Siouxsie and the Cube

Because I got a raise today, I felt I deserved a present. So off I go after work, fiddle-dee-dee, to Virgin Records to buy an imported Siouxsie and the Banshees B-sides box set. I am listening to it right now and I love it. But I'm biased.

However, very rarely do I buy cds anymore. This is mostly because I have a lot already and they are in no order at all and until we buy shelves for them they will remain in random piles. The anal side of me (my ass?) wants to organize them, but the lazy side of me (the rest of me?) doesn't really want to. Sure, I could then easily find cds to listen to, but they would shortly return to their current state of dissaray and I'd have to start all over with the organizing. So I just don't. I don't listen to cds because they're too hard to find. I don't buy more because then the pile is bigger. It turns out the lazy side of me is also the realistic side.

Speaking of sides, one of the bribes Craig received from the many law firms looking for his blood was a rubik's cube. This is my new toy. Apparantly I never thoroughly enjoyed a Cube as a child, so this is my chance to prove how good I am with spatial reasoning. (Don't quiz me on this.) One side of the cube has words on it - "Join us at <law firm name>". It sounds so cultish to me, and the words help me cheat a little. You can purposefully arrange the words so they are right-side up and in order, thus making the entire Cube hurdle a little more manageable.

I was playing with the Cube on the train home, among lots of stares. While some of the stares were followed by laughter, most were of disbelief. I swear a few people really thought I was going to finish it in front of them. Well I haven't finished it yet. But my consternated expression was quite convincing; the right balance between too smart to care and to stupid to work it. There was an old Jewish man next to me on the train. (What? An orthodox Jew in Brooklyn?) He casually glanced at my Cube and then returned to his peaceful stare out the window. I had this nagging feeling that had I handed him the cube, he would have solved it then and there. But I'm a greedy bastard. I kept the Cube to myself. **It should be noted that I didn't even chuck it at anyone's head - I like it that much.

The only other fun thing about Early Interview Week* (for me) is that I get to go through the stack of business cards representing firms that are very close to buying Craig and judge which foreign office I'll allow him to work for. Where should we live? London? Paris? Prague? Tokyo? Singapore? Taipei? Sydney? Kuwait? No, not Kuwait. Too hot and too much turmoil. I like Prague so far. It sounds so artsy. Plus I could learn to speak Czech. Nobody speaks Czech.

So the moral of the day is this: It doesn't matter if you get a small raise, because you'll buy that box set sooner or later. Then you'll get distracted by a colorful object that was used to lure your boyfriend into slavery. But it's not real slavery because at the end of his 10 weeks next summer, he'll have made more money than you will all year. Even with your raise. And you'll live in Prague.





*For very good descriptions of living through EIW, see bananarchist. As of today, she's written 3 blogs about it.