Thursday, April 28, 2011

Touch Wood


Words which once rolled, fluid, effluent, as gin pours from the crystal carafe, roll raggedly now, like rust on the chain, or sand in the eye.  The blogger box, which once framed my nightly ritual, night after night for four and a half years, is familiar yet distant.  Alliteration, it seems, still seeps sleekly from the keys.  

Dita desires to take, yet again, your drink order.  Scarlett is crushing the ice.  Your bartender is back, running his hand along the long wooden bar top.

The wood feels fine, solid, patient.  It's been here all along.

Professionals in this, our automated environs, digitally sanitized, service-oriented, are left, bereft, of the tangible product of their labor.  We have nothing but bare statistics to show what we have wrought.  We must, thus, touch wood, touch life, touch the fiber of creation, and reconnect to the soil.

This place, this potent place of pretentious pandering and foppery, base discourse, and drunken rambling is as wooden and natural as electronic social media allows.

Your bartender surveys the familiar scene.  Old faces may be gone.  New faces are now expected to take their place.  What truths?  What smut? What wicked tales of woe?

Bar's open.  What can I pour ya?


  1. Well, let me be the first to belly up to the bar and say welcome back! I find that strangely appropriate, as I never had the chance last time around. You can pour me a stiff metaphorical G&T, with plenty of twist. (Unfortunately, metaphorical is about as good as it gets these days.)

    Good to see you today, and thanks for picking up the tab. Mr. G&T does have his moments. However, you do still owe me a birthday lunch.

    I'm going to go ahead and claim the name Dylan right now, before that other guy shows up.

  2. Drink more. Ramble less.

  3. Yay!

    I'll take a double pomegranate vodka and 7 please

  4. Raspberry Lemondrop. It tastes like Sour Patch Kids and pedophiles at the movie theater!

  5. Well, it'll take a little bit to wrestle the kinks out, and not in a good way... The google account problem isn't my doing. It seems to be a new blogger policy.

    Oh hell, they probably won't let me use dirty words anymore either...

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  7. Clearly there are issues! I didn't delete a damn thing. Maybe I've been hacked!

  8. There we go, much better.

  9. Welcome back, barkeep! It's nice to have your voice back out in the world!

  10. Anonymous9:14 AM

    Really, I think we're all just back to make up for the missing Lounger-lingerie calendar.


  11. Maybe, just maybe, a 2012 calendar will be in order Mitch!


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