Two Years

As of today 9/25/09 I have been living in New York for two years. I'm not quite sure what all I can say that I've accomplished. Lots of introspection. Learned to drink coffee. And some IKEA furniture.

Thanks to those of you who have been so supportive of and as I live and dream here.

Maybe Elmo Just Needs The Right Partner

WTF

Where was the NATIONAL OUTRAGE when Oregon same sex couples lost THEIR right to marry?

Learn from my mistake

Due to a total lack of observation on my part I am currently sitting in a nearly empty Denver International Airport and I will continue to do so for another seven (7) hours. The airport is comically empty. The shops are shuttered, the restaurants are closed, the fryers ticking as they cool, the grease hardening.

Airports, like the stacks in a library, bear such a remarkable similarity that they serve as timeless portals to other worlds. Though they have been turned into mini-malls more recently, they ALL have been turned into malls, so though they have grown and changed, become brighter, more mercantile, you still know you are in an airport.

Which airport doesn't really matter. In a way ti makes the transition between places easier. You are eased into the new locale by emerging into a gate that doesn't look all that different than the one you left hours ago.

Unless, like Tintin, or The Beatles you get to deplane on the tarmac. That is the best way to go. Sun, rain, snow, ice I would rather walk down the air-stairs into the real world than into the carpeted limbo that is the airport.

Where I find myself stranded today. Or is it night? I think it is night. People are trying to sleep in the dark, quiet corners of the concourse. It must be night.

Warranty

I bought a mattress. It was not a big deal, really. BUT in doing so I came face to face with the uncertainty of living.

First I lay on some fancy machine that was supposed to tell me how I would best be comfortable. As the nice man said it was "only a recommendation." I didn't have to buy the kind of bed that the computer suggested. But it was kind of right.

the tough part is that almost every mattress in the shop was better than the air-bed I'm sleeping on right now. But I dutifully wandered from bed to bed, pretending to toss and turn until i found one the seemed to feel the best. It turned out it was also the least expensive of the beds I had experienced.

WHY was it cheaper? The warranty.

The warranty wasn't a big deal to me until I really started to think about it. The most expensive I'd seen had a 15 year warranty, most others had a 10 year, and the one I finally purchased has a 5 year warranty.

I started to think about this: 15 year warranty. I will be 53 years old when that warranty runs out! I have never, ever thought about being 53 before. AND will I still be living in NYC when I'm 53!?! Whoah!

Suddenly I was caroming down a vortex of age and bedding that had no end. I reached out my hand and grabbed for safety- a 5 year warranty.

Ahhhh. Safe. Solid. Short term commitment. Nice.

The IKEA Monster

I spent almost three hours wandering through the Brooklyn IKEA store yesterday. Now, I'm not one for materialism but I could easily spend many thousands of dollars I don't have on little things and big things at the great Scandanavian Wondershop.

This is just another sign of aging. First the popular music appeals to me (early 90's) then it was fashion, then movies, tv, and comedy. Now it seems I've moved into a design asthetic.

I'm running out of categories before not one aspect of my lifestyle is "current."

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