It is Tuesday morning in Washington, DC. Yesterday I went to a temp agency and took some aptitude tests. I missed 2 questions on the Microsoft Excel test, otherwise, I got them all right. I test well. Huh. They used to think that would get me somewhere.
I am in DC for a few weeks with Patrick, hopefully doing a little temping to fill the pockets, and working on a few pieces for my yeshiva-mate Jonathan Neril's Environmental Parsha Initiative. I did a nice solid hour of writing while Patrick and his law firm pals played softball on the Mall, between the Reflecting Pool and the Korean War Memorial. An hour of solid work! More than I've done in years.
--- right now i am in Patrick's new apartment, waiting for the various people to come and set up the various things-- gas, satellite TV, AC... The AC repair people just arrived. I heard someone yank on the locked front door, then the doorbell rang twice, urgently. Opening the door, I find two middle-aged chinese men in snazzy short-sleeved button down shirts. One of them is wearing a pork-pie hat, and has a long, kung-fu beard growing from the middle of his chin. They look more like a jazz-duo than the air conditioning team. The hatless guy mumbles a few words to me about the AC, then cruises in, followed by his associate, who nods once at me and says a word under his breath. The first gent has some sort of gauge and rubber tubing apparatus in his hand. He pauses by the thermostat, says, "Seventy-five; gone down," to his partner, then they're gone out the back door.
I was going to blog here about lonliness and stifling of harmful appetites and facing the extreme opulence of the DC lawyer world and blogs where girls talk about their sex lives and dreams and love and art and thought and achievement and situps and squats and indolence,
but those Chinese guys distracted me, and now i'm going to move towards doing what I should be starting to do before I do what I came here to do anyhow.
I am in DC for a few weeks with Patrick, hopefully doing a little temping to fill the pockets, and working on a few pieces for my yeshiva-mate Jonathan Neril's Environmental Parsha Initiative. I did a nice solid hour of writing while Patrick and his law firm pals played softball on the Mall, between the Reflecting Pool and the Korean War Memorial. An hour of solid work! More than I've done in years.
--- right now i am in Patrick's new apartment, waiting for the various people to come and set up the various things-- gas, satellite TV, AC... The AC repair people just arrived. I heard someone yank on the locked front door, then the doorbell rang twice, urgently. Opening the door, I find two middle-aged chinese men in snazzy short-sleeved button down shirts. One of them is wearing a pork-pie hat, and has a long, kung-fu beard growing from the middle of his chin. They look more like a jazz-duo than the air conditioning team. The hatless guy mumbles a few words to me about the AC, then cruises in, followed by his associate, who nods once at me and says a word under his breath. The first gent has some sort of gauge and rubber tubing apparatus in his hand. He pauses by the thermostat, says, "Seventy-five; gone down," to his partner, then they're gone out the back door.
I was going to blog here about lonliness and stifling of harmful appetites and facing the extreme opulence of the DC lawyer world and blogs where girls talk about their sex lives and dreams and love and art and thought and achievement and situps and squats and indolence,
but those Chinese guys distracted me, and now i'm going to move towards doing what I should be starting to do before I do what I came here to do anyhow.
4 comments:
Shimshon, Shalom!
Hmmm, AC in DC - it's Ayelet's Bat Mitzvah tommorow, we're doing it at our place outside, praying the weather cooperates. Just thought I'd say "hi" and demonstrate that your blog is being read here at home. I can use some HTML tags, it tells me, so I will! Wow, that was fun! Now I have to type muhecpfe to convince the system I'm not some computerized blogsnatcher!
Rav Berachot,
Yehoshua Kahan
your red neck aunt says you sound good.
enjoy your time in the states and stay well.
brother, i'm gonna come in friday i think, and stay thru the 19th maybe.
email me a cell #.
btw-you're on the list for the event.
We miss you here. Hatzlachah. And as my Grandma closes every communique with me these days: be careful.
Post a Comment