Jul. 7th, 2011 02:39 pm
Es geht...
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muckefuckIf my previous entry came off as half-assed, well, that's simply par for the course these days. I did a half-assed job of my chores yesterday and the day before, I've been a half-assed condo board member so far, and the less said about my paid work this week the better. To some extant, I could blame the humid days and this lingering (allergy-related?) sniffling/sore-throaty/voice-ruining thing I've got, but I think that ignores a more serious underlying problem: The ennui I've been fighting for weeks now seems to be getting the upper hand.
Ennui and anomie werea major topics of conversation last night. I had dinner at Prairie Moon with a nice man I'd met at Touché a couple weeks back. He was cagey about his domestic situation then and I didn't discover until near the end of that evening that he's married. He's been equally cagey about his work and didn't reveal until yestere'en that he's a man of the cloth. And that, despite the gray-blonde hair and watery blue eyes, he's Jewish. That at least explains the antipathy between him and Coleman. When they first met, I thought it was your usual clash of New York vs Boston, but now I know there's more to it. Admittedly, I'm generalising from a rather limited sample, but gay Jews seem to repel each other like Englishmen on holiday.
Of course, my ennui is nothing compared to his. He's been content to do the hetero marriage thing for two-and-a-half decades and now it's just not working for him any more. His need for friends that he can talk to about both sides to his bifurcated life was, I'll be honest, what lured me there in the first place. I'll admit to a certain fascination with the struggles of gay men of that generation, partly because of how close I feel I came to ending up there myself. If I see him again, I'd like to introduce him to Nuphy; I imagine those boys will have a lot to talk about.
And it looks like I probably will. He wants me to tutor him German (he's quite good for someone who's only had a year of instruction) and I do think that's an honest request for assistance rather than simply a ploy to keep me around in the hopes of getting into my pants. It would be good for me, since I've let my own German degrade unforgivably lately and languages seem to be about the only things that really motivate me any more. By coincidence, I'd swung by the by-the-pound used bookstore earlier in the day and picked up two German-language paperbacks, a novella from Christa Wolf and a somewhat trashier story collection from Doris Dörrie. (No prizes for guessing which one I started reading first.)
Ennui and anomie werea major topics of conversation last night. I had dinner at Prairie Moon with a nice man I'd met at Touché a couple weeks back. He was cagey about his domestic situation then and I didn't discover until near the end of that evening that he's married. He's been equally cagey about his work and didn't reveal until yestere'en that he's a man of the cloth. And that, despite the gray-blonde hair and watery blue eyes, he's Jewish. That at least explains the antipathy between him and Coleman. When they first met, I thought it was your usual clash of New York vs Boston, but now I know there's more to it. Admittedly, I'm generalising from a rather limited sample, but gay Jews seem to repel each other like Englishmen on holiday.
Of course, my ennui is nothing compared to his. He's been content to do the hetero marriage thing for two-and-a-half decades and now it's just not working for him any more. His need for friends that he can talk to about both sides to his bifurcated life was, I'll be honest, what lured me there in the first place. I'll admit to a certain fascination with the struggles of gay men of that generation, partly because of how close I feel I came to ending up there myself. If I see him again, I'd like to introduce him to Nuphy; I imagine those boys will have a lot to talk about.
And it looks like I probably will. He wants me to tutor him German (he's quite good for someone who's only had a year of instruction) and I do think that's an honest request for assistance rather than simply a ploy to keep me around in the hopes of getting into my pants. It would be good for me, since I've let my own German degrade unforgivably lately and languages seem to be about the only things that really motivate me any more. By coincidence, I'd swung by the by-the-pound used bookstore earlier in the day and picked up two German-language paperbacks, a novella from Christa Wolf and a somewhat trashier story collection from Doris Dörrie. (No prizes for guessing which one I started reading first.)
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so true! Sorry to hear about the blahs. How about, um, traveling? Going off on an adventure. With minimal planning. Not even much of an idea of where you're going or why?
I have 2 kids, it doesn't happen that easily for me these days, but still I find a new city or country works some magic on me if I let it.
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Eine Wolf-Novelle. Welche also? Kassandra, Medea, Stoerfall...? Nachdenken ueber Christa T wirst Du schon gelesen haben.
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Störfall heißt die besagte Novelle. Ich glaub, ich hab ne Kurzgeschichte oder zwei von ihr gelesen und das zwar schon lange her, aber wenn ich mich nicht irre hat sie mir ziemlich gefallen.
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That or we need to come up there again and eat some bbq on Devon.
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Amen. *clink*
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