Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

This is one of the views from my office. I was hoping for more and more ice so that the Hudson would be frozen solid, but the NJ ferry easily pushed through it. I read about this in Time Out. I ordered the walking tour of the Lower East Side. But I desperately want to do the other two as well. If anybody wants to go with me when it warms up, it could be fun. And it would look weirder and funnier that way.

Recently, I worked straight through a weekend cutting Super Bowl Promo spots and I was at this diner near work with the director and producer and I FREAKED OUT when I saw this picture on the wall that used to hang in the hallway of the house I grew up in. I haven’t seen or thought about it in 15 years and wanted to tell these people about how I when I was home alone, I’d be afraid to walk down that dark hallway by myself. And I got really emotional thinking about how I’d probably never step foot in that house cause the parents sold it years ago and the neighborhoods turned, etc. The kind of emotional you get from lack of sleep. But everybody was delirious as well and didn’t want to hear about it. Incidentally, I think that guy sitting under the painting is glimpse of me in the future. Then I saw this on the way in to work afterwards to completely throw me over the edge.

I found this flier on Sunday when I was digging around my apartment for crap to put on the site. My friend Nick and I made a ton of these for our freshman class film screenings. Everybody made these lame ‘Personal Piece’ super 8 films with Symbolism and these fliers helped cement our reputations as jerks.

On the train home tonight, I was rooting around in my bag for something to read and found this Cioran book of aphorisms I’d been meaning to re-read. He’s one of those gloomy Europeans that lived through WWII, kinda cheery, like reading Primo Levi. Naturally, I really dug him when I was a teenager. Here’s a random example, “I long to be free, desparately free. Free as the stillborn are free.” And I was all, ‘ugh’, like if it was a cartoon, the ugh would be in some distressed thought bubble, almost stinky seeming. I started to think a little bit about how it’s sad when stuff doesn’t hold up, or is embarrassingly rancidly dumb. But I didn’t have to dwell on this too long cause I had today’s Post in my bag as well and the headline was about a copycat crime where a kid decapitated his mom as homage to The Sopranos.