broad street sirens

Walking down Broad Street on my lunch break, I came across two women, or rather, they came across me. I looked up from the sidewalk and there were these pythonic twins with shiny hair pulled back in taut ponytails and matching black pantsuits sucking in the abundant sunlight. The moment I looked up, they simultaneously turned their faces towards me. Their eyes were striking; echoes of purple came from somewhere (probably their accessories or something, but I like to think magically). My heart leapt...shit was weird. Then they started talking to me.

"What's up, what's up? You a student?"

I stammered, said something about working in the big building behind us.

"Beautiful day," they said, at the same time, in the same cadence.

Then they crossed Broad Street. I sat down on a concrete ledge next to Washington Park, pulled out a cigarette, and watched them walk. They disappeared behind a white van in front of a bank and that was the last I saw of them.

werewolves/scarves

The copy editor I report to, an atypical middle-aged man (leaves Word of the Day comments on his own Facebook wall, wears giant black-framed glasses and has a strong interest in surrealism and film music) sends me a daily email containing notes on the work I did the previous day. They are informative and well-worded. Here's an excerpt from today's notes:

"Any book with a plot involving vampires should be categorized as Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy: Paranormal. That generally applies to werewolves, too."

I just like that he was able to use the phrase "generally applies to werewolves".

I'm up for a salaried position along with a girl who started the week after me (might be worth noting that she wears a scarf in August and seems like the type who would call it a "keffiyeh"). The position is pretty much same thing I'm doing now (indexing/copy editing), but with a tad bit more responsibility. It will be nice to cut up the day with different things to do, considering the tediousness of indexing. It will also be nice to make some more cash and (possibly) have some lowly orcs to order around.

Here's some music for you:

The Hold Steady - Boys and Girls in America (2006)
http://www.mediafire.com/?cgxvay9kgvp

a couple of albums

Langhorne Slim - Self-Titled (2008)

http://www.mediafire.com/?5cggdwrhnqn

I saw this guy play when Two Gallants opened for him at the Empty Bottle in Chicago a couple of years ago. They blew him away onstage, but his new album is great for listening to on the train. Folk music from Langhorne, PA.

Thurston Moore - Trees Outside the Academy (2007)

http://www.mediafire.com/?nhgmdc4mp76

Pioneering noise guitarist, founding member of Sonic Youth, friend of J. Mascis, all-around cool dude. I listened to this album constantly when I drove a delivery van around Union and Morris counties for the Summit Hills Florist last year.

nine to five

Graduated college two Thursdays ago, started my new job as a copyeditor/indexer for a prominent audiobook company the following Monday. I’m on the 16th floor of an ivory tower in Brick City, an open office of orange and green and lots of light coming in. The coffee machine here is much fancier than the one my boss was so proud of at my internship. Tall and silver with blinking blue lights and a built-in dispensary for used coffee pods – that’s what they’re called, “pods”, like a thousand rows of coffee bean clones in a field somewhere in South America - it's the Close Encounters of coffee machines.

Anyway, first week was last week and it was a good week – since then, they’ve moved my desk to the middle of the office, away from the picture window that displays a much different view of Newark than seen at eye level. Ornate churches rising up next to tenement buildings, the Passaic River snaking through the streets and out to the Hudson, the rolling hills of the Oranges, Millburn, and beyond. A little discouraged. Lube me up with a view, teach me what I need to know, and throw me in the basement. But that's OK. My discouragement has to do with more than my Milton-style exile to the middle of the office, but I won't get into it now. Until tomorrow...