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The Cool Down Crowd

23 Jul

They rope us in especially in the summertime. See, they turn on their air conditioning really high and they know the moment we feel it we will not only let out a great weary exhale, but we’ll most likely hang out a while. A long while. And hopefully in our heat induced daze we will purchase stuff we had no intention of purchasing.

When it’s 98 degrees outside, not to mention when the humidity is sky high, a severly air conditioned Barnes & Noble bookstore becomes a haven. There we were yesterday, total strangers tucked in every corner of B&N perusing books in sections we normally wouldn’t even have entered. The TOOLS section. The RETIREMENT section. The LUSH GARDENING section. It didn’t matter what section we ended up in; as long as it was cool.

I think I found a copy of Motor Trends in my hand. I’m so not into anything having to do with motors. Or clanging. Or being hunched over an engine, tinkering.

There were people sitting on the floors, sprawled in sweaty t-shirts. Panting from relief. I think I saw a Grandpa asleep in a cozy chair sucking his thumb. I think he had his plaid button-up shirt unbuttoned down to his hairy belly  button. I think I spent way too much time in there browsing books and magazines and random book related gadgets. I think I want to live in there until the fall, perhaps mid-October, when the daily temperature finally stops mocking us. By then I’ll be a well-read pro at everything. Even engines.

Right Brain Tidbits: All Over the Place

19 Jun

Gosh, I’ve been sucked in again. That darned Bravo! Are there subliminal messages in their programming? I’m betting on the young guy with the makeshift screenprint gadget thingy. I knew the first one eliminated would be the first one to be eliminated. Her stuff was, like, super bland.

I’m taking today off to detox some body parts and gear up for NYC. Once I hit the pavement there I will be lugging and begging panhandling selling art. It’s the ONE TIME in my life I need to have a “best friend” in the city. Speaking of which, I hope the seat next to me coming and going on the bus will be empty. No strange guy with a tank top and long blonde arm hairs brushing up against my anything. No coughers. No sneezers. No talkers. No snorers. No gum poppers. No finger lickers after a noisy bag of Cheetos. No cell phone abusers. No loud IPod users. No shoulder sores. I loathe shoulder-to-shoulder anything.

I’m such a person. I admit it.

Note to self: Work on tolerance.

Another note to self: Get focused. Stay focused.

I’ve been fretting lately because I’ve got so many projects/ideas and I can only get to but so many of them without the proper finances. Gosh, does a lack of enough money always have to be a monkeywrench? It hurts to see rich people do basically nothing with their fortune. That’s why I like givers. Givers rule. Givers make the world go ’round. Givers have souls. Givers are God’s angels.

Oy. I realize it, yes. I realize that Oprah will be ending her show in September 2011. Of course it saddens me because, well, just like so many of you I have become attached to Oprah. I mean, come on, we’ve watched her since 1986. 1986.

That’s like a gazillion years. Sure, she’s starting that OWN network, sure. I know. I know. But it’s not the same. I always, always thought I’d get on her show before she went off the air and I assumed that she wouldn’t be leaving until she was at least 60-ish. But there she goes. I’m hoping my book makes it on her regular show before it’s capoot. I know it’s lofty thinking but I’ve made it a goal. Sure, there will be limited shows stuffed full of flashbacks and current events and all that but I still believe I will make it on there. The book? It’s about the working life. That’s all I can say. I’ve been banned from talking about it over the internet until, naturally, it’s published and I’m promoting it. I’ve already pictured Oprah reading from it with bookmarks strategically placed in her favorite parts. She’ll so relate to it. So will millions of others. I’m feeling hopeful today. Work with me.

The Catcher in the Rye

22 May

This was one of the few most influential books of my very life (and I’ve read many books).

This cover was found through a Google search.  It’s like the cover I have from 12th grade actually. When I first read the book I was floored. It was like before I read The Catcher in the Rye and after I read The Catcher in the Rye. I wanted to know everything about the author Jerome David Salinger. Then I found Franny and Zoey and Raise High the Roof Beam,  Carpenters. To discover that the author was a recluse made me want to find a way to stalk him gently.

I mean, I was Holden Caulfield.  And for a while I even started writing in his voice–a lot of “Oh, it was just awful”s and plenty of heavy sighing as if the entire world (except me) was just plain dumb and clueless. On top of that I had terrible sarcasm at everything under the sun.

See, Holden and I, we were searchers. We chased our tails. We packed our bags. We left places we deemed boring, stagnant, lackluster. We arrived disgruntled and ornery. We were twisted and tangled and leery of others. We headed north. And south. And east. And west. We never arrived at our destinations, really.

We had duffle bags.