June 2nd, 2005

The gentleman is always properly dressed

It's the smiling on the package

I had a bit of a crisis of faith last night. It spawned from feeling overwhelmed at work and was fed by cascading regrets over bad choices that have led to a rather untenable situation. It's how I felt last night, anyway. I'm much more chipper today. I'm still not entirely convinced that I haven't managed to fuck most everything up, but that's been tempered by a sense of the flow of things. For all of my outward trappings of mediocrity and ordinariness (?), there's been, of late at least, an undercurrent of something other I've been playing with. E- and I often spoke of the adage, "It's easy to be enlightened on a mountain" as a way of communicating the weird appeal of the extreme as a means of manifesting remarkable things in one's life, and how it may be much more rewarding, ultimately, to find ways to bring the mountain with you.

I have no idea how well this is communicating. Suffice to say that I still wish I were young, beautiful and fabulous, but sometimes a simple email from a friend is better still.

Completely off-topic, I've (non-work) things I need to take care of before driving to The Maine tomorrow:

- Contemplate financial matters (If only long enough to have a plan for the month)
- Buy brown shoes (Passable, but a little boring)
- Do laundry
- Pick up dry cleaning
- Pick up second tux vest since first was "billowy"
- Get haircut
- Transport cat to V's place
- Transport dogs to temporary digs
- Clean fur from the interior of the car
- Drop off Eric's greel and accoutrements
- Rack wheat to secondary
- Consider prepping apples for final conditioning of the wheat (Long enough to realize it could wait)
- Get in touch with folks about Tuesday's filmrounds
- Discuss plans for weekend and beyond with my passengers and houseguests

(If you can think of anything else, let me know.)
The gentleman is always properly dressed

Stepping out

My first foray into the shoe world was unsuccessful. Actually found some styles I wouldn't mind owning, but Gent's Wearhouse (Downtown Crossing) couldn't fit me, and the staff at Macy's was too busy talking amongst themselves to be bothered to help. Gent's Wearhouse (Wellington Circle) is next, and if that fails, I'll hit Filene's with Sam & Eric.

[*Sigh*]

Still love my Skechers, and the burgundy dress shoes at home become more pleasing to me with every new pair I try.
  • Current Music
    Frank Zappa - "Brown Shoes Don't Make It"