Untitled.
30 September 1998
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originally written on a piece of paper in the basement of the bowery ballroom, nyc:
i tend to forget that there really are places like the nightclubs that you see in the movies. sometimes i feel like i've lead much too sheltered a life + it's really noone's fault but my own. i'm glad that i get into my head sometimes that i just have to go out + do things.
i was gonna write "consequences be damned" cause i really just had to get away from li and do something for myself, but i kinda left a number of things up in the air, so i went and tried to give them a call on a payphone so that i could walk someone through one of the necessary perl scripts. but there was no answer. + the net effect is that i've now got work on my mind.
i tend to let my [mind] wander in such situation, and it often gets lost in the crowd. i get caught up in the details of other people's interactions. it's like studying some alien race. although it's also interesting to watch the other people who are alone. how do they cope with it? shuffle nervously from foot to foot? find a spot at the bar + stare into space? sit in a corner + observe? scribble on a piece of paper so as not to look completely alone + out of place?
and then upstairs, in the ballroom itself:
so, this is really kinda nice. there's a balcony that wraps around the back and sides of the room, the tables in the front corners have a good view overlooking the stage. but there's nothing like being right up front, stage center.
i tend to forget that there really are places like the nightclubs that you see in the movies. sometimes i feel like i've lead much too sheltered a life + it's really noone's fault but my own. i'm glad that i get into my head sometimes that i just have to go out + do things.
i was gonna write "consequences be damned" cause i really just had to get away from li and do something for myself, but i kinda left a number of things up in the air, so i went and tried to give them a call on a payphone so that i could walk someone through one of the necessary perl scripts. but there was no answer. + the net effect is that i've now got work on my mind.
i tend to let my [mind] wander in such situation, and it often gets lost in the crowd. i get caught up in the details of other people's interactions. it's like studying some alien race. although it's also interesting to watch the other people who are alone. how do they cope with it? shuffle nervously from foot to foot? find a spot at the bar + stare into space? sit in a corner + observe? scribble on a piece of paper so as not to look completely alone + out of place?
and then upstairs, in the ballroom itself:
so, this is really kinda nice. there's a balcony that wraps around the back and sides of the room, the tables in the front corners have a good view overlooking the stage. but there's nothing like being right up front, stage center.