So today is the first day of spring. I just found out. Supposedly, this is the one day out of the year that you can stand an egg straight up. I'm going to go check that out.
Well, i'll be damned. It worked. See:
It took some doing though. At first it would only stand on the rounder end. But after some work, i got it to stand out its top. I suppose I'll wait a few days to see if it works other days. I'm not sure where this info came from. I think Jed and Matt were talking about it the other day. I'm not sure why it works on the Spring Equinox and not in the fall.
Spring is also, as you know, supposed to be a time of rebirth and renewal and, one would like to believe, new hope. So far, everytime there's been a new year or something my mom tells me, "don't worry, it's a new year, things will be better this year. You had a bad year last year, but this year will be better for you. Things should turn around any day now." At the New Year she said this. At the Chinese New Year she repeated this. And today, she said, "The chinese consider Spring the real start of the new year. So don't worry." And usually she adds "By the way, you owe me 8000 dollars." My horoscope for today did say something about the sun moving into Aries, my birth sign, and that that was a good sign. So maybe things will turn around, despite my skepticism. I mean, the egg theory held up, and I didn't believe that.
Anyway, a shitty day was had today. At least the working day part. It started off with promise though. Johanna from work called me at 10am, to tell me that Howard Stern was reading an article called "20 Things You Didn't Know About Michael Jackson" on the radio. The cool part was that I wrote that article. How cool is that? He didn't say my name or anything, but it's still cool. And I almost missed it. I wake up to Howard Stern, but I've been making liberal use of the snooze button lately. I think even if I'd have heard it while half asleep, I woulda thought I was dreaming. Anyway, I only heard the tail end because as I was fumbling with the radio I switched the damn station and couldn't find it again.
From there things went downhill. I spent most of the day at work doing my resume and photocopying my articles to send out to prospective employers. I don't want to think about it anymore.
So then I called up Rodzilla and met her at the same coffee shop we met at yesterday, at the same table. I sat there feeling poopy and complained and felt hopeless for a while, she presented some good, sound advice, I felt a bit better, then we went to the gym she's joining so she could join, then went to Momma's and I filled myself silly with meatloaf. And i got a bunch of crap stuck in my teeth, as I am wont to do. Momma's is a place Rodzilla's been telling me about, famous for its homecooking. I've since heard from several people how much they enjoy it. So we got two different things to share. Her plate was full of asparagus, roasted chicken, and eggplant. Mine was thick with meatloaf, and overflowing with mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. I mentioned to her that if you wanted to boil down the basic difference between me and her to one defining characteristic, taking a picture of our plates side by side would pretty much do the trick.On the walk to the train, I was strolling down Houston St. when a peculiar looking fellow caught my eye. From a distance he looked sort of familiar, and when I got closer it turned out that it was Sean Eden, the guitarist from Luna. In retrospect, he probably looked more familiar from far away since that's how I'm accustomed to seeing him, standing in a crowd far away. Anyhow, he was walking his dog and looking bored and just a bit crazy. Lots of dramatic sighs. His dog kept stopping every three feet to pee and sniff and other dog stuff. i stood there for a while, and briefly considered following him around for a while, seeing what rock stars do while not being rock stars. But I didn't. I had meatloaf that needed to be put in the fridge. Plus, I think he saw me staring. So it's just as well. Although now that i think about it "Stalking Sean Eden" makes a good title to an article. come to think of it, I think a series titled "Stalking..." so-and-so would make a good series of articles. I could just follow any semi-famous person I happen to see, and see how long I can follow them around the city, or just try to observe them for an hour or two, without them knowing. I think I'm going to do that next time I see someone. Don't go stealing my idea. See the copyright at the bottom? That's no joke. So back off, buddy. But really, can't you just see flipping open a magazine and seeing "Stalking Julia Louis-Dreyfuss," or "Stalking French Stewart," or "Stalking Stuttering John"? I've seen Stuttering John several times. He always looks pissed off or in a hurry. Next time, I'm stalking him. I'm not sure if I like "Stalking..." better, or "The Accidental Stalker." I'm sure I could use both. I'm what they call the "creative" type, you know...