I miss my family.
Home from work again. Yesterday I finished my Christmas shopping, wrapped all the presents, watched Sportscenter three times and made chicken cutlets. Today? Who knows. I want to be amongst people, I want to feel the warmth of an understanding smile. But there’s no train to take me there.
It’s cold. So cold.
Some reporting from the field on the strike (via email):
James: “Greenpoint is in a state of anarchy. We have created a large thunderdome on top of my building and we chant "Two Hipsters enter One Hipster leaves!!" We throw in a pack of American Spirits and a six pack of PBR and see what they do.”
John: “Walking 3 miles doesn't bother me, it's the mixture of sweat and freezing you get. You walk in the sun to keep warm but then you have to take your hat off cause you're getting too hot. Then your ears are freezing so you put it back on. Vicious cycle.”
Brendan: “The middle aged woman around me are now discussing there different diets. Its like the officers of the Titanic discussing whether to close the water tight doors.’
BJ: “FUCK YOU TRANSIT WORKERS: GET YOUR FUCKING ASS TO WORK should be the headline of the NY Times. I'm all about union power, I just dislike it in the sole case of me not being able to get to kris kringle.”
Yes, our kris kringle party is in danger. This is a 3 year old tradition of blatant metrosexuality at it’s worst (best) with eggnog and Brandy Alexanders. Maybe this year we’ll drink gin and tonics and make it ubersexual instead. Or maybe we’ll all get on a conference call and describe to each other what the presents are.
Thank god HBO updated their on-demand offerings recently. Yesterday was I [Heart] Huckabees. I’ve been telling people for years that I saw and liked this movie. After seeing it, I can confirm that I liked it. However I didn’t love it as much as I thought I would. Although any movie that pits nihilism against existentialism using Naomi Watts in a bikini is doing 85% of everything right.
Today it will be Closer and The Man Without a Face. Actually, I’ll just get to the part where you first see Mel Gibson’s face and then I’ll change it.
I’m also “telecommuting” right now. Ironic that in the middle of doing a project to email to my boss, I stop to write a blog post. It’s confirmed: me working from home is absolutely no different than me working at my office. Except for that fact that while I work I’m watching the E True Hollywood story for Janice Dickerson.
If you don’t think the transit strike has been hard on me, reread that last sentence.