Monday, October 16, 2006

For those that didn't know and weren't a part of it, this weekend was the weekend of Josh Smith. He came, he saw, he conked out in my full-size bed with me next to him. Here is what I had written to him before his arrival:

"so, if you have a sleeping pad or anything like that, you should bring it. alternatively, we can share my bed. it will be cute, and later we can tell our wives about it, and speak with mock derision, careful to hide our true feelings. later still, annie proulx will write a gripping short story about it, transplanting the storyline to the appalachians (for dramatic effect), and ang lee will see the cinematic potential at its heart."

Yes, I just quoted myself. Self-aware literature and meta-commentary are the hallmarks of postmodernism, and if I'm not postmodern, blow me.

Anyway, this weekend was one of those weekends where, Sunday morning around the brunch table, you relate for all your friends (of both the genuine and the Nicole Richie variety) a shot-by-shot recount of the previous night. "Oh, jeez man, I drank so much...Jager at Bar Nine, whiskey sours at Bar None..." This would normally be the beginning of an arduous, poorly-written and alcohol-imbued story, but I have pretensions to a higher calling, and cling delicately to my image of self-imposed maturity. Plus, Josh and I didn't wake up until noon, so frankly there's no breakfast-table bull session to transcribe.

We also took the ferry to Staten Island, which always elicits the question:


Why, indeed.


rt said...

i was thinking about it, and no, i would not like to blow you, but i don't think you (nor blogs in general) are po-mo (post modern, that is). i think we find ourselves in time-space-society similar, in fact, to the Moderns. In being post-post modern (chronologically, even though part of po-mo is that there are no frames of refernce, incl. time, but then there would be no eras, incl. no modern NOR post modern eras, but whatever) i think we are in fact, Modern again. I call it: re-modern. I think you, me and our lovable, 800 SAT verbal worthy blogs are all re-modern. Now what would be Po-Mo is if I took this comment, and put it on ALL three of my blogs. Except the mom decoy blog would say "on my blog," and then omit this sentance. Which I just might do.

rt said...

Also, I defend my right to use the phrase "po-mo," so don't even step.

Barrett said...

you can say po-mo all you want, so long as you recognize that it was not the blogosphere as a whole that i dubbed postmodern (hyphen? yay or nay? i'm eschewing ambiguously necessary punctuation a la cormac mccarthy from this point forward, except for the final-item-in-a-list comma) but rather my own artistry, or (extreme) lack thereof.

i'm not sure that putting the same post in three blogs would be postmodern -- responding and referring to your own posts from the venue of a different blog would probably count, though.

lastly, i think our vocabulary exceeds the inhibiting limits of the SAT scoring framework. we're 900+, baby.