Glossy Girls Gone Weed flyers added an offensively niche-market insult to the table tops today. What a waste of printing. The waft of stale puke rode on the wind near the garden and little mice scurried about. It was an unremarkable day except for the deceivingly cool gold of the sunlight setting behind the summer fog. The Tamale Lady has let out her braids.
For a chilly Tuesday it was still comfortably filled. Being early in the week the hipsters were still safely sipping lattes at Ritual blogging about how much they hate Tuesday. I see a lot familiar faces, I briefly chat with Paul at the bar about a month at the ZG, he is a regular fixture on Tuesdays and Fridays.
We have great table neighbors on this Tuesday. Digi Dave is here with a couple of friends, we quickly cover whether we're "on the Facebook" yet. Dave fund-raises for local journalists. With the spirit of a journalist and the will of an entrepreneur, he aims to change the way journalism is paid for. I like the concept; it's refreshing to hear someone who aims to take on the current models and change them in the name of the public good.
65.5 °F / 18.6 °C
52.5 °F / 11.4 °C
Sat on the longside of the garden. Angela makes it to day 21. Jess and I consider how this journey has brought us closer together. She needs to study for the GRE.
2 comments:
you're not alone on the daily number of close calls on the increase:
http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2008/08/honk-if-youre-hoary-riding-with-geese.html
"Suddenly I felt as though I was in the "Truman Show," surrounded by extras who were pretending to go somewhere on their bicycles but in reality had no destination. Similarly, I've also been experiencing increased vehicular interference lately."
"Could it be that some Ed Harris on high is directing all these cars to turn in front of me in an effort to prevent me from going somewhere?"
It was excellent meeting you too. I love this blog. Not sure if we covered this, but I live a block away from Zietgiest, so I can def. relate to the theme.
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