Cheers
from Old Town. Its 459am and trust me when I tell you that this is gonna be a
big pile of nothin’. As much as I’d love
to be blessed with a couple of hours of playtime to write something that even I
would like to read—alas—I’m buried. Buried and blessed with a flurry of project work and
travel that leaves me no time for focused, curated, artisanal and certainly not
edited…whatever. So this is what I have till I can get back to drafting more
focused impertanalia.
The joy
of writing about things that muster passion and delight becomes the beacon of
hope when one is amidst the drudgery of flogging the keyboard for the man.
I lashed myself to it yesterday and banged out a three thousand and fifty-six word White Paper on Accountable Care Organizations and Diabetes
Quality Measures. I never got dressed. I never left the house and it like to ‘bout killed me. But I had to get it done because
I’ve got a bad habit of eating, paying the three mortgages and bespeaking all
kinds of stuff. Oh and there’s that thing about LFG wanting to go to college
and the rest of the cash-only work that I’ve gotta have done on my jaw.
So let
me just throw some Trad Ivy Tuesday chum in the water and be done with it. And
I suppose there’s no better place to start than GTH togs for 2013. I got an email
from those Greenville North Carolina tumblr guys…Preppy By the Grace of God and
Carolina Style. It seems that Bills Khakis was having a little trunk show down
at the sartorial oasis where these two edgy cats work. And they were wondering
if I might want something from the Bills' 2013 line-up. Folks, it’s still hot
inside the Beltway and I’ve not yet switched my closets over to the corduroy
moleskin toggery for fall 2012. And these cats are throwin 2013 GTH taunts my
way. Plus, I thought Bills was a khaki company—not a purveyor of my kinda
fuzzy.
So I
pounced on one of the paisleys. I’ll leave it to you to guess which one of those swatches will be
transformed into the ADG 2013 GTH statement. And no, I didn’t buy more than one
pair of the paisleys. Oh and before you ask, I ordered the flat-front model...size 33. Yep...a 33 waist...I'm starting to get a little paunchy. Shut up.
And I
did, just to kinda balance things out, jump on a pair of tan linen trousers because lord knows--my tan linen trousers are next to nil. Interestingly, I’ve never bought anything from Bills. I’m aware of them and their quality and
their commitment to producing their goods domestically but this will be a first
for me. Maybe I'll write a damn three thousand and fifty-seven word White Paper on 'em. And I’ve never been to Greenville, North Carolina
but who knows; maybe I’ll run down there and pick these babies up in person.
Ok, let's close it out with Kilim. I'm down to two options for my next Kilim slipper installment. My interest leans obviously towards the brownish fall colors and I'll pull the trigger soon as y'all tell me A or B. Talk to me.
Ok, I gotta go. Onward. Still walking several paces behind.
ADG, II
