Fucking pretentious. Well, that brings back memories. Mark blinks even as Eduardo goes through the rest of his explanation, only catching bits and pieces of it as he ends up replaying their past interactions in his head, in particular a comment about his clothing coming to mind. It's kind of funny to Mark, really. At least, it is right now. The fact that on the day Eduardo decided to talk about hoodies and fuck-you flip-flops, Mark wasn't wearing the former, having donned instead one of the jackets he'd taken from Eduardo's closet one day in winter, when he went over to his best friend's dorm to go on and on about facebook and his ideas but completely forgot to dress appropriately for the weather. He never remembered to return it. It was one of those things that he packed away when preparing to move to Palo Alto, having shoved it into all of his boxes because there's very little that he hates more than packing. It's something that's meant to be quick and dirty, because what's the point of packing things away nicely when they're just going to come out again when one makes it to their destination? It's a time-sink, albeit a necessary one, but the way Mark figures, at the very least it doesn't have to be a big sink.
Anyway.
The point is, the jacket ended up with all of his things, and it only started becoming noticeable to Mark after time spent away from Eduardo, only able to contact him by phone. Because it showed up, like a surprise all its own, one day when Mark reached into his closet hoping to find anything weather-appropriate, having forgotten (this happens a lot) to do his laundry in a timely manner. And ever since, he's noticed it, more and more, until that day when Eduardo was arriving for the meeting, Mark put it on, less to spite Eduardo and more because some part of him had hoped that his actions, though certainly meant to teach Eduardo a lesson and also influenced by Sean's insistence that the other man wasn't good for either Mark or the company, that it would just be enough to shake Eduardo. Make him realize that Mark, he's a force to be reckoned with.
The problem with that conclusion, of course, being that forces to be reckoned with can either be reckoned with, or they can be run away from, and the latter's what applies more to their situation. Sure, Eduardo's come back for the deposition. But in a way, the other man's just run.
His eyes darken a little. "Well, what makes it pretentious isn't the food itself," he points out, because maybe that's what makes his hoodie and flip-flops anything but. He's never really intended for them to be a smack in anyone's face, didn't mean it as any form of disrespect so much as what was simply practical. There's no point in getting himself all trussed up and showing someone who doesn't exist, a Mark Zuckerberg who cares about social norms and niceties and validates them by going along. It's not that he thinks he's better than most everyone else (except in terms of intellect, maybe). "It's the way people dress it up. Sushi wasn't even a big thing in Japan, either, until it caught on here— or well, not here here, but in the States— and suddenly it was cool. Before that, it was just like any other dish. Actually, the places I really like to go are those conveyor belt sushi restaurants, because you eat your fill, it's not all dressed up, it's very efficient and there's no mess, no fuss. Steak can also be pretentious too, you know. Those tiny little... pieces cut in a circle, like anyone cares what the shape of their food is, and drizzled with raspberry sauce, just enough to make it, I don't know. Novel."
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Date: 2011-05-21 01:56 am (UTC)Anyway.
The point is, the jacket ended up with all of his things, and it only started becoming noticeable to Mark after time spent away from Eduardo, only able to contact him by phone. Because it showed up, like a surprise all its own, one day when Mark reached into his closet hoping to find anything weather-appropriate, having forgotten (this happens a lot) to do his laundry in a timely manner. And ever since, he's noticed it, more and more, until that day when Eduardo was arriving for the meeting, Mark put it on, less to spite Eduardo and more because some part of him had hoped that his actions, though certainly meant to teach Eduardo a lesson and also influenced by Sean's insistence that the other man wasn't good for either Mark or the company, that it would just be enough to shake Eduardo. Make him realize that Mark, he's a force to be reckoned with.
The problem with that conclusion, of course, being that forces to be reckoned with can either be reckoned with, or they can be run away from, and the latter's what applies more to their situation. Sure, Eduardo's come back for the deposition. But in a way, the other man's just run.
His eyes darken a little. "Well, what makes it pretentious isn't the food itself," he points out, because maybe that's what makes his hoodie and flip-flops anything but. He's never really intended for them to be a smack in anyone's face, didn't mean it as any form of disrespect so much as what was simply practical. There's no point in getting himself all trussed up and showing someone who doesn't exist, a Mark Zuckerberg who cares about social norms and niceties and validates them by going along. It's not that he thinks he's better than most everyone else (except in terms of intellect, maybe). "It's the way people dress it up. Sushi wasn't even a big thing in Japan, either, until it caught on here— or well, not here here, but in the States— and suddenly it was cool. Before that, it was just like any other dish. Actually, the places I really like to go are those conveyor belt sushi restaurants, because you eat your fill, it's not all dressed up, it's very efficient and there's no mess, no fuss. Steak can also be pretentious too, you know. Those tiny little... pieces cut in a circle, like anyone cares what the shape of their food is, and drizzled with raspberry sauce, just enough to make it, I don't know. Novel."