2000-07-16

Little 14 year old diaryland users don't think about what they're going to write in their postings, they just put 'em up there. Lickity - split. And no, i haven't really sat here and pondered on what i could write, to make this *clever*. But I sometimes do. And then of course nothing comes out that's any good. But i do get a kick out of reading the 14 year olds diaries. (ps. i'm not a pedophile)

I'm going to do a theme-oriented post, i've decided. It'll be a series. Every once and a while i'll write about one of my friends (/associates?) Yay. This one's about my friend Scott.

You may recognize W. Scott Osif from yesterday's entry, when we went bar-hopping and dancing. He's a good guy. Scott works in a up - and - coming restaurant in So Ho called the Cub Room. He's a cook. Someday he will probably be a chef, on account of he being so persistent and ruthless in his pursuit of excellence. (Angela Anaconda language, all you Saturday morning cartoon watchers out there, oh, nevermind.)

I went to the same junior high and elementary schools with Scott. The wild part, however, is that we really didn't become friends until college. Like, the first day of college. Old school - mutual friend of ours Pete hooked us up; and it seemed to be one of those immediate friendship things.

"In strange situations, strange things may happen..."

Scott was a "townie," a local to the wierd town that hosted itself to the phenomena of Penn State University. (There was nothing of the town beyond the university, really). We entered our first fall together going to frat parties, getting dr--k, becoming disillusioned by the 'wild party scene'. He lived in the infamous East halls, I lived in the hyper-structured Atherton Hall (scholar dorms). It was a meeting of the souls. Two kids bored by heroics, intimidated by intimidations, uninterested in norms. United by music. Yeah! Usually the rough, heavy kind; or the deep thick kind.

After a lifetime of adventures compressed into four college years, We now reunite in the grand city of New York, mostly by happenstance. Ready to take on the world, or comfort each other when the noise and people pollution becomes too much.

He works hard, and has quickly gained the respect and admiration of all his fellow kitchen staff. Although I'm always loafing around, looking for a great meaning to the work i do, - he's out there creating an actual niche in the world for himself.

We often go around and look at beautiful babies strutting through the streets. Or sitting in nooks and corners of stuffy bars. And where ever there are babies, there you just may find us, Scott and I, debating over whether we should talk to them or not.

Scott is a big fan of (in no particular order):

Queens of the Stone Age, Kyuss

Hayden,

Lotion,

Girls vs. Boys,

the Verve (way before that 'bittersweet symphony' song)

(not that that matters),

Underworld,

Marilyn Manson,

tool,

failure

and many other good stuff.

He has influenced me with his taste in music. And with his maturity in a wide range of subjects, the most important being that of living.

i love you scott.

cheers.