speak about how lucky they are to be alive, and how they’ve lost so many friends to the illness and are so sick of attending funerals. It’s good to be reminded that I shouldn’t take life for granted.
[On a lighter note, I’m still not sure about what to do in regard to the blog privacy issue. I’ll keep you posted.]
Newfound treasure: Trader Joe’s Honeybush Herbal Tea (really good with a drop of soy milk)
p.s. I am always bragging about how quiet my apartment is. It’s like a fort in the city. Not tonight. It’s 12:30 and I was getting ready for bed when all these construction workers showed up. THEY ARE DRILLING A HOLE IN THE STREET RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BUILDING!! So far, it’s been twenty minutes of drilling. I just went to check on what was going on and one of my neighbors yelled, “shut up!” at them out her window. I’m not sure what they’re digging for. Maybe they found gold. Really, it’s unclear why there’s this midnight urgency. It’s going to be a long night…