I just got on a train to Boston, returning Saturday.
Some guy is eating a salad at 8:59 am. The quiet car attracts weirdos.
Dream of Quiet Produces Weirdos
I will be there, but probably not until 6:30 or 7.
I too will be out of town but I'm glad to hear that Fresh Salt is back in business post Sandy.
Salad for breakfast isn't that weird, is it?
5 Not if he washes it down with a beer.
Damn it. I'll be on my way back from New England.
2 Dream of Quiet Produces Weirdos
I had to stare at this for a minute feeling like it should be somehow ringing a bell, and then once it did I had to puzzle more over why it didn't seem to resonate, so at the risk of sounding like a pedantic quibbler: "sueño" has the feature of meaning both "dream" and "sleep," and in the case of "el sueño de la razón produce monstruos" I'm pretty sure it's the latter. That is, "the sleep of reason" in the sense of "the suppression of the reasoning faculties" is what produces monsters. So I think the formula is something like "the sleep of X produces Y" in the sense that Y can flourish in the absence of X, whereas weirdos flourishing in the absence of quiet doesn't seem like what you're after.
Rereading this comment, on the subject of "weirdos": oh god, I'm one of them, aren't I?
And on waking: Was it Essear dreaming he was Neb? Or Neb dreaming he was Essear?
Anyway I'm pretty sure I long ago misunderstood the title, couldn't make much sense of it but internalized it that way anyway.
Unfortunately, that's just too far for me to go on a workday.
Is there a plausibly different NYC location that wouldn't be? Like, would midtown make a difference?
(That should be read as indicating having completely forgotten where you're located. If that was a joke about flying in again from the West Coast, as opposed to something straightforward about getting to Lower Manhattan from Fort Lee or someplace, I missed it.)
No, the main issue is just going to NYC at all. I could come down on a Saturday or Sunday since I could spend the whole day there.
On my way. Should be there in about 30 minutes. Your first drink is on me if you arrive before 5:30.
Almost there. This time you can recognize me because I am the one not wearing an ascot. If that helps.
Here with Awl. We're outside. I'm the one in the straw hat.
For the first time, I just saw someone throw salt over his shoulder, apparently unironically. This place is great!
Awl just bought the next round, so we've now both gotteb free drinks. You all are missing out.
Talking about Plato and the gods and Sappho and Homer and smartphone international data plans.
This is some fine live-blogging Benquo, I approve* and wish I was there.
*Keep it up.
I'm trying to see how much I should let myself drink.
I should be there in twenty minutes or so -- I'm almost finished up here. I can only hang out for one drink, though -- I need to get home reasonably early.
Headed out to get to my next thing. Awl is still there, hanging out and being awesome.
Well good, then kill a cat for the rest of us as the saying goes.
I miss you all! Last Friday was so much better than tonight, although tonight is bad enough that most Fridays are better. Still, glad bits of the gang are back together and having fun.
27: would it help if you thought about homophones of your pseud?
I know it's been a lot of meet ups but Awl is leaving this Wednesday and won't be back for quite some time I believe and he and I are planning to meet Monday evening at, yes, you guessed it, Fresh Salt (unless you all chime in here and have any other ideas). I work in midtown till 6 so I don't think I'll be there until close to 7.
Personally, I was very sorry to have to miss UnfoggeDCon and would love to meet other commenters (or lurkers, you know you're always welcome).
Will someone with the requisite privileges please bump this post back up to the top? Maybe with some additional info, thanks.
Apologies to Awl, your time here coincided with tons of other stuff for me. Was out of town for most of it and am solidly booked until Thursday. (I am honest to god not one of those I'm So Busy people. This is unusual.)
You know what I had for breakfast a couple of hours ago? Salad. It never occurred to me before this thread, but there it was, leftover in the refrigerator, and it suddenly looked like a perfectly plausible breakfast. (In addition to some actual food, of course. I haven't lost my mind completely.)
Aww, too bad, Smearcase. We'll always have those few brief minutes at the party before I passed out.
Well, I was very sorry to miss the unfoggedecacon, which sounds like a great occasion, but I was busy humiliating US Marines in Italy with the aid of some tennis balls, a bottle of sparkling wine, thirty feet of rope and a high-powered rifle. Hope tonight's meetup goes well too, and I'm very glad to hear Fresh Salt has reopened.
Without a walrus and a crossbow involved, it's just not much of a story.
Write what you will about my novel, LB, but I think you are overstepping the mark when you start to give witheringly critical reviews of my actual life. Anyway, I couldn't have got the walrus through customs. As it was we had excess baggage.
Oblique baiting has failed. Moving to the more explicit:
So, how does one humiliate American marines, whether in Italy or otherwise, by means of tennis balls, rope, sparkling wine, and a high-powered rifle? I mean, I have some ideas, but they all seem implausible.
Hey Elbee how do you keep a turkey in suspense?
And are there any tips I should be passing on to my niece about how, as a US Marine, to avoid being humiliated by tennis-ball wielding Scotsmen? Given that she's still in training to be a helicopter mechanic in Pensacola, it's probably not likely to come up, but I would have said that about service in the Marine Corps generally until this conversation.
44: One of my most appealing characteristics is an almost unlimited willingness to play the straightman.
I had a salad for lunch. It was unsatisfying, as salads are, but I'm out of excuses right now for not eating better. (My go-to excuse is cold weather.)
Actually this plan is going to crash and burn because it is now the season of leaving the house and that usually leads to non-salad consumption.
Agreed. I'm going across the street to the drug store and buy Swedish Fish.
it is now the season of leaving the house and that usually leads to non-salad consumption
It's decorative gourd negroni lobster roll season, motherfuckers.
45: the best way is to make your niece aware that there is more to infantry tactics than simply looking at the map and saying, after a long pause, "...so, we're gonna attack them, right?" before proposing a mass frontal assault across open ground towards the machine-gun position. That tends not to get terribly high marks from the judges. Unless one of the judges is General Melchett. I had to restrain myself from remarking out loud "It's the last thing they'll expect us to do! Baaaah!" because, as many have noted before me, a day without a Blackadder quote is like a day without sunshine.
Salad for lunch for me today. I've been doing the 5-2 thing with some limited success. Recently things keep coming up on my "days" (Monday and Thursday) and I forget to do it another day of the week when that happens.
I'm very sorry to crap out like this but unfortunately I haven't been feeling very well the past couple of nights and I'm afraid an expedition down to Fresh Salt after work will really knock me for a loop. I have a long awaited vacation next week with my nephews and I can't afford to get sick right now. Still I'd be up for a quick nosh just after 6 in the midtown area (I'm near Bryant Park) if anyone is up for it. I can (and will) text Awl in an hour or so and tell him not to go to Fresh Salt if no one sounds in here as he has only sporadic wifi. (Lurkers are welcome!) I got the opportunity to hang with Awl for a bit last week (I hope I'm not violating SOOBC) and he really is awesome so don't hesitate. And really, rather than hang out with my sorry under the weather ass in midtown you all should go hang out with Awl at Fresh Salt anyway.
41 You know you don't have to get the whole walrus through customs. Just the oosik will do.
Also I'm sure ajay's side cheated. They're supposed all wear bright red coats and stand up straight in nice rows and columns.
I was planning on showing up, but if it's not happening... Going all the way to midtown for just a quick bite seems a bit far.
You should definitely go, teraz. To Fresh Salt, that is. If you say you'll go I'll text Awl and tell him you'll be there. And then I'll drag my sorry under the weather ass home to bed - where it belongs).
So, 7 at the unfogged home away from home?
It looks like this event is cancelled*. I just heard from Awl and he's heading back to where he's staying at. Blame me, it's all my fault. Sorry for crapping out like that folks. If anyone doesn't see this in time and shows up anyway I owe you a beer (at least).
*Can someone with posting privileges please make note of the cancellation on the OP and maybe bump it? Thanks.
Sorry teraz it looks like it's not happening; I think he's heading back and I'm heading home. I didn't see your 56 when I was writing my 57.
57, 58: Oh, why did you say anything? Teraz could have had a wonderful adventure, going to Fresh Salt and not meeting anyone, then falling in with a gang of Lascars who would have involved him in a secret plot to overthrow the Sultan of Brunei with the aid of a sensuous Belorussian double-agent and a thumb-drive full of hot IP. By this time next month he could have been reclining at a villa on the Adriatic, counting his fortune of several pallets of 100 yuan notes.
Natilio, you've been to Fresh Salt. If you could fall in with anyone more exotic than a bunch of brokers there, I'd be very surprised.
There are narrow streets nearby! That area under the bridge seemed fairly sketchy. Plus, the whole point is that teraz would be mistaken for some Polish super-spy, and those people don't have their meet-ups just anywhere, you know.
Brokers are the 21st century equivalent of Lascars.