Lots of Monkeys

I miss it.

I miss the long train ride, gazing out the window for stretches at a time, watching the landscape change slowly from the familiar to the not so familiar, to the foreign.

I miss my annual walk down the length of the train, the knowing nods, the recognition and admiration of tribal paraphernalia, and the flashing green light of someone I haven’t digitally met yet.

I miss the arrival as it transitions from the foreign to the not so familiar to arriving at a place and time that I find unerringly familiar—a place that I would consider a second spiritual home.

I am awash in memories, of good times, of late nights. Memories of glorious die rolls that killed a party, and rowdy drinking that ended up with me actually falling into the street and wondering if that was what it was like to live in Boston.

I miss friends, all of them.

The Friends seen once a year, bartenders that remember you year after year.

The Strangers become Friends met only once in line to purchase something, or browsing the same booth in the expo hall because you both love this one weird thing that no one else has heard about yet.

And most of all The Friends I hang out with often—but in a 96 hour setting that unites us physically and celebrates several of the mutual hobbies that make us friends.

So yeah. There it is. I feel better getting it out. I’ve placed these feelings into a verbal box, and now I’m going to put it away on the internet.

To those attending, I wish you a safe and happy return.

As for me, I’ll be focusing on the silver lining, which lies in the financial benefit of not attending—which I am totally not negating via several rigorous sessions of online retail therapy.

Peace.

I was on the orange line and some young women boarded. They were loud and talking about hopefully catching their friend at Rosslyn Station. The chatter continued and when we finally arrived, the doors opened, they yelled for them and fortunately their friend was right there at the door.

“That’s a relief.” I comment. “It would have sucked if you guys missed each other.”

“Yeah, especially with the trains running every twenty minutes.” We chat for a while, talking about nothing in particular. They work downtown, like mostly everyone in the District.  Continue reading →

So I managed to avoid most of the sensationalist media hype surrounding the movie. Honestly it just wasn’t my kind of movie, I wouldn’t have gone out to see it in the theater.

Now I find out it has made $31 million via digital distribution.

It is remarkable that Sony had to be forced “forced” by a group of hackers to go this route. This just shows that it is possible to be making money from a digitally distributed film, as opposed to traditional physical releases.

Now if they’d only try it with a movie that I wanted to watch.