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accidental goth
Mar. 10th, 2007 09:31 amMy hair now reflects the darkness of my hairdresser's soul. Actually, it reflects his depression. His girlfriend has been away for two months in school and she won't be back for another four. Someone, please fuck my hairdresser! I'm just glad he only wields dye and not scissors.
The tresses are now an inky aubergine. Pics later.
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I got back to dupont five minutes before two yesterday with a strong desire for soup. I dashed up the stairs of the restaurant, and inquired of the manager- "is the kitchen closed?" He bowed to me and then looked at his watch, "oh, no, not closed! not for another two minutes!" And so he led me to a table overlooking the street, and tea and water were brought, and later a steaming bowl of udon, and as I waited I read and watched the people below.
It's funny how much people can resemble their two-dimensional game counterparts. I'm reminded of the character in Grand Theft Auto (3, I guess... I haven't seen any of the new ones) who will pace in awkward jerky circles when not getting any input. It seems like the more single-minded we get the more we resemble avatars executing just a single routine.
On the corner directly underneath the restaurant, a guy was having car problems. He propped open the hood and hooked up jumper cables. He then got on the cellphone and paced. Looked up the street and gesticulated. Would stand on the edge of the street and occasionally hold up the jumper cable ends when cabs drove by. (somehow he miraculously never shocked himself.) He hailed a cab, and brandished the cables. The cabbie shook his head and drove on. A police cruiser came past, but the guy made no effort to solicit his help. Instead, he seemed to pick up the cellphone conversation where he left off, along with the avatar pacing and the glaring at traffic.
He hailed another cab, same pantomime. This guy nosed his car in and popped the hood. Success! He removed the cables and shut the cabs hood and... nothing. No thank you, nothing. He didn't even offer to pay the guy. He just got into his car and drove off. The cabbie didn't seem surprised.
What gets me is that he *only* tried to solicit help from cabbies. He didn't walk up to any of the other cars at the light, or ask people around him on the street. Some part of him just *expected* that there was this whole group of people who should just interrupt their revenue-seeking day and get him out of his bind, and that he was entitled to take it and move on without a backward glance. Whoosh!
The tresses are now an inky aubergine. Pics later.
...
I got back to dupont five minutes before two yesterday with a strong desire for soup. I dashed up the stairs of the restaurant, and inquired of the manager- "is the kitchen closed?" He bowed to me and then looked at his watch, "oh, no, not closed! not for another two minutes!" And so he led me to a table overlooking the street, and tea and water were brought, and later a steaming bowl of udon, and as I waited I read and watched the people below.
It's funny how much people can resemble their two-dimensional game counterparts. I'm reminded of the character in Grand Theft Auto (3, I guess... I haven't seen any of the new ones) who will pace in awkward jerky circles when not getting any input. It seems like the more single-minded we get the more we resemble avatars executing just a single routine.
On the corner directly underneath the restaurant, a guy was having car problems. He propped open the hood and hooked up jumper cables. He then got on the cellphone and paced. Looked up the street and gesticulated. Would stand on the edge of the street and occasionally hold up the jumper cable ends when cabs drove by. (somehow he miraculously never shocked himself.) He hailed a cab, and brandished the cables. The cabbie shook his head and drove on. A police cruiser came past, but the guy made no effort to solicit his help. Instead, he seemed to pick up the cellphone conversation where he left off, along with the avatar pacing and the glaring at traffic.
He hailed another cab, same pantomime. This guy nosed his car in and popped the hood. Success! He removed the cables and shut the cabs hood and... nothing. No thank you, nothing. He didn't even offer to pay the guy. He just got into his car and drove off. The cabbie didn't seem surprised.
What gets me is that he *only* tried to solicit help from cabbies. He didn't walk up to any of the other cars at the light, or ask people around him on the street. Some part of him just *expected* that there was this whole group of people who should just interrupt their revenue-seeking day and get him out of his bind, and that he was entitled to take it and move on without a backward glance. Whoosh!
