Comments on: Gawking

By: Andie

Andie — Sat, 17 Apr 2004 19:14:12 +0000

Classic! I’m so glad I’m not the only one who’s word game challenged. I played with two friends and their seven-year-old son over Christmas, and I beat him by a very slim margin.

If you were wearing stilettos and we found ourselves standing next to each other at a party, it would be impossible for us to have a conversation (kind of like Alice unable to reach the key from either direction).

By: Hal Dace

Hal Dace — Tue, 13 Apr 2004 01:28:40 +0000

Sorry to go back to the original story, but I think your taste and ability to write more than compensate for your lack of gaming skills. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and people with mathematical skills (Scrabble-izers) are boring. I actually like Scrabble and do understand games, and yet I think I’ve won Scrabble maybe once in my whole life. And anyone who seeks to be Sex in the City is intelligent, so stop claiming that your Scrabble-friend is smarter than you (please).

By: Karlin Lillington

Karlin Lillington — Mon, 12 Apr 2004 18:44:13 +0000

hee hee. I do all the dis-sing to make up for your shevelled, I think. I have been known to shake hands of Important Tech Folk I’m about to interview for a story with smudges of bicycle grease on my palms — or after having emerged sweaty and panting from within a rainsuit. I try to imagine myself as having a kind of Katherine Hepburn element of jaunty, quirky surprise but I am sure I look more like a (bicycle) basket case!

By: Dervala

Dervala — Tue, 06 Apr 2004 18:13:32 +0000

When I lived in Manhattan, I used ride a Razor scooter everywhere, which (rightly) irritated everyone who knew me. I have a weakness for girl-powered transport.

It was a LOT easier to scoot wearing a Marc Jacobs skirt (or a Roz Russell nipped-waist suit) than it is to bike. I used to arrive at parties looking quite shevelled in those days. Alas, Brooklyn is a bridge too far.

And back in Manhattan, I used to live right above the Manolo Blahnik store. Still don’t own a single pair; I’m a baby about stilettos. Prada is my poison, though now sadly out of reach.

The Third Policeman: my kind of fella.

By: Karlin Lillington

Karlin Lillington — Tue, 06 Apr 2004 17:51:36 +0000

Now Dervala, would you want a man in your life who didn’t consider a bicycle helmet a kind of aphrodisiac? (I suspect a kayaking Canadian falls into this category ).

My kind of Sex and the City is The Third Policeman melded with His Girl Friday, with the occasional guest appearance of a Manolo Blahnik.

By: Dervala

Dervala — Mon, 05 Apr 2004 20:02:33 +0000

They ain’t all that. :-)

By: morland

morland — Mon, 05 Apr 2004 18:01:02 +0000

My premature exit would have been far more depressing. Choire Sicha! Peter Rojas! Elizabeth Spiers! Lindsay Robertson! Jason Kottke and Meg Hourihan! I would have left early, drunk, starry-eyed and sheepish, muttering to myself that the obscurity of my idols counterbalances the creepiness of my idolatry.

By: Dervala

Dervala — Mon, 05 Apr 2004 09:16:20 +0000

Oh for God’s sake. At least read before you scold. Where have I drawn a conclusion about America? I make an observation about Manhattan versus Brooklyn, and note in passing that I prefer Brooklyn.

And can’t I admit I don’t get games, without a sniffy interpretation that I’m saying they are somehow beneath me (when the reverse is true)? What’s art got to do with it? People who play games are generally smarter than me. I just choose different timewasters. Like this.

Sheesh.

By: Steve

Steve — Mon, 05 Apr 2004 05:40:13 +0000

In the first place NYC is not America. It’s NYC and must stand or fall on its own merits. Please discontinue drawing any comparisons with it and America.

Games are just that. They distract the mind from reality no differently than most social gatherings or the watching of TV and movies, with “art” certainly being largely absent from either of the latter.

So what’s wrong with wasting time? We all do it in one way or another. Don’t you know any stamp collectors or horse breeders?