The Second Annual Blarg took place last Saturday night.
Everyone in attendance seemed to have gained some pleasure from this event, and, I gained a bit of insight into what makes us who we are.
NYC bloggers do not make small talk, and every subject is fearlessly trespassed. We are rather a bunch of surgeons-manques, sure of our scalpels and undaunted by social bloodshed. Nothing doesn't fascinate us, so we pay attention to the details of urinals as carefully as we would the separation of Siamese twins. (I do not know why the second one, covered in cardboard, had a picture of an egg-in-grass pasted on it. I think these were at Dick’s Bar. Maybe.)
At one point, I raised lens at blogless-Ken, Paul and Mark. After I examined the dismal first pic,
I lowered the camera and told them a secret I learned at age ten from Debbie Reynolds, speaking on television. When you have your picture taken, do not give in to your natural instinct to screw your face up into a smile. That will always make you look many years older than you actually are. Instead, think “Surprise”. Open your eyes widely, do not raise your eyebrows, and open your mouth with a drop of the jaw.
They acknowledged the instruction, and this second shot demonstrates the truth of what I feel to be the most important lesson of my life.