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A Post Script to the Last Entry

P.S. (I can't keep away) You might have noticed the part about the ironing in the last entry and thought, "He doesn't look like a guy who irons". You might be right if you judged on what you know of me. For one thing, I'm very manly. But seriously my shirts are generally less than crisply pressed. For another, it might seem that I am also the type of guy to burn himself really badly on the iron itself. That is true and I'm sure I eventually will. Truth be told I'm equally scared of the giant hot robot mouse as I am of its fuzzy counterparts. But as with the mice, I am coming to grips with the iron's presence in the house, and learning to deal. Irons used to be literal blocks of iron that you stuck in the fireplace until they were hot and then you pressed your pantaloons and unmentionables. In lieu of actually washing them. We have an antique iron that we bought in Poland that you were supposed to fill with coals to keep it screaming red hot longer. It is sitting on the shelf watching me iron with the Iron Of The New Millennium. This iron is a good deal smarter than I am and is probably the reason it didn't leave its boat shaped brand on me tonight. It wants to know what type of material it's ironing before it starts. It knows when it is upright or has fallen over and caught on fire (I've never been good at that). It even self cleans like an oven! In other words, it probably should do the ironing its own damn self. But if it did I wouldn't have passed the evening listening to tragically sad songs and losing myself in thought while attempting the sharpest creases ever and dodging the snorts of boiling hot steam that occasionally shot out the iron's backside. I'm now waiting for the clever, angry thing to cool down before I can put it back into a box without fear. One thing I was thinking about while flattening things was what to put on the blog. As you can see, it's not really necessary to actually have done anything interesting in order to write interesting things(?), but I should get back to our activities in the city. Eventually. I make a lot of promises about what I will describe and haven't come through with any of them yet. But tomorrow I will tell you about my friend Eirik Johnson's opening here in NY, the "Seattle" Party that was held the other night (someone ask why) and other interesting activities this weekend. Um, I might have just done told you about it, but I will go into better detail for sure.