Effete Musings

My alarm rang at the ungodly hour of 9:18 a.m., and I knew that I had not set my coffee maker to brew my daily cup of Espresso Roast coffee from Greenpoint’s famed Garden health/natural foods store. Egads. It had been a late night; after closing out the alternative show space on South Second and enjoying a nightcap at a Williamsburg bar with my artsy chums (Dave from Chicago was DJing), I returned home to take in the amusing final 15 minutes of an ’80s action comedy and subsequently fall asleep with Maugham’s Cakes and Ale on my chest around 3 a.m.

So with fuzzy head I plowed forward in a plan to balance my chakras and invigorate my loins before committing to any real work. Ten o’clock yoga was uneventful and somewhat unchallenging, but just what I needed to stave off sickness and restore my frazzled mind to a state of peace. After returning I breakfasted on some organic plain yoga with locavore-friendly honey. Ahh, simple and delicious. Now noon, I dabbled in some desultory web surfing before finally committing to a shower to cleanse last night’s foul cigarette smoke from my hair. For this ritual I chose the perfect soundtrack: the B-side of Terry Riley and John Cale’s Church of Anthrax. More desultory web surfing followed (is there any other kind????), as did a light lunch of a sandwich (Tofurkey cold cuts) and a hard-boiled local, cage-free egg. By now 2:30, it was time to put my NetFlix in the mail and head to the coffee shop for a couple hours of corporate fellatio. A straw transported Iced Americano to my welcoming lips as I typed — but mainly copied & pasted — the most pedestrian copy I could bear to shape. Now 4:40p.m., it’s quitting time — I hear the blast of Fred Flintstone’s whistle a little early (thank Zeus)!

And now I’m spent. Time for a stroll down to McCarren Park, unless my attention is diverted along the way.