Sharif don’t like it . . .
I’ve learned alot, volumes really, across the past few days. I’ve learned, first and foremost, that Omar Sharif is completely off his rocker. Like, we’re talking USDA Certified Grade A NUTTERS! But, nevertheless, very approachable for photographic purposes, especially in the context of Arab-American Civil Rights Advocacy Conventions. I’ve learned also that he doesn’t like fatties. Or parking valets.
I’ve learned that alcohol, or really anything that can ferment in the digestive track, must be consumed sparingly on ozone alert days in Washington, D.C. Conversely, I’ve also learned a whole new meaning to the term "release".
I’ve learned that my professional fate may indeed lie south of the Old Line.
I’ve learned to try to take my mother less and less seriously in the next few months.
I’ve learned that blogging in the summertime lends itself too much to endless tedium and trifling self-obsession.
I’ve learned that Friendster pretty much only exists for Typepad purposes these days. I’d sooner die than publish any iteration of LiveJournal.
I’ve learned that I should probably make no further reference to where I went to high school anywhere else online.
I’ve learned that I’m far less curious about my current whereabouts than others seem to be.
I’ve learned that fruits should never follow cooked protein.
I’ve learned that I can never ever tire of Carribean Jerk Spiced Seitan.
I’ve learned that in an unscheduled, unplanned, five-on-one interview with a major government agency, I can be pretty effergoddamnvescent.
I’ve learned that my brother doesn’t not like even the figurative application of the verb "effervesce". I’ve also been reminded that my brother snores like a tablesaw. And likes watching Fox News overnight.
I’ve learned that the Trenton Makes Bridge looks quite inspiring in the right light. Night and day.
I’ve learned that the Schuykill looks quite inspiring in any light.
I’ve learned that Jeff really likes "Down by the Riverside". Enough to sing along to with a trach in his throat.
I’ve learned that Geoff really likes the video for "Devil’s Haircut". Enough to reference the Park Avenue sequences out of nowhere.
I’ve learned that Blue Curacao should never be used as a primary mixer.
I’ve learned that God needs to read more Joan Didion.
I’ve learned that peroxide can do wonders for my digestive track.
I’ve learned to be alot more discerning about where I order crab cakes in D.C., even it is being comped for me.
And to think we still have ten days left. What a month! Things could get very interesting, I imagine . . .
