Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Saturday, January 25, 2003 Birthday Debauchery, &c. Many and belated and drowsy/slightly hungover Birthday Greetings to Mr. Mike Daisey. I was lucky enough to join the Daiseys and a roomful of friends-and-relations in the revelry last night -- though unfortunately The Actor and I had to decamp before Karaoke and the real scandals apparently ensued. *sigh!* [By the way, 'The Actor' a.ka. 'The Back-Rubber' and various shall henceforth be referenced herein by the nickname 'Cudgel' - a name far more ugly and awkward than he deserves, but was bestowed -- unbeknownst to him -- months ago by a friend of mine and seems to stick, and as blucky and unfair as the name may be, it is preferable to identifying a person by his job, for chrissakes...] My favorite snippet of dialogue of the evening: John (quoting Jean-Michele): "Wouldn't it be great if Michael came home and found us fucking?" Mike: God bless my wife. It seems appropriate to be reporting the evening's activities by Blog, and I suddenly feel very much part of the blog community today -- catching up on the party's aftermath via reports from Mike and John and god knows how many other perspectives pepper the blogosphere of one evening of drunken hedonism. It's like the gossip in the hallways after a particularly kick-ass high school kegger. Second-favorite snippet of dialogue of the evening: Mike: Well, I offered to sleep with Ginger. Me: I don't tend to sleep with married people. Bailie: But it's the weekend! Speaking of things Blog, I've been outed. Shortly after Cudgel arrived at the party, John very kindly praised my haircut story as something like "one of the best stories available on the Internet" (sorry if I misquoted, John -- I had by this point polished off two enormous glasses of Shiraz), which of course led Cudgel to say he wanted to see it, which led me to essentially ignore him. See, he doesn't know about the website or the blog. Nor, I suspect, does he know what a blog is, which right there is one of those experiential chasms between us that I haven't quite figured out how to bridge. I don't object to someone using the Internet as an occasional tool rather than a locus of entertainment/identity/community, but trying to explain to that someone who is unfamiliar with weblogs (which, I hasten to add, is an assumption on my part - he very well could have a whole Moveable Type universe going on in his spare time, but somehow I doubt it. People who swing-dance for fun don't have weblogs. I'm sure that's been proven somewhere) that I've been describing the various checkpoints of our burgeoning relationship to an audience of, um, tens without bothering to let him in on it -- well, it's just hard to know how to bring it up casually. I suppose part of it is the risk of him getting to know more of me than the carefully gated interactions we've had thus far. I like that there are more layers of me that he has yet to discover. And while the Blog is certainly not all of it, it leaves less left to imagination/discovery/mystery (oh, like I'm so mysterious! Sheesh...) of how this brain works. But really I think the issue is that I don't think he'll get it, the Blog life: the recycling of links, the reading of other people's personal lives, the need to describe in excruciating detail my own personal life to an audience of friends, ex-boyfriends and anonymous lurkers; the whole Geek Thing. It's not that I'm afraid he'll judge me -- I'm afraid I'll judge him in his lack of apparent geekhood as being too impossibly far from my realm of experience to develop anything truly deep or lasting. On the one hand that seems ridiculously shallow, but on the other is it really any different than the fact that I don't sing or dance or act --the things that define his life and community so completely? Well anyway, he's good in bed. posted by Ginger | 12:36 PM Another Saturday Friday Five! 1. What is one thing you don't like about your body? I have some scars on my feet where I had blisters from my shoes last summer. 2. What are two things you love about your body? That it works: i.e. that I can walk/climb/lift/bend etc. without pain or exhaustion. Also: my boobs are pretty bitchin. 3. What are three things you want to change about your home? 1. Put up shelves. 2. Hang stuff on the walls. 3. Add another room. 4. What are four books you want to read this year? Stupid White Men Lord of the Rings: Return of the King Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (!!!!) Fast Food Nation. And/or perhaps I might finish this one... 5. What are five promises you have kept to yourself? To not hate my body. To read more. To be as honest as possible as often as possible. To not make decisions based on fear. To not worry (much) about my 'career.' posted by Ginger | 11:51 AM Thursday, January 23, 2003 no, really It's 9:30pm and I'm still at work. I'm afraid to leave because it's very, very cold outside. Yes, I'm a wuss. But DAMN, it's cold. That few blocks to the subway is a lot on nights like this. Sigh. Into the breach. posted by Ginger | 9:25 PM |
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