Chelsea Hotel....New England style

Why oh why did I order cable TV?  Bad move on my part.  For I have not moved from the couch all day and now it is 2:00pm.  I also got a landline installed and more importantly....internet.  Yes!  Now I can continue blathering about whatever random thoughts enter my brain on this blog (during commercials of course).

But I think, after finishing this entry, I will actually get up, shower, break down the 25 empty boxes sitting in my hallway (shared with my neighbors) and actually read an essay on post-colonial theory.  Because I just love reading essays on theory.

Actually, the professor for this class is pretty cool (aside from his Bristish accent and impeccable manners).  But I really like him because he admits that theory is too often used to keep certain academic careers alive. Like Post-Colonial Literary Theory.  His approach is to study it, but really stick to the texts of the books we're reading to see if the theory is earned.  To ensure it is organic.  Which is cool.  I can do that.

I've met another neighbor in my building.  His name is Dean and he's kind of cute too (like my new pianist friend two doors down).  Dean has invited me up for coffee.  Today he stopped by, tapped on my door and I answered it (flatteringly enough) in my pajamas with my messy hair standing on end.  I covered this all up by pretending to be sick.  But this lazy lifestyle will have consequences for me in this building since now my neighbors drop by all the time.  I'm going to have to project an image of being "with it" I supppose.   Which may mean I will have to really be "with it".   Hmmmmm.

This building is weird. It's like the Chelsea Hotel set way out in the wilds of New England in a small village.  It seems to be populated with characters; intruiging single young men, and strange local "townies" who work the night shift at the local Stop 'N Shop. 

Ah well, I should get to my responsibilities.  Damn it.

Comments

[vague]

Your village sounds nice, actually. Nothing like intriguing single young men! I also like your professor's stance on theory -- I basically agree with all of that.

[King Of The Hill]

**AHEN!** And what, pray tell, young lady, is not "cool" about a "British" (I think you mean Home Counties English) accent and impeccable manners?

We only do it because it gets chicks.

;-)

[Oedipa]

v- The Village is ok. A bit isolated for my taste, but then again, everything out here feels isolated after NYC. My apt building is becoming a plus though.

King- Only to get chicks, eh? Guess that what happened with the Aussie chick then....

[King Of The Hill]

Indubitably, you ravishing creature. My place for tiffin, what?

[Victoria]

I must admit that I occasionally find myself living vicariously through you. Whereas all the girls I knew grew up with fantasies of marriage and kids, I honest-to-God fantasized about being a roving, specifically single academic/ literary geek. Preferably, in New York City or else somewhere in New England (areas I have not passed through in some fifteen years now).

These little dispatches from your blog (even when they concern public transit nightmares and/or the weather) are some antidote for my numb and exhausted domestic (-ed?) state, so thank you.

Go get 'em, girl.

[Oedipa]

Thanks Victoria. It makes being single and anchorless meaningful for once! No, but seriously, I like it. I just sometimes think I shouldn't. But fuck that, eh?

Cheers!

[Victoria]

Fuck that, indeed.