My allergies are, as they say, "killing me." Robert says it's
the tree pollen.
"The tree pollen," Robert says, "is crazy." Liven up New York City with pink, purple, and white flowers and it just doesn't know what to do. The island is taking a long, deep, stuttering breath, arching its weary back, raising its heavy shoulders, closing its watery eyes, and having a sneezing fit. Bless you. Gesundheit. Salute!
I've got a headache.
But I'm not complaining. It sure is beautiful outside. Later on, I'll venture out into the pollinated world in search of a suit to wear to my sister's wedding this Sunday. Who told my sister to have her wedding outdoors — in a garden — at the height of spring? Bless you. Gesundheit. Salute!
Do you have any idea of how difficult it is to find a simple black suit? I'll even take navy, so long as the thing fits right. While I wear a fairly reasonable pant size, I'm blessed with the chest and shoulders of a skeleton, and the arms of a professional basketball player. Seems they don't make jackets in 34 extra long. Who knew? And why do they have to be so damn expensive? I could buy a
Pro-Ject Debut III, as colorful as spring, and add a Speed Box for the price of some ill-fitting, crotchety, static-cling-loving, 2-button Men's Warehouse special. For the price of something really nice, like that sexy Hugo Boss number, which actually fits me, I could have a
Funk Firm Vector. How cool would that be? Of course, if I were to shop online, I could probably save about $1299.11, but how would I try anything on?
But I'm not complaining. It sure is beautiful outside. Anyway, it's my own fault. I should have started my search sooner. I should have broader shoulders, shorter arms. The good news is: the completed
Attention Screen discs arrived! They are gorgeous. There's nothing like holding a new CD in your hands. Well, actually, it's a lot like holding a new magazine or a new book in your hands. But you know what I mean. It's a great feeling. It's nothing like downloading a file from the internet. It's so much better than that. This thing is real. I love opening a box-full of CDs and running my fingers across the spines, all so perfect and neat and new. Obviously, I haven't embraced the digital world. I don't fully understand how a person could sacrifice the pleasure of opening a new album, running fingers along edges, studying liner notes. In comparison, a digital life seems so impersonal. I imagine it does have its advantages, however. No tree pollen, for instance.
I think I'll go outside now. If I had an iPod, I'd probably stick some Attention Screen songs in it (however that's done) and listen while I walk. Bless you. Gesundheit. Salute!
