gather all the news i need on the weather report

when the paper tells me it's going to be 'sultry' it puts me in a mind for julips (juleps?) and halters and the new orleansian silk drawers (don't ask) and whatever fun follows from that.

sadly, though, i've had this freelance story hanging over me like a noose for weeks and looks like much of my weekend will be 'prim' unless somehow i'm superefficient and then...where's my federal agent at? hey! tommy, where yat?

which reminds me that i heard an interview this morning with sir rufus wainwright and i plum (a sultry fruit if there ever was one) don't get why folks adore him. the music's aight, no knockout, and his ego is trop, too self important, too embracing and cultivating of iconic status. it's a bore. to me. and so is bono; who i also heard on the radio this morning. kind of rapped the knuckles of the interviewer (which was haute condescending and very media insider-y) but here's the reason he wears tinted glasses: 'i have sensitive eyes,' brother, puleeze. i have sensitive eyes too; i even had goddamn surgery on one a few years ago cause they're so friggin sensitive (like my heart! really!) and i'm not doing that light blue tint bullsheet.

in israel there used to be a fashion, a particular kind of sunglass, rayban i think, whose nickname was 'mishkafei dist-aance"—distance glasses—worn intentionally to create an i-thou barrier. they were favored by army gents.