A few key points from today:
1. At Tessa’s office – where I am currently helping her move out – I threw away two full boxes of unused 3.5 inch floppy disks. They still had that new plastic sheen of technology, yet not one of our computers has had a floppy drive in years. I also threw away 80 lbs. of software and books – stuff like One Word, FaxSTF, Word Perfect, Organizer. All of them made for Windows 3.1, and all of them useless on this planet except for the one bastard on eBay who is recreating a 1994 PC just for the hell of it.
2. My imagination may be failing me, but I think the construction is largely finished in Union Square. I think you can actually take Broadway all the way to 14th Street without aging three months in the process. Suddenly you can kinda remember how nice Union Square used to be.
3. Anybody wanting my favorite basketball shoe ever – last year’s Nike Shox VC in a hightop – can skip the online prices of $100 or more and call up the Nike Factory Outlet and order any size or color you want for stunningly cheap. I swear by these shoes, as someone with ankle and back issues. Great support, sproingy, and I think they look coooooool.
3a. As a tangential addendum, if you are playing your first hoops game with a bunch of strangers who happen to have an indoor court on Monday nights in Brooklyn – and you see a clear lane to the rack – DO NOT blow the layup. This bodes very poorly for your hoops career with them. Trust me on this.
4. I’d like to point out that it is AVERAGING 15 degrees colder than normal every day. The average high for late February here is 44, and this week we’ll be lucky to see 35. At this point, I feel like we may need earmuffs for my wedding on August 9th.
5. While packing, I heard the song “Afternoon Delight” by the Starland Vocal Band and was stunned to actually hear the lyrics:
Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto’s always been ‘when it’s right, it’s right’
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?
Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin’ you is getting so exciting
Sky rockets in flight
Why didn’t anyone tell me the song was about fucking? I mean, I know all songs from the ’70s are about fucking, but this one’s REALLY about fucking. In the daytime, no less. Rubbin’ sticks and stones together? Sky rockets is ejaculation! Why am I always the last to know about these things?