Some fantasies are more easily fulfilled than others. Fortunately, I aim low.
I first saw Annie Hall at a movie theater on 34th Street and 3rd Avenue. I'd like to say it was one of those rainy days that make you happy to be a New Yorker, if you know what I mean. In one scene, Alvy Singer (Woody) comes home with Annie (Diane Keaton), grabs a container of chinese takeout from the refrigerator, and flips on the tube to catch the middle of a Knick game.
"That's something I want to do when I grow up," I thought.
Fortunately, Diane Keaton's unwillingness to participate nohwisthstanding, that fantasy was well within my grasp.
Today, while reading Richard Florida's ever interesting CreativeClass blog, I noticed that Moby himself has a blog. No, Moby is not in a fantasy, though I think I'm in hot enough water already. But Moby is blogging. Here's an entry:
i've been putting more photos up on moby.com under 'visuals' & 'moby photos', i believe.
weird photos, but photos nonetheless.
moby
And I thought, well, I'd like to blog and share some of my thoughts. And now, thanks to Mena and the rest of the wonderful folks at six apart, I can. Which leaves me looking for my next unfullfilled fantasy.
