I’m spending New Year’s in New York City with two lovely women of my acquaintance. Apparently, their goal is to consume as much top-shelf liquor as humanly possible before the ball drops in Times Square. Currently, they’re sleeping it off in the bed next to mine.
Today (or yesterday as the case may be), we were clumsily hit on by two (I hope) profoundly drunk guys at Barcode (I mean, they really had the worst Mack I’ve ever seen), paid $13 each for cosmopolitans and earned the animosity of the bartender at The Living Room, and dawdled away several hours at Brother Jimmy’s.
And yet, the night is still young.
Actually, I’ve been spending the past few days in contemplation of a lot of things, not the least of which is this blog. It’s a bad thing to do, but it seems impossible to avoid.
As I re-read everything I write, I’m struck at how each entry is pretty much the same as the previous entry.
Unfortunately, this is what’s in my head at any one time. I’d like to say my formula isn’t working, but there is no formula. I’m strictly a one-trick, “Did you ever notice…?” kind of gal. I suppose it worked for Andy Rooney and Jerry Seinfeld, but I’m neither one of them.
For some reason, this old Buddhist truism keeps coming to mind:
“Before Enlightenment, carry water and chop wood. After Enlightenment, carry water and chop wood.”
I wish I could offer some insights or answers to life and all that, but all I can do is show you all what the world looks like to me: an enormous collection of seemingly unrelated things, and all I do all day is try to find the unifying thread, with varying levels of success.
For example, in James Bond movies, it seems like he and his Bond Girl-a-go-go change into their pajamas before going to bed, in the middle of the day, just to have sex. Why would anyone do that? It just doesn’t happen that way in the real world, so there’s got to be another reason: the director just wanted to show how Jane Seymour looks in a negligee’. Fine. This begs the question of why it never bothered me before now. Or why it bothers me now, for that matter.
Eventually, most people who read this stuff are going to become numb to the constant analysis of minutia. I certainly understand that. I think I’m just trying to reach out to the others who obsess over this stuff (I know you’re out there) and see if anyone else has any insight.
SASNB: It’s not a blog, it’s a neurotic Think Tank.
11:35:10 AM 
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