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Last night I went to see Bryan Ferry. I’ve been a fan of Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry since my teens, and I’d seen him live a couple of times before. So I was excited when tickets went on sale.

Still, I paused before buying the tickets, because I wasn’t sure who I’d go with. K wasn’t interested, observing that Ferry has never written for Broadway. But VV, a friend, tweeted that she really wanted to go, so I made it happen.

I like to think I would have bought the tickets anyway and worried later about finding someone to go with.

As much as I’d been looking forward to the show, when the date came, I was a little ambivalent. It’s been a busy week, and I’m fighting off a cold, so I was tired and uncomfortable. If I hadn’t made plans with my friend, there’s a non-zero chance I would have talked myself out of going.

I’m really glad I went. They started with an old-time Roxy Music song (“Re-make/Re-model”), which got me in the mood. And the next one (“Kiss and Tell”), from a mid-80s solo album, really energized me.

The performance itself was really good. Ferry can still sing, and his backup musicians managed to be faithful to Ferry’s sound while still putting themselves into the music.

I can’t say that it was objectively the best performance I’d ever attended, but I have never enjoyed a concert as much as I enjoyed that one.1 Part of it was that it was an excellent show. But mostly, I think I was just ready to enjoy something, more ready than I’d been in years. I was finally in the right place, living the right life, listening to music that I’d loved for nearly thirty years.

For all of my ongoing issues and anxiety, I’m finally whole, and it’s wonderful.

1A very slight disappointment was the lack of showgirls. Previously when I’d seen Roxy Music or Bryan Ferry live, there had been a point in the show when two women in showgirl costumes—spangles, giant feathers, and all—came out and flanked the stage. I had been looking forward to seeing something along those lines at this concert because showgirls.

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Hello, LiveJournal! It's been a while. The only way that I was able even to start this post was to give up on the idea that I could catch up, so I won’t even try. The highlights, though, are:

  • I’m still not dead. I’m actually reasonably healthy and quite happy.

  • K and I are still engaged. We still plan to marry in March 2014. Now you know roughly as much about our wedding plans as we do.

  • The boy is doing well. He is nine years old and in fourth grade. He does fourth-grader stuff.

Last weekend, I think I set a personal record, in that, for three nights in a row, I attended parties with cocktails and passed hors d'oeuvres. I am a sucker for cocktails and passed hors d'oeuvres, so I consider that a big win.

Thursday night was a cocktail reception for the opening of AMNH’s Poison! exhibition. The evening began with a slide presentation that I arrived in the middle of—the second half, at least, was interesting and entertaining. We then walked through the exhibit itself, but it was hard to see anything: the space was filled with the sort of people who would go to the opening of an exhibit in a science museum, which meant that we had to wait a long time to get close enough to any individual exhibit to see or read anything. K and I agreed that the best strategy would be to come back later when it would be filled with normal people, who wouldn’t get in our way.

The cocktail reception afterwards was moderately fun, as the museum’s exhibitions tend to be. We sort-of dodged the couple that always gloms on to us at these things. We first met another couple, who seemed to be trying too hard. After that, we chatted pleasantly with a third couple, which included a man who seemed to want me to put him through school.

Friday was quiet at work because Friday night was my firm’s annual holiday dinner dance. They like their parties at my firm, and it shows. The party was at an old private club near our office, in a beautiful old room that no one could afford to build any more. The evening is also a chance to catch up with my partners’ partners, and K came. We drank moderately, danced to the live band, and went home before we got too drunk.

Saturday itself was a busy day, during which I baked six pies for a school fundraiser. While they baked, K and I played Just Dance 4. As for Saturday night, well, that’s another post.

Ski Bums

Feb. 13th, 2013 10:50 am
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I've really started to like skiing, and so has my son, so last weekend we went skiing in the Poconos. This was his third day skiing this winter. It was my fifth, which means that I've spent as many days skiing this winter as in the previous forty-mumble years combined.

I had badly wanted to ski that weekend, because it looked like my last opportunity for the season. I managed to pick up a double hernia late last year, and I'm having it repaired in just over a week. That'll put me out of action until mid-March, and I expect skiing will be done for the season by then. (Especially because, right after the all-clear date, I'm going to Florida for a week.)

I had hoped to leave Friday evening, before the snow got too bad in NYC. When I came to get the kid, though, his mom and I differed vigorously about what "too bad" meant. I backed down and agreed to stay in the city overnight, planning to leave in the morning. For four hours after that, the city got nothing but light snow, so I fumed a bit.

The roads were in excellent shape on Saturday morning, despite the 8 inches or so of snow that fell overnight in NYC. Moreover, they were empty, making for the fastest drive to the Poconos I've ever had. We had an early lunch and then headed for the resort.

The original plan had been for the kid to spend all day Saturday in ski school, but our midday arrival quashed that. So I signed him up for a group lesson in the afternoon and then took to the slopes myself. I warmed up on some longer green trails and then started looking for manageable intermediate trails. One trail was just right, and I did it a few times, but it was short. Another seemed mostly ice and moguls. Still another was so intimidatingly steep that I didn't even try it.

There's a kid in there, I promise.

At 3:30, I picked up the kid at the end of his lesson. The instructor said that he was doing really well, so, for the first time, we took the lift to the top of the mountain and skied the easier green trail down. We did it again, but then agreed that we were tired, so we went to the hotel to check in.

A dinner of pub grub in one of the restaurants was followed by video games and then bed.

Sunday morning, we packed up and checked out and then set out for the resort again. The GPS seemed unwilling to accept that one key road was closed, so it took a lot longer to get there than I had expected, which led to a cascade of other problems, each one adding to the delay. Still, I got the kid into ski school only a little bit late. They tested him and sent him right to the top of the mountain.

I warmed up on a green again, and then went back some of the mixed green/blue trails that I'd had the most fun with the day before. I got to the top of the scary-steep trail but psyched myself out and took a different way down. Then I took the lift back up and made myself do the steep trail.

The steepness, as it turned out, was not so much a problem as the ice. K, who had gone ice climbing for the weekend instead of skiing with us, would have been much better equipped for that slope. (On the other hand, K reports that her hikes to the climbs were hindered by a lot of fresh powder, which at least made for a nice symmetry.)

I fell a few times. The only real problem was that, one of those times, I lost a ski, and it wound up about 10 feet straight uphill from me. Straight up the steep, icy hill. Between my ski poles and the edge of my remaining ski, I managed to inch up to retrieve it, but it was hard work.

I was tired and hungry when I finished, but I didn't want to stop right after a run that had given me so many problems. So I went back up, skied down an easy trail, and then got lunch.

After lunch, I did a couple more trails, including the blue that was the longest trail on the mountain. But I tired quickly. It was my second day of skiing in a row, the slopes were getting icier and icier, and I was losing my patience for dodging kamikaze boarders and skiers.

At 3:30, I retrieved the kid from ski school. He'd made a lot more progress, skiing his first blue trail that afternoon: he'd done that same longest trail. Twice. But he was tired, too.

We went back to the car and drove home, stopping first for dinner and then to pick up K at the train. Then we all went back to my place and were tired together.
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Life can be really full of magic when you remember to get the fuck out of the way and let it happen.

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I used to be in much better shape, physically, than I am now. I'm not complaining, mind you: I also used to be in much worse shape than I am now, and that was fairly recently, too. But I'm just starting to feel in some ways as I did before.

The feeling is hard to describe, actually. It's very vaguely like the difference between an idling Mini and an idling Porsche: you're not generating or using much power in either case, but you can sort-of feel the difference between that and what the respective engines are capable of. At moments, I just want to run, to stretch my legs and enjoy the feelings of power and motion. That is, when I can stay awake, anyway.
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It was a busy weekend, and it involved driving to Philadelphia for a couple of events, of which more later. But I went on the air for two hours before bed on Friday night (a contest was going on) and made contacts in Tobago, the Canary Islands, Jamaica, France, Spain, Honduras, The Gambia, and Turks & Caicos.
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I made dinner last night. I made sautéed medallions of pork tenderloin in a lemon-rosemary sauce, roasted potatoes, and simmered Swiss chard.1 I also baked a really spectacular boule of bread.2

I've been meaning to post about the connection between alchemy, breadmaking, and getting laid, but writing it up has required more time and focus than I've been able to muster. It'll be meaningful, insightful, and possibly heartwarming if I ever finish it. Trust me.

In the meantime, though, I wish all of you the happiest 2007 possible.3

1We had houseguests this weekend. They're Buddhists. They brought us chard.

2With apologies, of course, to [ profile] rm.

3Except for those of you who are slow-walking tourists in New York City. To you, I continue to wish polyps. Lots of polyps.
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My birthday is in just under three weeks. I'll likely announce some sort of festivities soon, but you may take advantage of the time to pick up tasteful yet expensive presents.


May. 25th, 2006 01:08 pm
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I am working much too much and sleeping much too little. Don't even get me started on fucking and working out.

I really, really like what I do. I know how unusual that is, and how even more unusual it is for lawyers, and how even much more unusual it is for $BIGLAW lawyers. It is nonetheless true. But there are times when I wish I didn't have to do quite so much of it.

Progress continues to be made on the apartment. The new sofa was delivered yesterday, and we're trying to figure out whether we like it. Lauren and I agree that we don't like the stain that the brand-new sofa arrived with, but we're not sure what we're going to do about it. Lauren, Leo, and I did enjoy some quality time together this morning on the sofa, though.

Despite the progress on the apartment, the third bedroom is not yet an office. I continue to refer to it, alternately, as the "crapatorium" and the "crapateria." I just can't decide which I like better. An obstacle is that we don't have bookcases yet. Ikea has a set that we think we'd be happy with, but they want $150 to ship them, and none of the local stores has them in stock.

Tonight I have to get home relatively early to relieve the babysitter because Lauren has some event or other. I think that I will take the opportunity to put the air conditioners in the bedrooms. We still need a new unit for the living room and another for the crapatorium.

The other day, while walking to the bus stop, I noticed how beautiful the weather was, and I looked across the East River at lower Manhattan, and, for the first time in years and years, I was conscious that I was glad to be alive. I think that the Zoloft is working.
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It takes about ten minutes to walk between my apartment and the subway. Walking home tonight, I was feeling generally pleased with what I got done today at work, and I had finally managed to stop beating myself up for everything in the whole fucking world. I almost never listen to my iPod during my commute, either, but tonight, I was listening to the soundtrack from A Charlie Brown Christmas on the train and during my walk home.

And I was about halfway home from the subway station when, just for a moment, I felt good.

I can't remember the last time I felt that, even for a moment. It's been months. Maybe more than a year.


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