Pullin' a Newman
Ever wonder if you could start a National trend? Maybe I'm thinking too small -- perhaps I should attempt an International PHENOMENON...? Naw, a little ambitious for the moment, let's start with this:
At the moment, I'm flopped out in an overstuffed chair in a coffee house, my laptop burning a radioactive hole in my leg, as I enjoy the freedom of a wireless connection to the internet, and the same ubiquitous, over-earnest, "alternative", folksy-pulp-pop-rock music that is piped through every coffee house, everywhere in the universe. If I wanted to, I could walk up to the counter, hail either the dredlocked, over-pierced barrista-vixen OR the perfectly-sullen, perfectly-tousled, rocker-boy trainee, and order myself a coffee-infused drink -- like a mocha-frappa-lappa-cappu-chai -- and enjoy the very same jitters and over-anxiousness that caffeine-swillers the world over claim to enjoy... however, I have chosen a bottle a water instead.
This got me thinking... nowadays, this is a common cultural occurance. Plenty of people take part in this ritual every day, but what do they call it? Take my buddy, Jonathan Newman (aka "Newman"). Newm does this every day like clockwork -- in fact, if I can't reach him on his home phone, I know he's either:
a. out for a coffee and some webwork (if it's the morning)
OR
b. out for a jog (if it's the afternoon)
And that's when it hits me -- I'm Pullin' a Newman.
Now I don't expect this to catch on immediately, but if you, faithful blog-reader, would just consider, the next time you're going to a coffee house and logging onto the internet, and someone asks what you're doing, you just smile and say-
"I'm Pullin' a Newman."
Eventually, they'll catch on.
You doubt it?
Give it a couple of months... we'll see who has the last laugh.
At the moment, I'm flopped out in an overstuffed chair in a coffee house, my laptop burning a radioactive hole in my leg, as I enjoy the freedom of a wireless connection to the internet, and the same ubiquitous, over-earnest, "alternative", folksy-pulp-pop-rock music that is piped through every coffee house, everywhere in the universe. If I wanted to, I could walk up to the counter, hail either the dredlocked, over-pierced barrista-vixen OR the perfectly-sullen, perfectly-tousled, rocker-boy trainee, and order myself a coffee-infused drink -- like a mocha-frappa-lappa-cappu-chai -- and enjoy the very same jitters and over-anxiousness that caffeine-swillers the world over claim to enjoy... however, I have chosen a bottle a water instead.
This got me thinking... nowadays, this is a common cultural occurance. Plenty of people take part in this ritual every day, but what do they call it? Take my buddy, Jonathan Newman (aka "Newman"). Newm does this every day like clockwork -- in fact, if I can't reach him on his home phone, I know he's either:a. out for a coffee and some webwork (if it's the morning)
OR
b. out for a jog (if it's the afternoon)
And that's when it hits me -- I'm Pullin' a Newman.
Now I don't expect this to catch on immediately, but if you, faithful blog-reader, would just consider, the next time you're going to a coffee house and logging onto the internet, and someone asks what you're doing, you just smile and say-
"I'm Pullin' a Newman."
Eventually, they'll catch on.
You doubt it?
Give it a couple of months... we'll see who has the last laugh.
4 Comments:
well, actually, we'll probably all laugh last because we never thought it would work, and when it does, we'll insecurely laugh at our own doubts. Funny how that works...huh Jim? :-P
but getting Newman's name out there would sure be cool :-)!
The super-sucky thing is that the one-block-away, eclectically-decorated, dimly-lit, struggling-actor-tended, coffee bar pictured in that (oh-so-flattering) picture of my man has CLOSED, leaving us almost high and dry, necessitating a new choice among the 482 coffee shops within a block of our home. Very, very sad.
But I suspect that Newman-ing will survive this setback!
That IS super-sucky. We hatched the details of "Men of Industry" there - I was sure they'd preserve it as a national landmark...
I don't drink coffee-ccino-latte-chai-whoozits, but I'm seriously considering starting just so I can Pull a Newman.
Is'nt this "pullin' a _____" from a Freinds episode?
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