testing...

A note about the little books I ranted about last night: There are quite a few typographical errors, not that it’s easy to tell in The Iliad. Just FYI.

An interesting test from OK Cupid:
I am…
"The Maid of Honor
Deliberate Gentle Love Master (DGLMf)

Appreciated for your kindness and envied for all your experience, you are The Maid of Honor.
Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a "perfect catch"--and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You're careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you.

We've deduced you're fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you respect...so you can respect yourself.
Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You're just as slow rejecting someone as you are accepting them.

ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The 5-Night Stand, The Vapor Trail, The Bachelor
CONSIDER: The Gentleman, someone just like you.
Take the test
Always accurate, always scientific:
http://www.okcupid.com"

Not sure if it’s dead-on, but I guess it’s close. It is an interesting one.

More later – I’m busy doing actual factual work.

Reading: The Iliad, The Count of Monte Cristo, Ballet Shoes

Oi, it’s so nice out today – I really am still in the mood to be skipping work. The lovely thing about working only Monday and Friday is that you suddenly live in "every day is Friday" land, with weekends more often than weekdays. Right. Anyway, it feels distinctly strange to be at work and know that I have to grace this place with my presence AGAIN tomorrow.

Everyone please give Bridget a huge round of applause: it is her first day at her new job, at Not-Big-Evil-Old-Job. Hopefully she is wearing jeans and hot shoes and feeling swanky AND reveling in her now-much-shorter commute. Hurray!

Nice weekend – quiet. I was unreasonably depressed most of Saturday – couldn’t figure out why, and tried to snap out of it, but yikes. I think it was the clouds. I’m desperate for sun. Anyway, we ran errands and walked through the park for a while and looked at the purse from Cole Haan that I bought and returned and went to Tumi so Ben could figure out if he’d bought the wrong suitcase. He had, and I was burned out, so we went back to his apartment and he picked up the suitcase to take it back while I relaxed and showered (the boiler was broken all morning). He also brought back the purse. Aww, he really didn’t need to do that. We got giant burgers at a dive on 77th St. and breathed in the clouds of pot smoke gathering around the Beacon Theater, where the Allman Bros. Were playing, and went home and watched Two for the Road, which was wonderful.

Sunday was mostly more walking. We walked through the park at 72nd, then back and up, winding around, to 96th. There was a parade on 5th avenue, and there were hundreds of cute dogs everywhere in the park.

Pet Peeve of the day: There is an internal memo posted on our intranet site regarding the death (by shooting) of a Time Magazine Iraqi translator in Baghdad. It’s a nice little obituary, but the headline (and link to click to go to the story) is "The Passing of Omar Hashim Kamal." The poor man was shot in his car while driving to a night assignment. That isn’t a nice peaceful "passing," that’s murder. Or at least death. It’s fine in the article where they say he "passed away after being shot…" but I feel like headlining it that way makes it sound like he died in his sleep or something. Ergh, people gloss over tragedy too much.
Here’s to Omar Hashim Kamal. Bless his wife and his four-year-old son, and may he rest in peace.

Reading: Down & Out…, The Count of Monte Cristo.