return to tenenbaum mountain

today i saw two, that's right two, different young men with terrycloth headbands around their moppish heads. are you kidding? bjorn borg was retired before these turks were even born. i very vaguely want to go to some hipster concert, say the next clap your hands say yeah yeah yeahs fiery franz ferndinands killing the shins or whatever the hell and see all the kids with all that terrycloth around all those stylishly unruly heads. good lordy. how i will feel at once old, cynical, jealous of their, check it, insouciance, or their stretch toward it.

and kids, it's not summer yet, so put away those damn flip flops and wear shoes for cryin' out loud. i think this is a scourge of the modern era particularly in the usa -- everyone's so damn informal but the sound of that flip flop tick tock shuffle shuffle makes me want to take a toothbrush and scrap it along the pavement until the sound is deafening and you become ravenous for silence.

in the dating realm: had one friday night, where the fellow, a lawyer suggested meeting in a bar in the w hotel. in times square. i hate times square. the neon is overwhelming and the tourists are too and i can only wonder, have they never seen neon before? is neon really fantastic and worth taking pictures of? and big ads, do those make for priceless photographic backdrops? have i grown too jaded to know these things? the w hotel in times square seems like an upscale tgifridays, which honestly, i think would be a fun place to go on a date with the right company. maybe the w hotel everywhere seems that way, sort of a houlihans/red lobster/olive garden/banana republic mix. i don't go typically to w hotel bars. as for the guy, nice person, wish he had looked somewhat less frequently below the neck. or at least, friend, practice subtlety.