Finally, NYT dining gets a pair of gonads
Happiest of Halloween!!!
Don’t burn down the house with this cock-tail from the NYTimes today
What’s that The National lyric? Ahhh, here I thought it was “blue blazin” but, no.
You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults
Ahh I guess we can thank the Decemberists for allowing the flourishing of the dandy artful poseur in our lyrics. I’ll drink a begrudging cheers to that all-too self important band (is band too pedestrian for their tastes? Ought we say collective? How would Wilde have put it…some form of institution supporting a loose assemblage of miscreants and cads that happen, as a matter of course, to produce sound behind their musings…or some such poncy drivel.)
