Thursday, March 24, 2011

I can feel it: allergy season pounding on the gates, demanding renumeration in its favorite currencies. Head colds. Runny noses. Itchy eyes. But I will not pay up. This year, I shall give no quarter! That would be the synonym for mercy, rather than the coin, which I also shall not furnish. The couple of sniffles from a minute ago? Merely the consequence of the raw emotion brought on by the power of blogging. I’m so overjoyed to bring you this post, in fact, that my eyes appear to be watering.

What I’m trying to say here, I guess, is fuck you, trees. In truth, allergies really do seem to be better this year, no doubt because my daily routes run largely free of nature, and I imagine the parking garage also does its duty to shield my car from pollen. I will have no such luxuries over the weekend, however, because my hunt for blazers continues, and this will require briefly walking outdoors, straight into blankets of allergens.

It’ll be worth it, though. Jackets are just too useful–removable, multi-purpose, strangely reassuring. I’ve got a meeting uptown on Monday, which may call for one to be donned. We’ll dive into all this and more next week, but I’ve essentially been building my shopping rubric for this particular piece of clothing, and I’ve managed to nail down a few things, including target stores, cut, and feel. Guidelines far more helpful, in other words, than slamming my fist onto the sales counter and shouting, “Shopkeep! Fetch me something with two arm holes. Nothing more, nothing less.”