{"id":505,"date":"2003-11-18T09:32:00","date_gmt":"2003-11-18T13:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/505"},"modified":"2003-11-18T09:32:00","modified_gmt":"2003-11-18T13:32:00","slug":"hangover-of-sorts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/505","title":{"rendered":"Hangover (of sorts)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Glenn Gould&#8217;s giving me that look again. A black and white portrait of him as a teenager in the 1950s hangs across from the elevators at my workplace. He&#8217;s sitting, smugly wrapped in his genius,  with the family dog at the family piano. I love this photograph.<\/p>\n<p>Both he and his Irish Setter are always giving me a disdainful, arched glare. The dog says to me, &#8220;Sucka! What you doin&#8217;, working in an office? Don&#8217;t be a foo&#8217;!&#8221; Yes, in my head, Glenn Gould&#8217;s hounddog sounds a little bit like Mister T. <\/p>\n<p>I think this morning has given me some indication of what it&#8217;s like to wake up after a crack binge. Last night was just too good, too much fun, too many comics. <\/p>\n<p>Returning to the everyday ennui of being a paper slave, everything looks greyer. The photocopy toner smells a little more like embalming fluid. The telephone knells. Silt accumulates in my email inbox like dirt being shoveled into an open grave. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m preoccupying myself with mentally envisioning a new game I just made up called &#8220;Vampire Stapler Tag&#8221;. Mostly it&#8217;s just running around, aiming at your co-worker&#8217;s jugular with your Swingline, screaming &#8220;Tag! You&#8217;re undead!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ahem. In other news, I&#8217;ve spread the virus further, my brethren. My friend <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/sanity_clause\/\">sanity_claus<\/a> has now joined our ranks. Please welcome him to the community!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Glenn Gould&#8217;s giving me that look again. A black and white portrait of him as a teenager in the 1950s hangs across from the elevators at my workplace. He&#8217;s sitting, smugly wrapped in his genius, with the family dog at the family piano. I love this photograph. Both he and his Irish Setter are always <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/505\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-505","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=505"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/505\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=505"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=505"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=505"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}