Oh, yeah, now I remember what happened this weekend. Friday night the woman and I went out for Tibetan food, then ice cream, then drinks. Saturday I sat on my ass and played Ecco the Dolphin for most of the afternoon; then a whole bunch of us went over to my friend Chris's place in Crown Heights, where we got ridiculously stoned, played epic games of Egyptian Rat Fuck, ate homemade (and kick-ass) key lime pie, and watched "Brazil" through a projector. What a great night.
Yesterday, as you probably know, was Father's Day, so I took a train up to his house in Croton, where we got slightly drunk and had loud but fun arguments about so many things, including:
1. Music on the Web: I'm for putting music on the web, sorta, in that lots of people can have access to my tunes; I'm against it if it were to radically decrease my album sales, hypothetically speaking. My dad is waaaaay more concerned about plagiarism; i.e. I put my song on the web, and some Scandanavian band hears it and covers it and THEY end up making a million dollars instead of me. We did not resolve this argument.
2. The Suppression/Co-Opting of Fantastic Inventions by Ruthless Corporations: I have no idea how we got onto this topic, but my dad got very passionate about it when the rest of us started ganging up on him. I was pretty drunk at that point. He thinks that suppression doesn't exist, that if someone were to come along and concoct a new, efficient car fuel out of (say) human spit, that OPEC and all the American Oil Companies wouldn't try to suppress that discovery, but would find a way to co-opt it and do it themselves. I don't care either way, but it was fun antagonizing him, even if only for a little while.
And I eventually made it back home to watch the Yankees' bullpen choke hard in the bottom of the 8th; now