Monday, January 1, 2007

Two hours ago I was standing on what might justifiably be described as a "grassy knoll" at 59th Street and 7th Avenue. I was with a large group of people—several hundred at least—who looked like they knew what they were doing. "Do you see it? Can you see it? Where is it? Is that it? I can't see it!" This was the gist of the collective conversation. I thought I could see it, but then fireworks were going off and I realized, nope, didn't see it. No ball-droppage action for Matt tonight. Oh well, at least I was on the very edge of the crowd, enabling me to beat a hasty retreat. Now I'm on the edge of my seat—quite literally—watching an episode of The Twilight Zone I haven't seen before. Happy 2007, gentle readers. Be adequate.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Matt,

    It took me a minute, but I remembered your class. And I remembered two Matts who were both really good writers -- one with sorta curly hair and one with straight hair. I think you are sorta curly haired Matt?
    This pool party poem is really great. Pools are a very important part of life in Austin, and yes, it is a relief to have moved on from Bloomington's uncomfortable womb.
    Thanks for getting in touch!