{"id":13312,"date":"2011-09-19T19:48:55","date_gmt":"2011-09-19T23:48:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=1892"},"modified":"2011-09-19T19:48:55","modified_gmt":"2011-09-19T23:48:55","slug":"squirrly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2011\/09\/19\/squirrly.html","title":{"rendered":"squirrly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t\t\t\tnothing to do with squirrly, except that i just heard someone use that <br \/>\nword. it&#8217;s a word i associate with turds, and sarah jessica parker. <br \/>\nsquirrly turds. girly, squirrly.<\/p>\n<p>i went to the park today to write, to deal with a story i&#8217;ve had in mind <br \/>\nfor a while, and which i started a few weeks ago. it&#8217;s not going to be too <br \/>\nlong, the story, but it might have some zip to it. it includes Keri, <br \/>\nwhich I didn&#8217;t anticipate, but it&#8217;s all good. i hope the story sounds <br \/>\ngood, because it&#8217;s a radio type of thing, not a printed matter.<\/p>\n<p>i was not at the park too long. it felt nice out there, though, the <br \/>\nautumnal breezes and the overgrown grasses swaying like a choir of <br \/>\nJohn Cage-ian silence that can not contain itself and must make sound.<\/p>\n<p>i was at the wedding of two friends on saturday. i triumphed with my tie. <br \/>\nabout a month ago i asked the groom-to-be &#8220;is this gonna be a formal <br \/>\nwedding?&#8221; to which he responded &#8220;just so you don&#8217;t wear one of your Snoopy <br \/>\nt-shirts you&#8217;ll be fine.&#8221; (i wear a lot of Charlie Brown and <br \/>\nPeanuts-themed t-shirts).<\/p>\n<p>so i special ordered a Charlie Brown tie, a fine silk creation, which <br \/>\nturned out to be an excellent conversation piece as the night spent mostly <br \/>\namong strangers evolved. i was about 98% certain that the groom would <br \/>\nremember our conversation, and see that the tie was my answer to his <br \/>\ninstruction not to wear a Snoopy t-shirt. but that lingering 2% <br \/>\nuncertainty hovered until he saw me, saw the tie, and immediately smiled. <br \/>\nit was nice.<\/p>\n<p>i feel like a clown wearing a tie, or even a jacket. walking over to the <br \/>\nwedding i hoped against all hope that no one I knew would see me. i used <br \/>\nto wear ties and jackets all the time but nowadays it&#8217;s more like i&#8217;m <br \/>\ngetting naked than getting clothed. the sense of conspicuity was <br \/>\ninsufferable, but i took some comfort in knowing that a man walking down <br \/>\nthe street in a suit and tie is not cause for alarm, or even a second <br \/>\nlook. heck, i even saw other men on the street, wearing suits and ties! i <br \/>\nfit right in&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>and i once again experienced that passing sense of narcolepsy that always <br \/>\noccurs when i tighten a tie around my neck. i wouldn&#8217;t go so far as to <br \/>\ncompare it to a noose, but when i put this tie on on Saturday i felt that <br \/>\nold familiar sensation of wanting to go to sleep, and maybe even dying. i <br \/>\nused to get that same sensation of narcolepsy when the lights went down <br \/>\nat concert halls and the performer took the stage. I missed the first <br \/>\nmoments of a Radu Lupu concert at Carnegie Hall on account of me passing <br \/>\nout, sound asleep, at the moment the lights went down and he took the <br \/>\nstage. i woke up feeling like hours had passed.<\/p>\n<p>the wedding itself was lovely. i happen to be a strong advocate of lack of <br \/>\nresponsibility (which is not the same as irresponsibility) and on account <br \/>\nof that I think that marriages should not happen, but i do not begrudge <br \/>\nanyone else&#8217;s choice to enter into that exorbitantly priced and <br \/>\nlawyered-up institution. i mostly felt lost in the maelstrom of strangers <br \/>\nand family, and i took leave of the place when everyone started getting <br \/>\ndrunk, or at least drunker than I, which was not so drunk, though the gin <br \/>\nand tonics did provide a more efficient route to drunkardry than beer. and <br \/>\ni find that as i grow older i am all about *efficiency* in pursuit of <br \/>\nintoxication.<\/p>\n<p>people kept asking me how I knew the two people getting married. i <br \/>\nsaid &#8220;i&#8217;m a friend from the neighborhood.&#8221; the back story is that the <br \/>\ngroom first introduced himself to me by standing up in a bar and pointing <br \/>\nat me yelling &#8220;I THINK YOU&#8217;RE SORABJI!&#8221; i think i already told that story <br \/>\nhere&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>oops, gotta go.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>nothing to do with squirrly, except that i just heard someone use that word. it&#8217;s a word i associate with turds, and sarah jessica parker. squirrly turds. girly, squirrly. i went to the park today to write, to deal with a story i&#8217;ve had in mind for a while, and which i started a few [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-text","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/saumAn-squirrly","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13312","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13312"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13312\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}