report from no-mans-land



12:12 pm
I have just consumed an ungodly amount of hot chocolate and am now understanding the nuanced variations between a caffeine high and a sugar high - the former being a more focused productive jitterbug (I'll sit down and read my book on quantum theory*, write some bills, make the bed), and the later causing irrational and wholly inadvisable decisions (I'll pull a 15 pound frozen duck out of the freezer and make it for dinner tonight, organize all my spices alphabetically, cut my hair, create my own dance routine to the theme song from Flashdance but first I'll make another cup of hot chocolate where are the god damn marshmallows?) and then of course somewhere in that thought process I figured I'd open the computer for the first time IN THREE DAYS - LOVE TIME OFF and write a quick note to you to say how positively crazy new york city is right now - how the streets in Red Hook haven't seen a single plow truck and how uncomfortable I'm starting to feel as the thought of being truly snowbound for several days crystallizes.

So I did what any child of the suburbs knows to do in a snowstorm - stock up on unnecessary provisions! I snowshoe-d it down to the Fairway. Inside was positively empty and eerie. Fruits perfectly stacked, ghostlike aisles brimming with untouched dry goods. I played Howard Carter, greedily inspecting and unearthing the hidden treasures of a once thriving supermarket. Hand packed ricotta? Picholine olives? Certainly I'll need these things in the afterlife! After loading my basket with what must be three-day old produce I danced Walk Like an Egyptian over to the cookie aisle and slipped in a puddle from my own melting snowsuit.

Surely you'll hear more from me in the next few hours/days as it seems we're not going anywhere for a while.

*I've recently "found" Schrodinger's cat. A little joke around here as I was reading a book by John Gribbin called In Search of Schrodinger's Cat. Neither alive nor dead, both alive and dead.