September 30th, 2002. Monday
This weekend, there were several independent circumstances that altered my perception of time. Consequently, I'm finding it difficult to decided whether to present these things chronologically, or in some other yet to be determined fashion. Let's just wing this mother.
Well, for the past week or so, my watch, a promotional item I received when I worked at Gear from lids.com, has been on the fritz. it's a crappy digital watch, and I'm surprised it's lasted this long. Anyway, what's going on is that the hour stops changing every few hours. Oddly, it seems to happen more during my sleeping hours. Perhaps the watch itself is asleep and forgets to change the hour. The weird thing is that the minutes go by with no problem. When I tell people about this hour problem, they assume I have a watch that needs to be wound. But no, it's a digital watch that just forgets to go. So I wake up at 9 or so, look at my watch, and think it's awfully bright out for 4:12 in the morning.
In the evening, I went over to Miss Charming Melodee's place down the street for some soup. She made soup. More like a stew, really. And some bread with goat cheese. Watched some teevee. There was a little personality-difference highlighting moment. While she was channel flipping, I yelled "Oooo! Starship Troopers!" She immediately flipped, landed on the "WE" network, and yelled "Oooo!! Valley Girl!" But we seem to get along in most other regards.
Around 3:30 in the morning, i decided I was hungry again. I was dead tired, but felt like eating. It'd been a good six hours since I ate last, which is about the time between lunch and dinner, so I felt more eating was justified. So I'll chalk this up with the other time-warping effects.
On Saturday, I woke up late, and sat around watching teevee for most of the day, after spending a long while defrosting my fridge. Caught the last half of Mission: Impossible 2. Entertaining enough. Somewhere in there my watch lost an hour, and I thought it seemed awfully dark for 4 pm. Then went to Park Slope, met Jen and Jed, and into the city to see a play Matt was in. Matt was pretty good in the play, but man, was it awful. Talk about time-warping. The two hours seemed an eternity.
Then off to a bar on 7th ave. supposedly owned by the actor Michael Imperioli of the Sopranos. We just sat in the back and drank terrible caipirinhas. About 75% of the conversation centered around three rabbits Jed's family owned throughout his childhood. Went home relatively early, which made me think it was later than it really was.
Sunday, had brunch with Ms. Charming Melodee and her visiting friend. Afterwards, stopped by an art exhibit called "Tits and Art" on Franklin st. I was a bit disappointed in myself that a space advertising "Tits and Art" had gone unnoticed. Interesting stuff. Then we sat in her living room with no windows for a while. It always looks like nighttime in there. My watch missed another hour, so I really didn't know what was going on. Then I went for a bikeride into Queens. The bike I'd used for the last few years that belonged to my brother Geoff was stolen shortly before I moved to Greenpoint. This was the first time I'd actually needed a bike. So I rode the bike that James had been using. I found the bike in my neighbor's trash on 8th ave. in Park Slope in July. After getting new tires it works reasonably well, although James reported flying over the handlebars when the chained slipped out of gear. He cut his hands up a bit. So I was a bit worried going over the bridge into Queens. But the ride was incident free, and it was a beautiful day.
Spent the rest of the beautiful day inside watching football and movies and trying to play the guitar or write something to no effect. After watching the Sopranos, I flipped around for a bit, and, much to my surprise, saw Mission: Impossible 2 playing again, but on network tv instead. What was odd was that it was at the exact scene that I had jumped in on 30 hours before. The same closeup shot of Tom Cruise. I swear, it was within 5 seconds of the spot. So that quickly made me feel very bad, as if I hadn't done a damn thing in the last 30 hours, and I'd only moved 5 seconds in time. Which might as well have been the case, for all the productive things I got done. Which was nothing.The prospect of having to go to work tonight has been depressing me more and more as the day goes on. I gotta get a new job. I hate not having my evenings free. But I wonder if I would do anything with them if they were.
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