50% Off

After a long day’s afternoon and a late dinner meeting at the Cedar Tavern — when did that atrium skylight thing happen upstairs, or have I just not been paying attention? — I come home brimming with Things To Say, looking forward to a session of the Pepper time that has been so elusive lately.

Outside the mist is dense and freakish, game yellowy lights gleaming from upper windows in the dark Court Street office towers, sound slushing in strange waves over wet tidal streets. It’s near midnight, and fog strokes the night into a long alley of forms wrapped in gauzy, indistinct absence. It’s a Ray Bradbury fog, a John Carpenter fog, an Edgar Allan Poe fog. It’s a fog that makes you want to run away from home, and a fog that just might deliver you to a dark passing carnival if you wish hard enough, or out loud.

Inside, the phone doesn’t work and I have no Internet service. Again. Is that a case of bloggus interruptus, or what? As of January 12th, my home phone has been out for half of 2005. That’s a lifetime, in dog years. Woof woof.

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The man behind the curtain. But couldn't we get a nicer curtain?
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2 Responses to 50% Off

  1. DarkoV says:

    Whew! The fog jag had shades of Tom Waits’ “Emotional Weather Report”…
    “late night and early morning low clouds
    with a chance of fog
    chance of showers into the afternoon
    with variable high cloudiness
    and gusty winds, gusty winds
    at times around the corner of
    Sunset and Alvorado
    things are tough all over
    when the thunder storms start
    increasing over the southeast
    and south central portions
    of my apartment…it’s cold out there
    colder than a ticket taker’s smile
    at the Ivar Theatre, on a Saturday night
    flash flood watches covered the
    southern portion of my disposition
    there was no severe weather well
    into the afternoon, except for a lone gust of wind in the bedroom

    Very nice. I especially like the “game yellowy lights”; a cheap death of illumination thing.

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