I did very little productive work over the weekend. Having
acquired a new Civilization game on my desktop machine, I had no choice but to play it.
And as any Civ player can tell you, the best way for the clock to get out of
your control is to be deciding whether to build frigates or monuments, and
whether to agree to a treaty with George Washington.
Playing Civ was why I showed up late for my own retirement
party. Actually, it was my second R.P., having already had one with the present
Sailors. They were both great events, but different. Few if any of the kids
still in high school brought their babies with them, for instance. A unifying
factor was crappy prizes, not surprisingly. You gotta get a gimmick… Given that
the rule is that you can’t dispose of crappy prizes, ever, I wonder what I’m
going to do with this stuff. Proudly display it, I guess. Behind something
else, in a couple of cases.
For some reason the Hud seems to have spawned more than its
share of doctor types. Plenty of lawyers too. Financial wizards. A professor or
two. Lots of folk still in school, depending on age. Sports commentating. Our
ex-pornographer couldn’t make it, unfortunately. Two library science people
(one in training, one in the NYPL system) were there. Journalism, film-making,
politicking. Some of what I would call good works (probably to balance the
pornography). One or two between jobs, which is to be expected in this day and
age, where the likelihood of having one career over one’s lifetime, much less
working for one company, is practically nil.
On the other hand, at least half of them are living in or
moving to Brooklyn. There is one in Astoria, which is the New Brooklyn, and I
think that also counts.
Oh, well. I will be savoring this weekend for a long time.
And meanwhile, the old Coachean mailbox is beginning to fill with debate mail
of one type or another, and the opening gun is this Saturday. We’ll be getting
down to business again soon.
It’s about time.
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