IRRATE WEATHER, to say the least. a couple of thunderstorms in the sense of thunder and storm fucking each other. rain and wind and cloudy skies and the rest of attitude adjustments that come with it. the humidity that comes just before the storm. these are portents for winter. everyday after all just leads to winter.
FRIDAY WE watched the opening of the XXX olympics. while it has its moments, it is but a drop in the bucket that is china. the whole thing somehow felt small and amateurish. danny boyle made half the ceremony into a film and if it was not exciting on TV, i could only imagine the yawnfest of seeing it live. the world being so exposed to brit culture, awe is indeed very hard to build. even the technicals seemed to be in scarcity. seriously, the queen jumping off a helicopter? if you can’t do her to do it live, why do it at all?
WOKE UP very early in the morning of saturday to line up for shakespeare at the park. sayeth the marshall/security guard at the public theater: lining up for half a day is part of the experience. i agree. thankfully there is madam rica and jc medina and at&t and reading materials. the play itself was superb. the treatment for the wolf and little red riding hood was worth it. a fucking pinoy faggot and a fucking white faggot almost ruined my experience. thankfully, there is vino so after the play, i stared at the two sodomites and then made a verbal jab about getting fucked in the ass. no one rose to the bait.
SUNDAY AND we took a trip downtown for mission chinese. this deserves an entire entry but i will try. first there is the look of the staff. all are exquisitely manufactured in the psuedo-hipster sense of the word (pseudo because real hipsters don’t get a job. they just con other people and if that is not enough, lives off garbage cans). shirts, shorts, shoes, hairdo are all standard issue from the pages of an alternate urban outfitters catalogue. second there is the place itself. the pretense at the lack of pretense is maintained throughout down to the sense of mortal danger should a fire suddenly erupt. third is the level of music that allows for conversation, something that is rarity in new york nowadays. they are playing the cure and morrissey at a decibel that approaches KGB bar. very nice indeed. finally there is the food. we got spicy wings with beef tripe, pigs ears, and salted cod rice. excellent. we finished everything. we will definitely be going back to try the lamb and the rest.
WE SAW ruby sparks and was rewarded by a surprise q&a with paul dano, who sounded as intelligent and interesting in person as he does as a film character.
THE PILE of bond papers scribbled with notes is getting thicker by the day. today i nailed down the arc of the antagonist. i now know where he is coming from and has seen where he is going. it is just the middle of the journey that i am making up as i go along, which is the agony and the ecstasy of writing fiction. the protagonist is appearing on the horizon and i hope to complete his arc soon. and i hope i do his character justice as in all my writings, i really am pro-antagonist. go figure. yes, i am really excited for this one and i hope i can start the first chapter before summer ends or by fall at the earliest.