9:00 A.M. Eat a bowl of Kashi cereal. As my father-in-law says, the neat thing about eating Kashi is that when you're done eating the cereal you can just eat the box since it tastes about the same.
9-9:30 Think intently about writing cover letters.
9:45-Dash off a cover letter that actually almost brought me to tears. I didn't realize how many great things I had to say about myself until I really got rolling. I realized that the sort of megalomania that is part and parcel with writing a cover letter needs to be fully accepted.
Excerpt: Andrew traveled to Tazmania where he shot a wild boar while teaching the children of several developing nations to speak English accentlessly. He also busied himself by fashioning arrowheads and curriculum. He thinks he would be a great asset to your school/archaeological dig/company.
10-10:40-Clean the house while Steph fixes the grandiose elements of my cover letter and turns them into something presentable.
11-3-Go to work. Read a book about Martin Heidegger. I do not undertand Being and Time, but I do understand Descartes. I think therefore I am. But I do not think intelligently therefore I am not. Spend an inordinate amount of time wondering whether the computer I'm typing on is real or merely a perception of my senses that is ungrounded in reality. Stop wondering about the existence of the computer and continue typing e-mails.
4-7-Go to my wife's work party. Listen to a podcast on the way that is about Dante's Inferno.
Stephanie: "Can we listen to something that's not boring.
Me: "This is boring?"
The podcast was particularly about the relationship between Paolo and Francesca. The inspiration for a sculpture called "The Kiss" by Rodin, which was our favorite in France. The white unfinished statue, shows Paolo's hand decoroulsy lingering on the thigh of his lover Francesca, while her hand is wrapped around his neck pulling him towards her mouth avariciously. The two bodies are coiled around one another and locked in a eternal embrace. The experience of being in the room with the statue is visceral and erotic, an artistic Viagra.
Listen to the people at the party, including the former governor of Maryland talk about horses and yachting.
"Do you think that I should tell them that my only experience with horses is eating them?"
Steph: "I don't think this is the time."
In reference to an idlylic swing, the sort that has a board strung between two pieces of rope that was hanging over a patch of ovegrown ivy.
Steph: "How old do you think that swing is?"
Me: "I think they probably just put the swing in today to impress the company."
Co-workers-uncomfortable laughter. "He told us that swing has been up since before he moved in."
Me: "Really." Go back to the table for a second glass of wine.
Listen to yachting stories. Regret not wearing my sailor's suit to the party. Briefly wonder if I should eat a can of Spinach and grow forearms like tree trunks. Decline for fear of scaring the former governor.
Eat no less than seven cookies in secret. More situps in the morning.
| And indeed there will be time | |
| To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” | |
| Time to turn back and descend the stair -T.S. Eliot Prufrock |
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