I don't normally post over the weekend, but I just had the CRAZIEST night!

Met six women across two bars. Nice. Age appropriate. Just not my type. Just my luck.

Had a late night dinner with Hazel and L at the Shake Shack.

Went to another bar with Hazel where I met two more women. Nice. Not age appropriate. Just my type. Just my luck.

Now here's the weird part. At the very end of the night, an old man grabs one of the women's...stuff. But he's old, I mean like 55+. Can't hit an old man (not that I can fight) so I shove him. Hard.

He then tries to hit the girl! How sad is that? The bouncers go all over him. Craziness!

He's tossed outta the club. The girlies are all freaked out. I'm totally bewildered. I tell the girls, honestly, that it was nice meeting them and then we part ways.

Hazel and I hop a cab. Then we get into argument with cabbie! We bounce outta the cab. She and I grab some food, hop another cab and head home.

Now it's 3:55 in the morning, Hazel's passed out on my sofa, I'm munching on a gyro and wondering when my life became so weird.

This is only 50% of what happened but I'm beat.

Crazy right?

Only in NYC.

I stayed in Thursday night; in a manner of speaking.

I had a dinner engagement with a politician but that's part of the gig. I've been out and about way too much.

That man in the mirror tells me to be single for a year. I dunno if I include the seven months in between No. 6 & 7 or just reset to zero.

Speaking of which, I called No. 6 to wish her a happy birthday recently. Again so odd; I didn't feel a thing for her. Cause she's not that chick and I'm not that guy.

I do miss her cats though - I never thought of myself as a pet person until she moved in with them. I was thinking about getting a cat, but I travel so much. Plus Harold's been through so much.

You know, right when we split, No. 7 got the most adorable puppy.

Seriously, if you saw this puppy and didn't love it at set go, you're most likely a scumbag.

I ran with her twice. So much fun. I loved that damn dog. I wish I took more pictures of her. I only have three. I wonder if she's bigger now. That's the problem with breakups, sometimes you just don't see it coming. If I had known, I would have bought her something to say goodbye.

I often wonder if the cats or the puppy would remember me if they ever saw me again.

It would secretly kill me if they didn't.

Then again, I barely remember me sometimes.

Ah, the weekend's here again.

Hello there. (smile) So...what's your name?

My favourite line in Forrest Gump is when he goes, I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is. I thought about that with a girl I met up with recently and a girl I haven't seen in a little while.

I've been out and about a lot these days. It's the luck of the draw. Just how it happens.




I wanted to tell you a happy story but tell me that these aren't more interesting?

I just booked the flight. Each red rectangle you see above is an appointment. I'll wear my happy face.

I'm tired but summer's when I make most of the scratch I need for the year so I guess I gotta.

Eh...it'll be good to not have to sweat coin for a bit.

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I had an amazing weekend with some great stories and no time to sort it all out. I'll tell you though. After I sort.

But I wanted to say Happy Birthday to Kirk, who is doing his Rico Suave best with Elolicious and Sandi here. The bartender had a single orange so that I could have my usual poison. Ergo, you know I had a good night.

Happy Birthday, man.

Thanks for all the comments to my last post - I found them really interesting. It's nice because I never know who reads this.

I meant to post this a while ago but I thought it was too long. It's my definition:

When I was 15, my best friend, Kevin, told me that my girl Diana cheated on me. We never spoke, I just shut her out. Stupid kid stuff.

Maybe a decade later, I drove by her home and, for some reason, I rang her doorbell. I expected her to slap me when she answered the door; instead, she let me in, gave me a smile and an apron. She had this huge bar of chocolate that she told me to chop for cookies.

So I went in and started chopping.

After a bit, I asked her, half-jokingly, what happened between us.

She stopped and answered:


Why weren't you?

I had no answer. Almost twenty years after the fact, I still have no answer. I don't remember anything else but I remember what she said.

That conversation started me off in being who I am now. In fact, I learned the phrases biggest fan and on your side that day.

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I'd like to know what you think about what I write and I appreciate all feedback.

I'd like to know:

• I've been posting daily for a bit now. Too much?
• Does anyone really want to know when my love life goes well? I'm thinking that's just boring.
  
• Who are you? How'd you find me?
• Do you like the shorter entries more or the longer ones?
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...course, if I make soup, I gotta freeze some and I've still got all those packs of mac 'n cheese and veggie burgers. No, the chicken cutlets were the right call. They're flat so...


...I can keep them in fridge. Shoot, I gotta leave some bread out tonight for breadcrumbs. Guess I'll make them tomorrow. I really gotta clean out my freezer. I wonder if...

With nods to turtle5485, who's waiting, and to continue from yesterday.

There's this movie people either love or hate: Bride with White Hair. In it, the protagonist jokingly promised his chick that he would get her a flower one day that only bloomed once every twenty years on a snow-capped mountaintop.

Later in the story, he betrays her.

To make amends, he sits in the snow, alone, in front of this plant for ten years, waiting for it to bloom. For her. Fool boy.

A friend recently gave me a drunken compliment:

Logan's got his issues but he's f___ing loyal. If I was locked up in a cell in Panama and I had one call, he'd be it.

High praise.

See, anything bad that could happen starts with disloyalty, yeah?

Cheating, lying, stealing, it all starts from there. You can't get there without being disloyal first.

The goods? Love, respect, trust - you can't get there without being loyal first.

That's why I've never cheated on anyone. It's also why I never speak ill of anyone after we break up. At it's most basic, it's disloyal.

Unless the reason we broke up comes from disloyalty. Then, screw it. Screw them.

Yeah, I got my faults. I got a whole blog of faults. But what he said made my drunken night.

Cause the people that know me, they know I'd sit on a mountain top and wait. It might be a mountain of brick and mortar, but there I'd be.

Cause they know that I'm on their side.

Fool boy, me. I'd sit. I'd wait.

For my family, a good friend or a chick I loved,

I'd never move.

Nadi: Oh god, why don't you ever write about when you actually succeed?
Nadi: At least put something there. It's depressing otherwise.
Nadi: But it always sounds like, "Oh poor sad sack Logan screwed up with another girl."
Nadi: A ratio might be...
Nadi: Look, all I'm saying is...
Nadi: FOCUS, LOGAN!

I was out with Nadi the other night and I met this pretty chick.


Eyes. I'm a sucker for a set of pretty eyes.

Well, it's nice knowing I look young.

I spoke to Nadi earlier and I'll post our conversation in the morning or afternoon before I step onto the plane.

I'm going somewhere not fun.

I couldn't celebrate father's day because of the wedding. I saw him though.

My dad graduated from the second hardest law school in Japan - the equivalent of Princeton here. I graduated in the top third of my class; he graduated in the top 5%.

But, when he was younger than I am now, he came here to wash dishes and chop fish to feed his family. He didn't want us growing up there.

I realize now how hard it must have been to be 4,000 miles from home, not know the language and work at jobs far beneath you.

I can barely make it outta the Upper West Side.

He said my mom cried when he came home stinking of fish guts for the first time. She was the local beauty queen; he was now a fish monger.


She did and he became the man he knew he could be.

He says that he believed in himself even if no one else did.

He says that he believes in me. I'm actually a bit surprised he's still pulling for me.

At least you're not gutting fish; you're already doing better than I was.

I'd like to be the man I think I could be. I'd like to be the man he thinks I could be.

He doesn't know about this blog (don't tell him). But I wanna say, Thanks anyway.

I'm very grateful.

Went out to eat with Rain, Furison and some other people the other night. Furison was nice enough to bring me to a place that could serve dark rum with a slice of orange. I've been so busy, I never thanked her. Fun and interesting.

Also interesting was the conversation I had with the Natalie Portman-like waitress before I left. I preface this conversation with the fact that I shook her hand before we spoke and she's holding my hand throughout the entire exchange.


Then she let go of my hand and I left.

Barrel o'laughs, me. Fun Logan.

Yeah.

That's me.

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Wedding season (for me) is finally over.

With nods to 0utre who cheered me up yesterday while I was hanging out in Stressville.

I've been working out like mad but gaining weight!

The late night eating and drinking. I was out and about again tonight only briefly because I'm sick.

Just as well, I gotta cut all that out.

My flatmate (ah, betcha didn't know I had one) said Harvard has this new theory why humans are on top of the food chain:

Humans survived, not because they are smarter than other animals, but because we can run longer than any animal. No animal, not even horses or dogs, can run the distances a man can run when put to task.

Marathon Marathons.

We hunted until the animals just gave up.

We survived because we ran. It is in our nature.

Until I'm breathless and weak, I'm running. Towards what?

No idea.

But, dammit, I'm running.

I've not told you everything, I'm afraid. Not so much a lie, more an omission.

You see, I had another blog. No, I won't tell you where it is, I'm sorry.

But I just thought of it recently and I read through it for the first time in almost a year.

20060915::12:42
I slept another full four hours last night. I went to bed at three and woke up at seven. I wonder how long a body can last with so little sleep. There's a line from Fight Club that goes, "With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy." That's how my days and nights feel like. I'm not so much living in my world as existing in it.

Good god, nothing's changed.

And I'm still just a copy, of a copy of a #$@# copy, aren't I?

Ah, screw it - where's my phone?

Great.

Dead.

Just as well.

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NOTE: I shot this video last week when I was out every night. I've gotten some sleep since then. Thanks for the concern!

...and did something so unlike me and so fiscally irresponsbile.

But it's because I've been having the WORST DAY.

I'm totally gonna regret this tomorrow, aren't I?

He was the absolute nicest guy. I also met Governor Hugh Carey and Queens Borough President Helen M. Marshall but it was more interesting for me to meet Koch because he was the mayor I remember from childhood.

I look terrible but I'm jazzed. It's a pretty cool gig.

It's blurry in my head, but the picture's clear, so I know it happened.

Sometimes I'm not sure.

I'm sleepwalking through my life again.

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Whether or not I join a board (and I put up a profile just to see and it's getting weird already), I'm sure I'll still be able to entertain you with my offline ridiculousness.


She asked me for a card. I told her I didn't have one. I really didn't.

Plus, she wasn't my type and I'm just too tired to even attempt to be entertaining.

I need to sleep.

I went to yet another wedding recently.

I met her almost 14 years ago in Taiwan and she's been there for me through some of the worst times. I was happy to be there for one of the best. Another friend of mine was there that I've known for almost 20 years. He's two years younger than me with three (3!) kids.

My closest friends and I don't talk or see each other very much. Just the way it is.

But whenever we do, it's like no time has passed.

Isn't that the way with old friends?

Speaking of which, my character on 72nd to Canal is named Lorin; there's actually a real Lorin who's the opposite of the character I play. He's the nicest and most humble guy I know. We met at the same time and place I met the girl that got married yesterday.

Sunday was the real Lorin's birthday.

Not that he reads this blog (not that anyone does), but:


Taipei, Ocean, Santa Monica, LA, my fine city... Man, ain't it been a trip?

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Question: What is your opinion of online dating boards?
The girl that got married met her dude on a board. Plus CindyE said: All the cool kids are doing it.

I've always wanted to be part of the cool crowd.

I know we never talk;
Or take walks,
or even write.

It's strange - we're strangers.

We live separate lives.
But secretly

I've been busier than I've been in ages. I can't explain it.

If I knew I'd be working so much, I would have just gotten a job.

GEEK ALERT: On a different matter entirely, and related to my last post, I was thinking of getting a PDA phone and was looking up software options when I came across the Pickup Line Generator 1:


Somewhere, someone is paying $37 to embarrass him/herself completely.

Sucker.

I do it all the time without paying a cent.

I had coffee late the other night with a girl I met just last week. Here's a discussion I had with a friend when I got home.

My kid sister got married recently. I guess she's not a kid anymore. Two weddings down; two weddings to go.

Short version: She got a letter one day from a boy she'd known years ago. He told her he wanted to meet up with her. She didn't know why, went to see him, and he said he wanted to date her. They married less than a year later.

My insomnia has made my recent history a bit blurry. I feel slightly cheated that nothing in life is very sharp or clear.

Names, faces and events all blend together to a dull, soupy grey.

But for just a little bit, it was as if someone turned up the volume and brightened the picture; I could see that she was happy.

In the scheme of things, it's more than a fair trade.

Coolest 72nd to Canal thing ever: My brother got a mass email from a friend saying they should all watch this video. He clicks it and BAM, it's an email from someone that read Caffineguy's gold star pimping of our show.

How's that for some right fine wickedness? Let's keep it up.

Onto our regularly scheduled entry.

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I was out and about again tonight.

This whole week, I've only been home one night.

A blitz of introductions and...introductions. I've been busy doing three things:

1. things I'm proud of,
2. things I'm not so proud of,
3. and a thing or two that I shouldn't be proud of (but secretly am).

Plus, in my relentless pursuit of scratch, I'm shockingly busy for someone that prides himself on not working more than three days a week. Ergo, I've not had time to cerebrate about anything.

And in the middle of it all, I met the nicest chick.

But I'm in basketcase mode and my possible pasts keep interfering with my future.

Pardon me. I'm still rough-hewing. I'm still looking for her.

But until I find her (and I'm not gonna lie to you),

I'm ridiculously entertained.