And Yannis is plural.
Wait, no. Yannis is still single. Independent sources confirm that he is still single, and can be found tonight at . . .
In other news, the visit to Good World (still on Orchard Street) was fun. All present enjoyed themselves. Moves were tried and met with mixed consequences.
Yannis left separately with three or four different women; and yet, despite this triplication (or quadruplication), he was able to maintain his singledom, without recourse or remainder.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Levity Is Single
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Flashback
Yannis, single, meets the absent heroine of this blog at the Money Claw party on Broadway . . .
Blodgett asks if she, the absent heroine, was named perhaps after "that Guido Crepax chick".
Beatrice asks if you're Canadian.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tying Him Up
On October 31, 2007, the previously indisposed heroine of this story, whom no one has seen or heard from for some time, returns by phone to announce that she'll be going back to rehab the next morning.
"It's definitely for the best," she adds. The line crackles. And then: "Can you believe it?"
That same month, Mr. H ends his excellent Giornale Nuovo, begun five years earlier in October 2002.
Meanwhile, at a Halloween party on East 12th Street, a young man known to some at the party (but not to others) is dressed as Genghis Khan, and a woman having a cigarette shows him a pair of handcuffs.
Says the young Genghis Khan: "That's just my size!"
At another party, on Thompson Street in Soho, a second woman with handcuffs expresses an interest in the name Pippy. Later she uses her handcuffs to attach herself to a man wearing an eye patch and they go off together, singing.
Remember what the American psychologist Raymond Chandler said at an international conference in 1952. If you like solving complex math problems in your head, and she likes tying you up with rope in the garage and leaving you there for days, without food or the radio on, then she and you can be happy together. It's that simple.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Episode 3
Yannis is still single, and Valentina has issued a restraining order against the title of this blog. In other news . . .
At his party on Saturday Charles shows how you can use nunchaku effectively in a narrow space. Sean says he's keeping it real. Yannis has gone downstairs.
In the novel Declare by Tim Powers the young hero Andrew Hale confronts a monster in the form of a whirlwind in front of the Brandenburg Gate.
Jing is living in Greenpoint and says hello.
Chrysippus opens his mouth and a chariot falls out, collapsing into several pieces. Each of these pieces then uncollapses into a replica of Chrysippus.
The woman downstairs opens the door for a food delivery.
Charmaine wears purple and takes a taxi. Sean runs home.
It is 29 degrees Farenheit here and much colder in Rochester, New York.
In the film Last Days by Gus Van Sant two members of the Church of Latter Day Saints come to the door of a large house and ring the bell. They are both named Elder Friberg.
Stephen arrives with Paulina from Poland and Francesca from Italia. The assertion that 14 Wooster Street is the location of a party tonight proves false, but Beatrice enjoys the walk.
What is the first thing your remember?
At his party on Saturday Charles shows how you can use nunchaku effectively in a narrow space. Sean says he's keeping it real. Yannis has gone downstairs.
In the novel Declare by Tim Powers the young hero Andrew Hale confronts a monster in the form of a whirlwind in front of the Brandenburg Gate.
Jing is living in Greenpoint and says hello.
Chrysippus opens his mouth and a chariot falls out, collapsing into several pieces. Each of these pieces then uncollapses into a replica of Chrysippus.
The woman downstairs opens the door for a food delivery.
Charmaine wears purple and takes a taxi. Sean runs home.
It is 29 degrees Farenheit here and much colder in Rochester, New York.
In the film Last Days by Gus Van Sant two members of the Church of Latter Day Saints come to the door of a large house and ring the bell. They are both named Elder Friberg.
Stephen arrives with Paulina from Poland and Francesca from Italia. The assertion that 14 Wooster Street is the location of a party tonight proves false, but Beatrice enjoys the walk.
What is the first thing your remember?
Monday, February 18, 2008
Yannis Is Still Single
Yannis is still single. You may ask what that really means. Or you may ask how he came to be single.
For instance, how single is he? Very single or just a little bit?
Bernard Fuster, of the Lower East Side, wants to know if Yannis was always single.
Beatrice wants to know what peanut butter has to do with two spaniels.
Anna Eisler writes from Acapulco, Mexico to say that she has found a large crab in her luggage.
Winnie, of Lake Placid, New York, wants to know if Yannis likes the fantasy novels of Michael Moorcock, and if so can she have his contact information.
Bernard Fuster, again, wants to know if Yannis was always single.
Denis and Lynette, this week of San Diego, California, write to know if this is the same Yannis about whom they have heard so much previously. They add with cheerful sagacity that baby Cadence grows incrementally every day.
The present King of France insists that he is not bald.
Samiha says she doesn't like it when Stanley Cavell writes about film.
Bernard Fuster sends a correction: He has no interest in the singlehood, or singularity, or singleton status, or solitary nature, or anything like that, of Yannis. In fact, he goes on to insist, he has already begun to doubt the very possibility of anyone, ever, being truly and deeply single.
Socrates writes to affirm that interior decorating is no longer his calling. It's raising capital, and just raising capital, and lots of it.
Charmaine wants you to know that she is working on her blog.
In other news . . .
For instance, how single is he? Very single or just a little bit?
Bernard Fuster, of the Lower East Side, wants to know if Yannis was always single.
Beatrice wants to know what peanut butter has to do with two spaniels.
Anna Eisler writes from Acapulco, Mexico to say that she has found a large crab in her luggage.
Winnie, of Lake Placid, New York, wants to know if Yannis likes the fantasy novels of Michael Moorcock, and if so can she have his contact information.
Bernard Fuster, again, wants to know if Yannis was always single.
Denis and Lynette, this week of San Diego, California, write to know if this is the same Yannis about whom they have heard so much previously. They add with cheerful sagacity that baby Cadence grows incrementally every day.
The present King of France insists that he is not bald.
Samiha says she doesn't like it when Stanley Cavell writes about film.
Bernard Fuster sends a correction: He has no interest in the singlehood, or singularity, or singleton status, or solitary nature, or anything like that, of Yannis. In fact, he goes on to insist, he has already begun to doubt the very possibility of anyone, ever, being truly and deeply single.
Socrates writes to affirm that interior decorating is no longer his calling. It's raising capital, and just raising capital, and lots of it.
Charmaine wants you to know that she is working on her blog.
In other news . . .
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Yannis Is Single and You're Sitting in a Boat
Yannis is single.
In other news . . . You’re sitting in a boat with a dentist and a retired firefighter. Two spaniels join you in the boat. They’re hungry and you have a roll and some cheese. The spaniels see the food, or they smell it, and you want to feed them. (They’re cute and look at you with mouths open and eyes wide.) But the roll and the cheese are the only food you have left, and there’s you, and the dentist, and the retired firefighter to feed, and who knows the next time you'll see land.
Okay, let's say you have some peanut butter as well. Or just the peanut butter. You’ve shared the cheese and the roll. Or you never had them to begin with. And you’re hungry, and no one knows how the two spaniels reached the boat, so far away from land. Neither dog looks particularly wet, and the retired firefighter claims they’re not even spaniels. Some other breed?
"What fine teeth they have," says the dentist. Her look tells you she’s just making a joke. "Are you kidding," says the retired firefighter. "I’ve seen better teeth on a dog!" And they both start laughing, and rocking the boat, and some water splashes in and excites one of the spaniels.
So the moral is what? Well, look at how much peanut butter is left! And what happened to the dogs? The dentist and the retired firefighter have calmed their laughter, but the two spaniels are nowhere to be seen.
To be continued.
In other news . . . You’re sitting in a boat with a dentist and a retired firefighter. Two spaniels join you in the boat. They’re hungry and you have a roll and some cheese. The spaniels see the food, or they smell it, and you want to feed them. (They’re cute and look at you with mouths open and eyes wide.) But the roll and the cheese are the only food you have left, and there’s you, and the dentist, and the retired firefighter to feed, and who knows the next time you'll see land.
Okay, let's say you have some peanut butter as well. Or just the peanut butter. You’ve shared the cheese and the roll. Or you never had them to begin with. And you’re hungry, and no one knows how the two spaniels reached the boat, so far away from land. Neither dog looks particularly wet, and the retired firefighter claims they’re not even spaniels. Some other breed?
"What fine teeth they have," says the dentist. Her look tells you she’s just making a joke. "Are you kidding," says the retired firefighter. "I’ve seen better teeth on a dog!" And they both start laughing, and rocking the boat, and some water splashes in and excites one of the spaniels.
So the moral is what? Well, look at how much peanut butter is left! And what happened to the dogs? The dentist and the retired firefighter have calmed their laughter, but the two spaniels are nowhere to be seen.
To be continued.
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