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July 06, 2002
I really can't tell. Either
I really can't tell. Either my dog Bear is becoming a male dog, or she has a yeast infection. Like clockwork, Bear has continued a long tradition of consistent peeing. Today, she absolutely yanks the concrete out from under me by peeing in three different places. Maybe she's been jealous of the guy dogs, hiking their hind legs. Maybe she has been watching Madonna videos, and now realizes that girls can do anything they want. Maybe she just needed a change of pace. Sometimes we all need that.
So what did I do for the evening of July 4th? Absolutely nothing. I had numerous invites for social and visual celebrations, but those cool starbursts behind the eyelids were infinitely more alluring. I fell asleep just as the fireworks were starting, and sweated through the rest of the night. At some point, a friend of Dan's called in the evening, and I was so completely out of it. I know his friend thinks I'm a babbling idiot. The worst kind, actually, the kind of idiot who just woke up. They answer the phone with this strange, dislocated voice, and then try to convince you that you didn't wake them up. Why is it that the only coherent thought at that point is to prevaricate wildly, trying pathetically to sound conscious? "Nomm, NO, no, I wasn't sleeping.... I was ... eating ..brmm.broccoli... yeah...Who is this again?"
I have to say that I love the Space Odyssey karaoke pods at the New Museum. Sleek, futuristic, organic, perfect for my future living room. The last time I went there was with my friend Deanna, and it revealed something I had never really known. I'm a really tuneless singer. I've always thought of myself as a shower Pavarotti, but hearing my own voice in headphones quavering to Eurythmics' Sweet Dreams song was quite humbling. Thank god the pods are soundproof. My dream of some rock music agent hearing my singing emanating from the bathroom has been replaced by the certainty that it might be best to keep the windows closed. Today I stepped into the pod with diminished expectations, but then I chose something wonderful. Radiohead's "Creep". I will never be an Annie Lennox, but I can definitely be a Radiohead frontman.
Posted by G at July 6, 2002 12:08 AM