i know everyone has stories like this but i'm going to tell mine now, so get a mug of cocoa and just sit. you know how the internet is really cool and you sometimes hear from people that you haven't spoken to in a really long time? well, last thursday, that's what happened to me.
sometime, almost ten years ago, a group of us used to work the night shift at our college library. if i remember correctly, the librarians went home at 9 o'clock and the rest of us stuck around until the building closed at midnight. many, many nights, we spent those last three hours huddled around a pair of desks, laughing and talking and making fun of strangers.
after i left new orleans, i really only kept in touch with one young lady, my friend erin. all of the other folks kind of fell away, the way that they do when you are the one who moves away from some place. recently though, a person from our cadre of late-night library workers relocated back to new orleans and ran into erin.
matt was this kid who always made me laugh. we didn't hang out much outside of work, but i like to think i knew him pretty well, since we spent all of those hours working together. one time, it was a thanksgiving holiday, i think, we carpooled to saint louis. he and a friend were heading back to spend the holiday with family and i was going to visit my girlfriend who, after graduation, had moved back to saint louis. it was a long, fun car-ride. i remember matt's story about how he and his housemates were building a schmidt-amid
, a pyramid made of schmidt beer cans that took up part of one room. i remember lots of billboards for the home of throwed rolls
which we stopped at but the line was too long.
after i left new orleans, i never really kept up with matt, then, last week, i was surprised to receive an email from him. we exchanged those long-type messages that catch other people up on the last ten years of your life.
[sidebar: in his most recent message, matt asked what 42short
meant. was it a play on the words far too short
? admittedly, the lack of an about
page is one of the shortcomings of this humble, little, low-maintenance weblog; so, for matt and anyone else who might not have read the casual explanation i threw out in a single post many, many months ago, the name comes from my suit jacket size. at the time i began writing this weblog, it was a 42 short. i'm pretty sure i've bulked up to a 44 short by now, because i'm so damned manly, but i'm not planning on changing the name. i hope this also clears up any confusion about this page being an online shrine to an 80s rap legend
: grey gardens
: the pacific ocean 'there's no one you won't walk past'
: if theory is so profoundly flawed in its inability to address the ideas and emotions that not only make us individual but also allow us to marry, build communities, and undertake the countless transactions that would be impossible without basic shared assumptions, how did it ever become so popular in the first place?
[via arts and letters daily