Current mood: melancholy
...NYC is not as cold as Toronto, BUT in Toronto you can more or less count on the fact that the building you are in has been insulated. For my NYC friends, insulation is material, usually some kind of synthetic fiber, or styrofoam board, that prevents the transfer of heat from indoors to out doors.
Speaking of indoor heat, I am now certain the entire NYC home heating industry is a scam run by a little green elf who lives somewhere in the basement of the old Tamani Hall building near Union Square Park [Across from the W Hotel]. Oh, and can someone please tell my neighbors that if your shower takes more than a half an hour [mine generally take 2 minutes and 37 seconds], if they take more than a half hour, well they better be washing the back hair of each one the migrant Mexican workers who seem to pour off the G train each morning at 7:00am... Oh, and speaking of back hairs. Will you please stop slurping your coffee, really it's NOT that hot, AND frick, I've heard you complain more than once that it always too damned cold.
Tonight, I curl up on my couch, turn down the lights a bit, mix up a whopper of a JD&C, read a few pages of my book, flick on the tube. If you'd like to join, by all means, the sweat exchange of body heat is always welcome.
Those with uncleaned, or braided back hair need not apply.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Monday, January 24, 2005
All covered in blank...
Current mood: blank
Outside of maybe two maybe three hours of fun and frolic; helping shovel the walk out front of the corner bar; making a snow angel out on the shore of Huron Beach; wandering a few streets in and around the home 'hood; this weekends snowfall became a drag quickly. New York is the wrong place to put snow... It's not even 24 hours old and it's already mostly brown with a few patches of yellow, red heck I even saw an azure blue pile on the way to the office today.
Of course, getting to the office has now become an even more unbearable task than last week. The task of climbing the moguls at the end of every block, curse the assholes who didn't take the time yesterday to shovel out the walk in front of their vacant building. More so curse the pee-for-brained thoughtless mo-fuckers who think that a one shovel widthed poorly shoveled path would make an adequate passageway passed their crap ass store. Every winter I try to make a mental note of who does a good or bad job each winter, trying to make a list for where and where not to shop, I really should start carrying a pen...
Covered in blank... Here we are for what looks like a good couple of weeks of this inconvenience. I'm actually hoping that the pissed-offedness stirs up my otherwise completely flat emotional cycle these days, I do have some pretty significant uses for emotions these days. I have some pretty hefty emotional projects I'd like to move forward on a bit more quickly. More days like yesterday, more days like a large chuck of last week, and I'm going to find myself stalled out, blank days can easily lead to more blank days. Maybe if I slip on the ice in front of some lazy pigs shop, the curses I shout out will spring loose some happy love nugget trapped under this big pile of brown, yellow, red and azure crap that's covering my thoughts these days...
On the other hand, maybe I just need a good hug.
Outside of maybe two maybe three hours of fun and frolic; helping shovel the walk out front of the corner bar; making a snow angel out on the shore of Huron Beach; wandering a few streets in and around the home 'hood; this weekends snowfall became a drag quickly. New York is the wrong place to put snow... It's not even 24 hours old and it's already mostly brown with a few patches of yellow, red heck I even saw an azure blue pile on the way to the office today.
Of course, getting to the office has now become an even more unbearable task than last week. The task of climbing the moguls at the end of every block, curse the assholes who didn't take the time yesterday to shovel out the walk in front of their vacant building. More so curse the pee-for-brained thoughtless mo-fuckers who think that a one shovel widthed poorly shoveled path would make an adequate passageway passed their crap ass store. Every winter I try to make a mental note of who does a good or bad job each winter, trying to make a list for where and where not to shop, I really should start carrying a pen...
Covered in blank... Here we are for what looks like a good couple of weeks of this inconvenience. I'm actually hoping that the pissed-offedness stirs up my otherwise completely flat emotional cycle these days, I do have some pretty significant uses for emotions these days. I have some pretty hefty emotional projects I'd like to move forward on a bit more quickly. More days like yesterday, more days like a large chuck of last week, and I'm going to find myself stalled out, blank days can easily lead to more blank days. Maybe if I slip on the ice in front of some lazy pigs shop, the curses I shout out will spring loose some happy love nugget trapped under this big pile of brown, yellow, red and azure crap that's covering my thoughts these days...
On the other hand, maybe I just need a good hug.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
We eat cold eel and think distant thoughts....
Current mood: baffled
Good ol' PBS, good ol' Ken Burns... This was an answer Jack Johnson gave to a reporter, or someone when asked what he thought it was that attracted white women to black men...
"We eat cold eel and think distant thoughts...."
I am beginning to obsess over this quote as, it really is a perfect reply to the question. Plus, it's just a really cool thing to say. Obviously, there will be some ramifications if I choose to dwell on this for too long. I'm hoping these ramifications will, in the end, be positive for all of us.
Good ol' PBS, good ol' Ken Burns... This was an answer Jack Johnson gave to a reporter, or someone when asked what he thought it was that attracted white women to black men...
"We eat cold eel and think distant thoughts...."
I am beginning to obsess over this quote as, it really is a perfect reply to the question. Plus, it's just a really cool thing to say. Obviously, there will be some ramifications if I choose to dwell on this for too long. I'm hoping these ramifications will, in the end, be positive for all of us.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Life in a Single Guy's... A New Bridge
Current mood: cheerful
Walked over a new bridge this weekend. The view from this particular bridge was quite nice, and it looks as though the neighborhood it lets you out into is going to be pretty entertaining and quite interesting. Looking forward to walking it's twisted winding streets... I'm almost certain there'll be a few dead ends and some blind alleys with hidden monsters, but hey, that's what makes walking over these bridges such a frikin' hoot.
Walked over a new bridge this weekend. The view from this particular bridge was quite nice, and it looks as though the neighborhood it lets you out into is going to be pretty entertaining and quite interesting. Looking forward to walking it's twisted winding streets... I'm almost certain there'll be a few dead ends and some blind alleys with hidden monsters, but hey, that's what makes walking over these bridges such a frikin' hoot.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Life... an inexcusable rump...
Current mood: amused
The interesting thing, now that most of the shit has been difused, this, mostly because 80 percent of the garbage has been removed, is, well is... I'm an idiot who is going to have to learn all this silly stuff over again.
I didn't learn it after Darcy, whilst in my mere twenties... basically resulting in two years where I essentially saved up enough, you know, jizz to shampoo a small brown bear... After Michele, well I learned it way too quickly, somewhat misspent it, and then basically ended up with... oh, that's just nasty...
Anyhow, recently I remembered, you gotta listen... fool... FOoL you gotta listen... But ya know what... AND I will come back to this...
At this point, I am rip roarin' ready to just say what the hell. A cardboard box on the mud ensconced banks of some god foresakeng mountain side near Panacachelle, in Guatamala aint that big a bad a resting point... AND maybe, just maybe, IF I don't relearn it... a monastic, hermit like life probably aint that bad either... well, OK, yes it would be bad, and I am rationalizing...
G, you will relearn... bikes only have but two wheels...
Feet on the pedals, pump, spin and sweat... pure glistening sweat [if that is actually how you spell sweat]
xo :-)
The interesting thing, now that most of the shit has been difused, this, mostly because 80 percent of the garbage has been removed, is, well is... I'm an idiot who is going to have to learn all this silly stuff over again.
I didn't learn it after Darcy, whilst in my mere twenties... basically resulting in two years where I essentially saved up enough, you know, jizz to shampoo a small brown bear... After Michele, well I learned it way too quickly, somewhat misspent it, and then basically ended up with... oh, that's just nasty...
Anyhow, recently I remembered, you gotta listen... fool... FOoL you gotta listen... But ya know what... AND I will come back to this...
At this point, I am rip roarin' ready to just say what the hell. A cardboard box on the mud ensconced banks of some god foresakeng mountain side near Panacachelle, in Guatamala aint that big a bad a resting point... AND maybe, just maybe, IF I don't relearn it... a monastic, hermit like life probably aint that bad either... well, OK, yes it would be bad, and I am rationalizing...
G, you will relearn... bikes only have but two wheels...
Feet on the pedals, pump, spin and sweat... pure glistening sweat [if that is actually how you spell sweat]
xo :-)
Life in a Single Guy's... Pad - Waking up to Paid TV Programming
I have returned to my old bad habits... OK, not all of them. The worst is falling asleep to the TV most every night. To say the least, my dreams have been quite interesting. This morning around 3:00am I awoke to a dream where I was in a job interview, the interviewer asked me who my favorite Marketer was, to which I replied Ron Popiel... no joke. What made it weider was that while on the way to this interview, I was atacked by a small aligator, and had just managed to uncurl it's tight grip on my entire body just as the interview began. The interviewer appeared to take no interest or concern in this...
As a side note, if you need to reach me after work, you can call me between 7:00pm and 11:00pm, or between 3:00am and 4:00am... I generally get up around 6:00/6:30am. If you see my aligator, his name is Fernando.
Thank You
As a side note, if you need to reach me after work, you can call me between 7:00pm and 11:00pm, or between 3:00am and 4:00am... I generally get up around 6:00/6:30am. If you see my aligator, his name is Fernando.
Thank You
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Life in a Single Guy's... Pad - The Smell is Still There
Current mood: blah
Well, best intentions... Events on the weekend conspired against my desire to clean my home. Oh well, it's not as if anyone is watching. Tonight, I will go home early and throw out all the smelly stinky garbage. Should be a few dozen bags.
Anyhow, why would anyone care...
[note to self, re-read this when you get home tonight]
Well, best intentions... Events on the weekend conspired against my desire to clean my home. Oh well, it's not as if anyone is watching. Tonight, I will go home early and throw out all the smelly stinky garbage. Should be a few dozen bags.
Anyhow, why would anyone care...
[note to self, re-read this when you get home tonight]
Sunday, January 09, 2005
OMD... Message, the message, I am old
Somehow, I've ended up ripping an old OMD CD at quarter to eleven on a Sunday on the week that my 30 something year old girlfren left me alone here in my stinking fuckin apartment...
A way way back, way back when I left my parents house, lets say 1980... The first band I saw in my new home of Toronto, the first place I lived alone as a so called adult... was OMD at the Masonic Temple. Folks this was 24 years ago. How old were you 24 years ago? How old, you stupid little shit? [Sorry, I do love you... you little shit]
I am old... I am alone...
Cool, eh
I've been her so many fucking times...
Darcy, Michele... My folks, my pals, my peers, are the tweeners you do not know about, the completely lost genration... the generation whose life was sucked out of them by those fucking boomers... who have to put up with shit for brained kids who think Greenday is fucking punk, hell! even I missed punk... God bless me and my useless, burnt out old failure friends. AND fuck you and your god damned hope!
CYA...
Peace... yours truley, your toothless burnt out freind
God, please find me a woman, 'cause I am really really sick of you frikin GIRLS!
A way way back, way back when I left my parents house, lets say 1980... The first band I saw in my new home of Toronto, the first place I lived alone as a so called adult... was OMD at the Masonic Temple. Folks this was 24 years ago. How old were you 24 years ago? How old, you stupid little shit? [Sorry, I do love you... you little shit]
I am old... I am alone...
Cool, eh
I've been her so many fucking times...
Darcy, Michele... My folks, my pals, my peers, are the tweeners you do not know about, the completely lost genration... the generation whose life was sucked out of them by those fucking boomers... who have to put up with shit for brained kids who think Greenday is fucking punk, hell! even I missed punk... God bless me and my useless, burnt out old failure friends. AND fuck you and your god damned hope!
CYA...
Peace... yours truley, your toothless burnt out freind
God, please find me a woman, 'cause I am really really sick of you frikin GIRLS!
Friday, January 07, 2005
Lifie in a Single Guy's... Pad - Day TWO/THREE
Current mood: apathetic
Cleaning continues, I'm expecting the place to be completely cleaned and de-smelled by Saturday night! As for the adjusting to solo living, well... OK, yes, I leave the TV on all night... Woke up this morning to the wierdest episode of Ponderosa I'd every seen.
So far the coolest thing about the place is the echo.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Life in a Single Guy's... Pad - Day ONE
Current mood: bouncy
For my young dude like friends... Pad = Apartment.
So, I woke up to day one in the single guys apartment. Cigarette butts all over the floor, half drunken beer cans strewn about the place. It's as if she literally just dumped all the crap off the top of every piece of furnture she moved onto the floor. And, oh by the way, it was pretty much every piece of furniture.
OK, before that sounds bitchy, we'd agreed she'd take almost everything, as I want nothing... also, hey I was mostly responsible for the top of every piece of furniture being covered in junk.
So, now the clean up begins... the construction of the Zen Palace is upon us. GoGo's fortress of solitude, the empty sky in the whole of my soul... The place to be, is defined, ready and set for unveiling... in about a week.
It will be a slow unveiling, as although, I do like and want visitors, there may not be many places to sit... at my pad. I'll have to have you over in groups of 2 or 3. Of course, if you come alone, you may be taking a bigger risk than you think. Rumor is, I'm nutz.
Day One: Woke up late, tired and sad... swept a bit, moved a couch [my new bed], and the TV. Swept some more, gave up and left for work... Happy. I like to sweep.
For my young dude like friends... Pad = Apartment.
So, I woke up to day one in the single guys apartment. Cigarette butts all over the floor, half drunken beer cans strewn about the place. It's as if she literally just dumped all the crap off the top of every piece of furnture she moved onto the floor. And, oh by the way, it was pretty much every piece of furniture.
OK, before that sounds bitchy, we'd agreed she'd take almost everything, as I want nothing... also, hey I was mostly responsible for the top of every piece of furniture being covered in junk.
So, now the clean up begins... the construction of the Zen Palace is upon us. GoGo's fortress of solitude, the empty sky in the whole of my soul... The place to be, is defined, ready and set for unveiling... in about a week.
It will be a slow unveiling, as although, I do like and want visitors, there may not be many places to sit... at my pad. I'll have to have you over in groups of 2 or 3. Of course, if you come alone, you may be taking a bigger risk than you think. Rumor is, I'm nutz.
Day One: Woke up late, tired and sad... swept a bit, moved a couch [my new bed], and the TV. Swept some more, gave up and left for work... Happy. I like to sweep.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Day 21 or so... The Hectic Week Begins
I will go home tonight and attempt to do some final packing. There's a tinge of saddness around all this, I will reserve any further comment until Wednesday.
It's 2005... whatever that means.
It's 2005... whatever that means.
