personal

Saturday

Today, I mailed out contributor and subscriber copies of the latest issue of Kaleidotrope. I got a haircut. I cleaned a little. I wrote a little. I saw a little bit of the royal wedding, on repeat, finding myself more interest in the architectural grandeur of Westminster Abbey itself than any of the rest of it. (I wasn’t able to go inside when I was in England.) And I watched Birdemic: Shock and Terror, although I don’t think I could have made it through the film with a little help from RiffTrax.

So that was my Saturday.

Friday

So did you get up early to watch the Royal Wedding? I didn’t. I still have yet to stumble across a single photo of the day, and I think I’m absolutely okay with that.

Mostly it was just a normal, everyday Friday.

Thursday

There’s not a whole lot to say about today, really. It was pretty much just your typical, run-of-the-mill Thursday.

It poured rain in the middle of the afternoon, bucketing down just minutes after I’d wandered back to the office after lunch. Which was lucky, because I’d left both my umbrella and jacket behind at my desk. It had quit raining long before it was time for me to actually leave for the day.

And that, honestly, is about the closest I came to excitement today. They were filming something up the block from my office, or seemed to be, but I didn’t see what. It was a block away, the street was blocked by police, and it was going to rain. It’s possible it was location shooting for Glee, which I’ve seen but don’t watch, but I say that only because there was some chatter on Twitter about them filming for it elsewhere, nearby, in the city. I didn’t actually see anything definitive.

And that was Thursday.

Shorts Night

Tonight, I went to this, “Magical Realism: The World of Marvelous Stories with Neil Gaiman,” a night of four stories hosted by Selected Shorts on NPR. There were two stories by Gaiman, the first read by the author, a story by Kat Howard from Gaiman’s co-edited collection Stories, and one by Jorges Luis Borges. (Any discussion of magical realism is, by law, required to include Borges, though Gabriel Garcia Marquez will probably do in a pinch.) I had a really great seat, fron row center, and enjoyed myself quite a bit. I thought actor Marin Ireland, apparently making her debut on Selected Shorts, was particularly good. I didn’t stay for the book signing.

And, as I write this, I’m waiting on my train home.

That was my Wednesday. How ’bout you?

Humid spring

I’m not sure about much, but I think I can say with some degree of certainty that today was in fact a Monday.

Neither the best nor worst Monday, even in recent memory. Manhattan seemed especially crowded and muggy today, but that might have been my imagination. Well, the first part. It’s definitely been oddly humid the past couple of days. The sun we had all day yesterday broke into rain at the first sign of evening. I don’t even know what you’d call this weather. Summer’s Worst With a Hint of Evening Chill?

Well, tomorrow’s Tuesday. I’m pretty sure about that.