So, my mom tells me the other day:
leelatour: had dinner with ethan last night...think there may be ways we can hook up with him
leelatour: a great guy!
leelatour: when ethan made the connections to the "youngins" at the co-op that I was your mom...they said, "oh, josh, the hipster."
leelatour: told them i'd pass that along..lol
leelatour: and explained your disdain for such creatures
From my archives:
January 29th 2002: The Troubles
The troubles are with me strong. An abortive day. I made it all the way to Grand Central, eventual destination White Plains, when I got the call that the whole show is postponed until tomorrow. Then waiting around for the bike shop to open (need a new derailer) and it never does. Sitting in a trendy Williamsburg cafe, wanting not to look the part that I’m looking. Like a fucking hipster. In retaliation, I composed a list of ways to fight back:
- Smile Lots (don’t pout, whine, complain, bitch)
- Love to Sweat (work, exercise, exert yourself)
- Embody Raging Lumberjack Masculinity
- Take a Western (as in west-coast) Attitude
- Maintain Unbridled Optimism in the face of Total Narcissistic Cynicism
Also, reading “Sometimes a Great Notion” by good old dead Ken Keasy. He’s from my neck of the woods, and his writing makes me miss Oregon something powerful.
Hard to believe that was Five Years ago.
