Monthly Archives: November 2013

Birthday Lunch

“Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake, we know it’s not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy birthday? No such thing.” –Seinfeld

On this date last year I was participating in some training sessions for my company. For three whole days I was offsite at another office location in midtown, on the West Side. The cool thing about it, other than getting a reprieve from my usual duties, was that my brother worked only a few blocks away from where I was now located. We always met up a few times a month for lunch, but usually not 3 days in a row. We hung out the day before for lunch at some pizza shop around the area that also sold beer. Needless to say, beer + bro + pizza = a good time.

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“And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

We like books. Not so much novels (though I do read them sometimes and Louis had been somewhat of a Stephen King fan at one point or another, as well as an Anne Rice fan) but usually informational books: science books, certain how-to books, etc. My kids enjoy books too. There is an uproar if we skip reading them a bedtime story. And I know my nieces enjoy books too (more on that in another post). I’m glad it runs in the family. I have a particular obsession with my books. I like them to remain as new as possible: no creases, bends, markings, rips/tears, etc. I flip-out if someone mishandles them – really flip-out. My brother was aware of my obsession and told me I’d get over it one day:

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