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Advice Location: home getting ready to leave Mood: still sore Music: used to think I had to change the way I am  NYC's expensive but my friends and I've been here so long that we know where to go when the scratch's barely there - or non-existant. Take Curry Row for example; just wrote about it for an LJ Group I read. There, for about $9, including tax and tip, you don't gotta unwrap or open your food, cloth napkins, and silverware madea some kinda metal. Every place's got a joint like this, yeah? Where's your goto place for cheap decent eats? Anywho, met up with a buddy of mine still smarting over the loss of his girlie. Always preface any advice I give with, "Could be wrong, but doncha think..." Cause, really, what do I know? On that point, irritated cause someone gave advice to a buddy of mine that wasn't just wrong; it woulda seriously made him sick cause it woulda resulted in him eating undercooked chicken. Advice's usually worth crap. Cause people usually give it, feel good about themselves, and go on their merry way. The listener of said advice hasta deal with the consequences. If you're not sure, don't say anything or at least say, "Could be wrong, but dontcha think..." Say whatcha want about my profession - a lawyer's just not permitted to give BS advice. He's got a duty to say either, "I don't know," or risk his license. It's that lawyer in me that has to document every claim I make - like in this blog with alla my ridiculous links. Annoying, yes, but feel I gotta. Whenever y'take any advice, always ask if the person's just giving it cause they wanna or if they actually know what they're talking about. ---------- Administrative note: Not gonna be publishing for a week. Tell y'about it March 16th - cya then? Read this review I wrote in the meanwhile. YASYCTAI: Tell me where y'go for good, decent food. (5 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: discussion  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, March 02, 2010 | |
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Fame Location: heading to Queens Mood: sore Music: baby The fame, fame Isn't it a shame, shame baby  A dude I met once with Sheridan was in alla papers cause he stole alla this dough. As a by-product of my out-and-about-ness, meet a lotta people that're marginally famous in my little city. The desire to get famous for no reason at all's odd to me. S'one thing to be famous for doing something particularly good, quite another for doing something shady, yet another again for doing nuthin really at all. My buddy Bryson's also in the papers a lot lately. Well, not him per se, but his work product; he's onea the lead people working on the Roosevelt Island project in the city papers. It's parta the reason we had to hit Roosevelt Island together this past summer. Said a number a times before, in addition to being an insanely talented architect, he's also a lethal man in the ring. I'm only lethal if the other guy laughs himself to death seeing that he's gonna fight me. Gotta be better to be well-respected than famous, dontcha think? And even more so if it's for two completely different things. Or is that just me these days? As an aside, like to tell myself that somea my pictures're part of the tram project. Which is probably only true in my head but, eh, like always, it's my head. YASYCTAI: What your small goal this week? (5 mins/1 pt) Labels: friends Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, February 25, 2010 | |
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The Acquisition of Knowledge Location: in the heart of snow Mood: still @#$@#$ sick Music: I be the same when it all goes up I be the same when it all goes down Was wondering why this song - which rocks - didn't get much airplay. Then I saw the video. Least it's a good song. ---------- Always kinda surprised by the people that marry their high school sweethearts. If I married my high school/college girlfriend, woulda had one totally miserable person here in NYC. I wouldn'tve been too happy either. People go through massive changes from 15-21, again at 25-30, and once again at 30. The issue arises when one person changes one way and the other, another. Elizabeth Gilbert said it best, Marriage is not a game for the young. Janeane Garofalo said someth'n like, imagine being married to the person who's sole qualification was that they had the locker next to yours. Been having a series of parallel conversations with three different people. Alla them're very prouda the fact that they're the same person as they were in the past. But suppose y'believe the earth is flat. And despite all evidence to the contrary, your answer's that you've always believed the world's flat and that's just how it's gonna be. (Insert your favourite George W. Bush joke here) Said once that being grateful is the key to not being broken. Lemme add the coda that it's also a willingness to say, OK, tell me why you think I'm wrong. Put another way, why should the beliefs of a 16-year-old - when my buddy decided on something - rule the mind of a 35 year-old, his age now? Are you better or worse if y'can say, I value the acquisition of knowledge above all else? On yet another related point, become a man without a political party. The choice seems to be between a group enamored of their own ignorance and another inhibited by their own incompetence. Gonna write in my mom as a candidate next year; if nuthin else, she'll stay until the job gets done and save taxpayer money by bringing her own coffee. YASYCTAI: Consider the data. (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: choices, discussion, quote Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010 | |
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Play the game Location: heading to see the accountant Mood: still sick Music: get knocked down, but I get up again  Her: What happened to you?! Me: (holding arm) Fencing. Her: You're 36, why don't you learn to knit? Falling apart. Sick and, for some reason, my wrist's in excruciating pain. Don't recall doing anything to it. S'a bit sad; my skills're better than they've ever been (which is, admittedly, not saying much). But my body's betraying me. Injuries take forever to heal, my stamina's crap, my reflexes're non-existent. While I was bad before, I'm terrible now. Thankfully, the reality's that I'll never actually ever get into a real fight. Some'll find it silly, prepping for something that'll never come. But there're things that it teaches you that other things don't. Firsta all, movie stuff 's movie stuff. Real violence's nasty, smelly, and...drippy. Y'want no parta it, lemme tell ya. Fight Club? That was written by a dude that's never been in a fight in his life. But it also teaches you how t'play And, without sounding all Hallmark-y, it teaches y'to get up when someone's trying his darndest - like for serious - to beat y'down. That's something. Just as the runner who runs though there's nuthing to run for or run to, or the mountain-climber that climbs a big-ass rock just cause he can, I do it cause I dunno how to do anything else. So I put on a ridiculous outfit, pop in the mouth guard, and pray that my insurance's paid up this month. Her: What happened now?! Me: (limping) Wrestling. Her: What about yoga? YASYCTAI: Hit the gym. It's one-thirda your life. (60 mins/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Thursday, February 18, 2010 | |
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Time¬=Money; Time>Money Location: in bed Mood: sick Music: with you I'm having a good time I don't mind  To add to the lista things that have the air of truth to them but no truth at all, lemme give you one I particularly despise: Time Equals Money. A buddya mine put up this thing quoting just that and it reminded me that that's gotta be onea the stupidest beliefs a body could hold. Time is so much more valuable than money. Money, you can make and spend; time you can only spend. Put another way, if given X years to live, how much would you pay for one more year? Any idiot can make a buck. But in 432,329,886,000,000,000 seconds, no one's figured out how to make an extra second for themselves. Working at jobs y'hate, to buy things y'don't need, to impress those y'don't know. That's crazy. So, if given the chance to make an extra $1,000 or go see your grandma, go see your grandma. I didn't and I gotta live with that for alla the seconds I got left. ---------- Sick again. Y'know the drill, please send soup. YASYCTAI: At least give her a call. (10 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: discussion, quote Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010 | |
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Perfect Week Location: surrounded by computer bits Mood: anxious Music: every time I snap my fingers, I switch back into the light  Slipped outta an office this past Friday for drinks with the fellas. On the train, a girlie reads the page I'm on over my shoulder. When I'm done, without a word, hand it over to her and her dude. Her boy makes a comment about the station so I ask them if they're from around the way. Him: (laughs) Yeah. Just kinda hard to see the station names. Me: The next stop's Astor. Him: Thanks. (pause) Hey, did y'get to the TV reviews yet? Me: Coming up. (turn pages) Her: That's you! (excitedly pointing) Him (grinning sheepishly) Yeah, that's me. I got a new show out called, How to make it in America. Me: No kidd'n! My girl and I were just talking about it. That's you? (peer at the picture). Her: Yes, he's Ian Edelman. Him: (laughs) Me: Niiice. I'll watch it. Him: Willya? That'd be great. I'd really appreciate it. Me: You got it, man. Sunday, right? Him: Sunday. Yeah, I hope you watch it. He's a native New Yorker. Gotta tell you, the jerks I meet're usually not natives. They're usually someone from Nowheresville trying to prove something. Natives, we got nuthin to prove. Sure, that's a blanket prejudice but it's what I've seen. Anyhow, super nice fella. Didn't seem the least bit fake and sounded hopeful that ---------- Met up with Paul and WM afterward. WM almost had the perfect week; Paul, the opposite. Given enough time, y'get to see your friends hit their highs and lows. Ecclesiastics 9:11 goes, time and chance happeneth to them all. Yep. Stumbled home and saw the girl on St. Vals, when we ordered in and watched Public Enemies. Saw the rents for Chinese New Year and got my fill of some home cooking. Maybe not the perfect week per WM but my kinda week: family, friends, girl, and a good story to tell. YASYCTAI: Organize your picture files (hours/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, February 11, 2010 | |
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A semi-clean map Location: 20 mins ago, outside shoveling Mood: hot Music: It's hard to free the ones you love  As I once said, all emotional pain comes when your expectation of reality doesn't match reality. A guy who knows his wife's cheating on him regularly isn't all that twisted when he catches them in the act, cause he was prepared for it. So my buddy in the last entry's having a hard time dealing with his breakup. Makes sense - breakups're hard. This whole blog came about from my last major breakup. But to make it easier - the pain that is - I changed my map of the world. Imagine y'had the job of erasing the word "Broadway" from every map you got. That's a tough task. And when you're done, the faint lines of the word'sre still there. But it's gone for the most part. Dunno if y'know this, but I paid for law school fixing computers and networks. A computer doesn't actually read a whole harddrive to find the data it wants, it has a map, a table of contents, that lists every file it has. When you want a file, it looks it up on the map, goes to where it is, and pulls it out. When it deletes a file, all it does is erase that one line on its map. The file's still there, it just doesn't know it. When you wanna get a file back, you can sometimes cause it can figure out what on the map's changed. My buddy won't erase his map. I don't blame him. It's heartbreaking and hard. But Broadway's gone. He's gotta scrub his map. If she comes back, that's great, the faint lines'll be there and he's got a semi-clean map ready for her. If she doesn't, well, he's still got a semi-clean map to work with. Either way, a semi-clean map's a good thing. Only the stalker and the starkers say that Broadway's there when it's not. YASYCTAI: Shovel. (60 mins/.05 pts) Labels: discussion, ex-girlfriend, friends, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 | |
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The Debt and the Deuce Location: yest, Malachy's on 72nd Mood: completely lit Music: now we ain't wastin' time no more cause time rolls by  Me: Man, I'm lit. Think we each had a pitchera beer and three glassesa rum. Him: (nodding) Did I do the right thing? Me: Y'know, whether or not you believe in the Bible, the concept's relevant here. Say y'owe me a thousand bucks. And I tell you the debt's forgiven. But you show up one day showing off your iPhone. Even if I don't wanna, I'm thinking, This #@#$@ owes me one grand. How does he have money to buy an iPhone? And if I invite y'out to eat, you're thinking, Ah, I don't wanna, he's just trying to rub it in my face that I don't got no dough. Even if I'm not. Him: (nodding) So I did the right thing. Me: (sighing) She broke the trust pact. Let's say she worked late one night - even if she was being honest, you'd think, Is she really working late, or is something else going on? Y'did the right thing - for botha you. It's why I left my girl. Not just for me but for her too. Him: Still hard though. Me: Not say'n it isn't. Just saying that someone's gotta pay the debt, man. Sucks it's you, but there y'go. (laughing) Look, when I broke up with my ex, my buddy Rick swapped out her number with his own just in case I caved and called her. Want me to do the same? Him: (grinning) Maybe. Most times, it's best to throw the deuce, say Peace out, and cut it deep, cut it quick, and cut it clean. Cause it's better to be the star of your own movie, than have a cameo in someone else's. YASYCTAI: Cut it quick. Cut it clean. (1 min/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, friends, goodbye, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, February 04, 2010 | |
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Where life takes you Location: on way to Yonkers Mood: busy Music: with lovers and friends I still can recall  A buddy I've not seen in a bit came by the other day. We went out for a walk and randomly a frienda his invited him over to eat. So he invited me. Next thing you know we're on a cab heading west and sitting in some girl's kitchen having some hommade jook and I'm moving a cello and he's hanging a tapestry. Funny where the day takes you sometimes. ---------- Katsmw: Logan, I've told you this several times before! Me: Sorry - most of the 90s and the first half of the 2000s were a blur to me. Her: Why is that? Me: My insomnia. Once I started sleeping well a few days in a row, it was like putting on glasses and seeing clearly. Had some other friends over last night; an old college buddy and his wife. Made a roasted rack of lamb, potatoes, salad with blue cheese and cranberries rounded off with some gluhwein. Afterward, played some Scattergories (lost one round and tied one round) and introduced him to the wonderful worlda rum. At some point, y'sit around and chat about stories in college. Like how my buddy would come back from a hard run and then have a cigarette. He's since quit. 17 years I've known the fella. It's nice seeing how things change with old friends. And how much things stay the same. Me: (dropping carving knife onto floor) YIKES! Everyone: Whoa! Her: That could have cut off your toe! Him: It fell into his lap first (laughing) so a toe woulda been the least of his problems. YASYCTAI: Time for some dinner guests. (180 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 02, 2010 | |
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Showing up Location: my desk Mood: hungry Music: life's too short for me to stop Oh baby  Him: You sound like a nice guy. I'd hate to have to bring you to court. Me: I am a nice a guy. I'd hate to have to meet you in court. Him: My lawyer's a professor of law at Columbia. She'll tear you apart. Me: She's just another lawyer. I'm something she's not. Him: What's that? Me: I'm right. See you in court. (hang up phone) Since I wanna keep somea my private life private, didn't tell you that I was in another lawsuit. If the past three years have taught me anything, it's that most people're a lotta talk. But Woody Allen once said that Eighty percent of success is showing up. So I showed up. It just finished. Won't get inna details but it ended up a lot more my way than his. ---------- Had my date with my lady. Ended up playing boardgames at my fave local dive bar - they got candy at every table, lotsa boardgames and few meatheads. My kinda joint. Been running about, ever in pursuit of scratch. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Nice though, not having to run the show. Not saying I'd never run my own company again, but am saying that it'll be a while before I do it again. Just signed up for onea those rent-a-car-by-the-hour programs cause I hadta sell my whip. The inexorable marcha time. Suppose 36's as good an age as any to grow up. Kinda. Her: Why won't this work?! Me: Lemme see. (condescendingly) Honey, you put in the battery in the wrong way. Her: Oh yeah? Well, at least I didn't put on my pants backwards. Me: (looking down) Her: Shyeah...put that in your blog. (laughs) Me: (muttering) Dammit... YASYCTAI: Find more uses for sauerkraut. (60 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, January 28, 2010 | |
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What she has to put up with Location: my desk Mood: frick'n tired Music: make me work so we can work it out  Two months ago. Her: Hey...have you noticed a funny smell here? Me: Hmmm, I'm not sure. I did start making sauerkraut last week though. Her: Where? Me: Here. (pointing) In my bedroom. Her: Oh - that's got to go. Me: Where'm I gonna put it?! Her: Don't know, but it's not staying on the floor in your room. Me: (grumble) This week. Me: Hey, I think my sauerkraut's ready, want some? Her: No. Me: More for me then. ----------Me: So what do you wanna to do? Her: Let's go on a date - all we ever do these days is sit around and frick'n yell at each other.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010 | |
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Make it alright Location: a light green couch Mood: wired Music: Same birds that followed me to school When I was young The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher. You are unlucky so I may know that I am not. Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance. Yesterday you were better off than you are today, but it took today for you to realize it. But... today has arrived, and it's too late, you see? So another kid - a girl - killed herself causea cyberbullying. Do y'know about Lori Drew, the 47-woman that convinced this 13 year old girl into hanging herself? She got off cause the laws never thought that a bored housewife'd torment a kid to death just for kicks over wire. Always wondered what kinda douchebag y'gotta be to torment someone just cause y'wanna and then hide behind a computer screen or cell phone. It's a bitter thing to read cause I've lived almost three times longer than her and still feel like I'm a kid. Wish y'waited. Cause y'grow up and wonder why people you barely remember ever affected you so much. Then they find you on some social-networking site and y'think, "Man, they look terrible!" and start to believe in karma but then change your mind. Maybe that's just me. Honestly wonder what people like Lori Drew tell themselves to make it alright for them to sleep at night. Like to know, cause man, I could use the rest. ---------- On a positive tech note, pretty jazzed that as many people gave as much as they did to Haiti via text - something like $30 million in just a few weeks. Didja know that Americans gave $1.8 billion to the Asian tsuanmi? I say the measure of a society's humanity's how they take carea those not as lucky. Yet another reason I love this joint. YASYCTAI: The next time you're angry, write Lori an letter. So rarely's someone so deserving. (15 mins/1 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: discussion, quote, rant, waiting Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Thursday, January 21, 2010 | |
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Making, Moving or Thinking Location: in fronta three glowing things again Mood: busy Music: don't wanna be damned, oh, hell  Me: Can't speak for you but I spend 80-90% of my waking hours in fronta something that glows. Her: What? Me: The times I'm not in fronta something that glows - a phone, ipod, television, computer screen, camera screen - is vastly outnumbered by the times that I am. In the last entry, told you that I had dinner with a buddy. During that dinner, mentioned this change in the law and how it affects ISPs. He's a reporter and he actually wrote an article about it this week and he just told me that it's their top tech/legal story. Unfortunately, I'm not permitted to discuss the matter. But it's strange reading your own words as an anonymous contributor to a decent-sized story. Speakinga dinners, had dinner with someone else this week and I mentioned this quote by David Allen. Said that 50 years ago, 80% of us made our living by making or moving something. Y'knew when the job was done when there was nuthin left to make or move. Now, something like 90% of us think for work. Or try to look like we're thinking. Point being that, it's harder to know how to do the job and when the job's done without having a final work product. Like if I write a legal memo, the thinking never ends. Guess that's why I like fencing or wrestling - cause, y'know right away if y'got the job done or not. There's a definitiveness that I don't get anywhere else. So despite bein old'n creaky, get up every few days for some kid to beat the snot outta me. In related news, I'm outta ibuprofen. YASYCTAI: See if there's a kali school near you. Y'might like it. (45 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Fatty of my own Location: three blocks away Mood: stuffed Music: Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized  Walked down to Times Square from the UWS to catch the da Vinci exhibit. That's a whole entry there but just lemme say that: (a) there was a time when religion, science, and art went together and (b) it strikes me as really strange that the same country that gave us da Vinci gave us the people on the Jersey Shore. Speakinga giving us people, Bryson came by with his fatty today and she was the cutest thing. Make's me think about having a kid myself. Then again, can barely take carea George and Harold. Still, think all guys start thinking about cranking out a few rug rats roundabout this time. As I told you before, Bryson's no joke - took the bronze at the Pan-Americans. But something about a kid mellows a fella out. Cooked him up some wings and we kicked back a beer as she drooled happily all over him. Then had dinner with a buddy that owns this jaw-dropping 4,400 SF pad and four kids a few blocks from me. It's cool, seeing your friends become men. Like I said, maybe I'll get a fatty of my own some day. YASYCTAI: Remember MLK; text HAITI to 90999. (2 mins/1 pt) Labels: another entry, family, george, harold, MLK Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Haiti/Pat, you viper Location: in front of a busted HD Mood: still annoyed Music: baby stay with me, I love it  If y'read the bible, you'll see that Jesus only got pissed - seriously pissed - with one group, the Pharisees. They were the religious elite, the ones who looked down on those that weren't doing the willa God. They said who was good and evil. And he said to them, You're nuthin but snakes and the childrena snakes. And you're going to hell. This isn't a religious entry, just an observation of many of the world's holy - irrespective of religion. Which brings me to Pat Robertson saying that Haiti's paying fora "pact to the devil." Pat, you self-righteous SOB:
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Bully/I remember you Location: a block away Mood: indignant Music: Somewhere inside my childhood I missed  Was recently mocked for being a 36 year-old man that carries the baggage of his 17 year-old self. Probably true. Heard on the news that the woman that Roman Polanski raped when she was a child forgives him. Wonder what the child versiona her woulda thought. There's this line in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn that says of kids tormenting other kids, exactly as they themselves were, They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted. To paraphrase my friend Somena, the hard parta life's knowing mucha your past to bring with you inna your future. Enough so that you're better for it, not so much that it hollows y'out. Finally realized why I detest Heartgirl's creepy friend, Shawn. Cause he's a minority and, I suspect, probably a geek as a kid. And we minority geeks are bullied in the most spectacular fashion. Emmy award winning. Yet he's learned nothing from it. Never did tell you what happened, did I? Without her knowing, he picked up HG's phone and randomly dialed numbers to make them think that HG was calling. And when they'd pick up, he'd essentially just laugh at them for thinking a pretty girl would call them. Recall saying to him, Not sure y'know who I am. Guessing he didn't think I'd end up her boyfriend. He's awfully brave for someone on the phone. Told him I hoped that he'd get the opportunity to say to my face what he said on the phone. And of course, he'll say what they all say, I was drunk, I was kidding, blah-blah-blah. Funny - been hammered enough times, and yet not once did I turn inna a lout. Still, justa refresh his memory - and cause he just happened to move a block from me - he's said I'm not a man. And he'd show me what a real man's like. OK, I'm in. Cause an old bully's the worst kind; the kind that's taken nonea his torment with him. Evidently, the socially correct way to deal with this typea situation is to justa let it slide. Not mention it again. As luck would have it, never had many friends growing up so I never learned that. Look, can't let it slide. Cause I owe that fat kid y'see up there. Call it stupid or insane, but I owe it to him to remember what it was like to be tormented. I owe it to him to remember him. So yes, Shawn. Show me what a real man's like. Without a hint of sarcasm or irony, I'd like to see that.  YASYCTAI: Remember what you promised yourself. (60 mins/2 pts) Labels: discussion, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Serif/Bad, H&M, Bad... Location: my cold home Mood: annoyed Music: in your eyes All your promises were lies  Her: (writing on my hand with her finger) Me: "I love you?" Her: (exasperated) Finally! How does it take so long for you to figure it out? Me: Let me try. (start to write on her hand) Her: I...L...O...wait, you can't write what I wrote. Write something else. Me: OK, let me try again. Her: S...E...R...I...F. Serif? Me: Yes. Her: I write "I love you" and you write, "serif?" SERIF? Me: (pause) In my defense, y'told me to write something else. Suspect that, in some way, 2010 may not be all that radically different from 2009. Ran out to Queens to chase down some scratch. Frick'n cold; the typea cold where y'notice if you're not wearing the right socks. Speakinga socks, not shopping at H&M until they sort out their moral compass. Sucks for me since they're the only ones that make long sleeve tees that fit me right. They say that they donate to charity but - just cause I'm a geek and insomniac - did the math; they donate .000056477 of their annual revenue across 5 years. That's 10% of 1% of 1% of their revenue annually, kids (.000011294 - correct me if I'm wrong). They're also saying that they didn't know what their flagship NYC store was doing. I'm saying that someone's $9.99 pants're on fire. YASYCTAI: Boycott companies that're just in it for the money. (1 min/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Technically... Location: a law firm off Grand Central Mood: excited Music: Don't you know that the years will come and go?  Brother: Remember when he says, Now everybody's talking about this new decade - that was 20 years ago. Me: Yeah I remember. Was a freshman in college. Him: (laughing) Well, now it the start of a new decade again. Me: Technically next year's the start of a new decade. Nuthin exciting to tell you about the past week. The lady and I went out for a fine dinner and were in bed by the time the ball dropped. What'd you do for 1999? Don't recall it at all myself. Hafta add that to my lista fuzzy memories. This time however, woke up early the next day to see the rents - they showed the lady picturesa me when I was a fatty-fat-fat. Hadta drop off the car; too expensive to keep a car in the city these days so that was onea the things that hadta go for 2010. Wrestled with a kid that was born the year I went to college. Demolished me, course. Spent the resta the weekend popping ibuprofen. Did manage to have a drink at the Soho Grand. The "00s" are ending and the "10s" re beginning. It's a sobering thought but I'll never see the "00s" again. Him: Technically, every year's the start of a new decade. S'like that Mitch Hedberg joke when a guy says to him, Lemme show you a picture of me when I was younger. And he goes, Technically, every picture of you's a picture of you when you was younger. Today, start working at an office for more scratch. Still eat-what-you-kill but with a better view. Lotsa changes for this new decade. I'm still around, though. See you Thursday. YASYCTAI: Write down whatcha did for 2009. Cause you're gonna forget (10 minutes/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New Year's Eve 2010, nostalgia, Soho Grand Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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2000-2009 Location: a room with red-brick walls Mood: so very grateful Music: but sister, you know I'm so weary So this guy, his wife, and his son, go to the big city for the first time. They walk inna the first big building they see. While the wife goes off to look at something, the man and son stare at an elevator. Never saw one before. The two watch this old, weary woman make her way inna one. They see the elevator doors close, bells and lights go off, and then the doors open and a beautiful woman steps out. The father's mouth drops open and he turns quickly to his son and goes: Boy, go find you mama, right quick. Old joke. But made me think that I came inna 2000 one way, came out a whole other. Kinda. 1999 - become a lawyer. 2000 - leave the only job I ever had to change the world. Enter girl. 2001 - sit in a room with a red brick wall and saw buildings come down. Exit girl. 2002 - enter girl. 2003 - start one of several companies. 2004 - buy my pad. Exit room with a red brick wall. 2005 - exit companies. 2006 - take a temp gig that lasts for three years. CashCab. Exit girl. Start blog. 2007 - 72Canal: good. Lose life savings; get in a car accident: bad. 2008 - grandmother passes. Never get to say goodbye. Enter Heartgirl. 2009 - still a lawyer. Move back to a room with a red brick wall. Heartgirl's come with. In Orange Sky, Alexi Murdoch says, Yes, I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky With my brother and my sister standing by Make light of my insomnia - and alla the things that bring it about - a lot. But if I were truly honest with you, there were times that I thought that I couldn't bear the thought of another sleepless night. Could not bear it. And if not my brother and sister, wouldn'tve. Not sleeping for 48 hours'll make y'think all sortsa crazy. Life's hard enough without your people. So I wish for your 2010-2019 that, if you've not found your person, you've at least found your people. They're your mirrors and help you Dunno what 2010-2019's gonna be like - probably nuthin like I expect it. But it's ok, got my people and my person. See you in the next decade! Ah, that joke never gets old, yeah? YASYCTAI: Make your plans for the next 10 years. Then watch God laugh. If you're lucky, you'll laugh too. (5,259,487 mins/4 pts) Labels: faith, family, friends, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Phillip Location: United States, New York, New York Mood: cold Music: memories come rushing up to greet me now  Me: (CRASH!) Her: (sighing) Why are you always tripping, dropping or breaking something? Me: (turning to answer and accidentally knocking over a glass) I'm not sure. Got hit with a lotta snow. Was supposed to go to my buddy's housewarming Saturday but it was canceled. So we stayed in and watched a marathon of poor cinematic choices rounded off with carols at church. Quiet weekend - not so good for the blogging but great for the mental health. Speaking of mental health, onea my favorite writer's Phillip K. Dick. He's probably onea yours too, but y'don't know it - Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly, Minority Report, Screamer, Impostors, Paycheck, Next and a buncha others. His stories all had to do what altered reality - what people thought were real versus what really was real. Like Total Recall where he wondered, if y'could replace all your memories with someone else's, were y'still you? My insomnia was the worst from 15 to 25. And what I did when I couldn't sleep was read. Like piles and pilesa stuff. The byproduct of which's that I have memories I know're false but they're real to me. Someone else's memories rattl'n around my noggin. Then again, sometimes false memories're better when the real ones you're not so proud of. Isn't it the secret dream of every human heart to get a do-over? Another chance to do things right this time around, if given the chance. Guess wishes're what the holidays are all about. On a (much) brighter and related note, it's Xmas on Thursday. If you celebrate, hope it's quiet. And if you don't, still hope the same thing. See you next week. YASYCTAI: Have an awesome weekend and forget that thing that's bugging you. (4 days/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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