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Friday, September 28, 2007 | |
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Leaving Location: 12AM, getting a free drink on the UWS Mood: indescribable Music: Some glad morning when this life is o'er I'll fly away I lent a friend some money because she was going through a divorce and was in a bind. It's not like I had that much spare scratch but I figured that she was good for it so I borrowed some dough against the cards and gave it to her. I stopped by her place cause I haven't heard from her and was worried. Apartment was empty. She up and left. I've known her seven years. She didn't even say sorry. On the same day, I took the last straw from another friend too. I've known him since the 90s. The very last straw. What a day. It was...indescribable. Then I got a call from the guy that gave me the gig in Mancini Duffy a decade ago. Him: Dude, how've you been? Me: (stunned) What made you call? I haven't heard from you in years. Him: I dunno. (laugh) I got the urge to call.Then Bryson called me. Him: Hey brother, thought I'd see how you were. Me: I can't even tell you. Him: (pause) Tell me. When you keep cutting your friends, you end up with the ones that matter. I guess that's something, yeah? ---------- I'll be posting a lot of pictures - still a work in progress, but you can click here to figure out where I am and see pics. I wanted to write more, but I drank my night away. I really gotta go. I feel terrible here. Tags:
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Thursday, September 27, 2007 | |
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Saving the world, or at least visiting Location: mentally, over there Mood: tired but excited Music: do the good thing hey hey I saved the world today  To make a long story short, due to a bunch of insane coincidences, the Soviet Union 'round this time in '83 thought the US launched all our nukes at them and he was ordered to counterstrike with all of their nuclear weapons. He refused. Because he wasn't insane. He knew we woulda launched against them for the same reasons. Then, he lost his career for saving the world. How's that for a thank you? I too did almost nothing today but I didn't save humanity because of it. I did manage to get a haircut though. ---------- I'm going to Oktoberfest on my own for the last three days and I just spent the last three hours trying to book a hotel. My German has gone to crap. Tags:
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007 | |
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Not enough time, Pt II Location: 12AM, 72nd Street, asking her how her week was Mood: contemplative Music: And I was lost for words In your arms  Yesterday, I was out with Nadi and we were drinking until 3AM. The waitress, Heidi, comped us two pitchers of beer. Today, I went back with two other friends and pounded another three pitchers. I told the girl I was with that prior to 2006, I only ever kissed seven girls. She seemed to not believe me. But it's true. ---------- More fun with math - new numbers for US life expectancy:
In other words, I'm about halfway there to finding out if God's there or not. If I find out, I'll try and email you. Maybe less. Maybe more. I guess it'll depend on how much sleep I get and how accident-prone I'm gonna be. Regardless, it's so damn short, isn't it? You and I, man, we can't sit around waiting for our real lives to begin. The race is long, yes but not long enough. Never long enough. Tags:
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007 | |
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Not enough time Location: 2AM with Nadi and Anne on my porch Mood: completely sotted Music: This life would just be so easy I got it. I'm going to Paris on Friday. Then Nantes, Groningen, and Rotterdam, three blurry days for Oktoberfest in Munich, then Brussels, Innsbruck, Dover, and London. Work, in a manner of speaking. My somewhat peculiar and particular skill set. What it is doesn't matter. Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go... ------------ If you send me your email address, Fiona and I'll send you a postcard. Tags:
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Monday, September 24, 2007 | |
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I'm in Location: underneath a ceiling fan in Queens Mood: tired but hopeful Music: been happy lately thinking about the good things to come  Him: All expenses paid. Interested? Me: What am I an idiot? I'm in. If I get it (or I don't) I'll tell you soon. Friday at the latest. ---------- Was out a lot this weekend. Hazel, Bryson, Gio and I went out till 4AM on Thursday night (when I met this girl) and then my brother was in town for the weekend. I need a weekend for my weekend. The Grey-Eyed Girl invited a bunch of us out to a party the other day. It was for an ivy league grad thingy and I assumed everyone there was from NYC. So I end up spending some time with these two really nice girls. Here's our conversation after we swap info. Me: So if you're 24, I've gotta think your friend's like 18. Girl1: She's 28. Me: (shocked) You're kidding me.Girl2: It's the Asian genes. Me: (nodding) Nice.Girl2: So what are you? 24? Me: (laughing) 34.Girl2: (shocked) You're kidding me. Me: It's the Asian genes.Girl2: (nodding) Nice. Me: So are you here for the birthday party?Girl1: Oh no, we're just in town from Boston for the weekend. Me: (laughing) Of course you are.Never a dull moment. Tags:
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Friday, September 21, 2007 | |
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Hit or miss Location: 2AM, Sway Mood: Sotted Music: That pretty red dress  Her: Will you call her? Me: Possibly. These thing are hit or miss. Her: But you got her number, right?Me: Better. Her: Better?Me: I told her to draw a picture of herself. This way, I'll know which one she is. Tags:
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Thursday, September 20, 2007 | |
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Therapy with Rain Location: 10PM yest, Broadway & 82nd, wondering Mood: hard to say Music: we notice you don't come around  But his girl checked in with me today (she's a sweetheart) and I recalled one of my more interesting conversations with him. Him: Six months? Me: Well...yeah, pretty much... Him: Wow. I think I'd explode.Me: Dude, it's not that bad. I think I could make a year. Him: That's in-sane! One year?!? Me: Oh yeah, I'm like a camel. I wanna wait until I find someone I really like. Him: You're not getting any younger, man. And no one lies on their deathbed thinking, Oh, I'm glad I didn't hit that when I was 34.Me: (shrugging) I'm ok. Plus, have you seen me lately? Him: (scoffing) I'm looking right at ya - you should take what your goblin ass can get.Tags:
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007 | |
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Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Location: an office I pay way too much for Mood: tired Music: Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man  YAAARRRRRG!! (Please leave a pirate-sounding comment). Tags:
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Why? Location: 2PM yest, in front of the Flatiron saying, Bye Mood: awake Music: Tell me, where is the shepherd  The pathetically honest answer is that when I'm with someone, I sleep just a little bit better. Maybe ten percent. It's enough. I do it so I can sleep ten percent better. Crazy. It's not about sex. It's about something else - and that's a different post; but if you've read me enough, I'm sure you could guess. You remember the last time you didn't get a good night's sleep? You look at your clock and do that mental math - if I fall asleep right now, I can get four hours sleep? Three hours. Two. Forty minutes. You remember how horrible you felt the next day? Yeah, that's me every two weeks for 20 years. I've avoided talking about insomnia for almost two months but here we are. Another date today. Another pretty face. Biker. It usually takes about three dates for either the girl or me to call it quits. Goes either way. Hazel thinks I'm luckier than most cause I meet so many people but I tell her that it just means I'm disappointed and I disappoint more frequently. I know it's crazy. I know it. And yet I sit. I smile. I ask, So, what's your story? Inside I hope, this time's the last time. Tags:
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007 | |
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Where you need to be Location: 8PM yest, showing the apartment to rent Mood: concerned Music: you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother The thing about relationships is that you develop shorthand. Like calling up your girl and saying, Hey, it's me. For years my brother was torn whether or not he should go to Cali. I told him that that I knew he'd get there someday and when he did, he should listen to the song above for me. Then one day, he up and went. That week, I got a call from a Cali number and when I answered, it was just the song playing. And I knew he was where he needed to be. I woke up today with it in my head. I think about it every so often cause there're so many good lines from it:
So I interrupt my usual tales of complete randomness to say that you should take it seriously. It's such a hateful thing because in the best case, you lose time. At the worst - well the outcome is like any other terminal disease. The line that I particularly like from that song goes: I'ma scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weakTo get to where you need to be, you gotta. And you should, until you're breathless and weak. Then you should do it again, yeah? Back to complete randomness tomorrow. Tags:
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Monday, September 17, 2007 | |
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Girl with a pretty face vs. A pretty girl Location: 7:15PM yest, saying hi at church Mood: tired Music: we throw parties, you throw knives I crashed this party with some friends including an old friend, Buckley, whom I've known for 14 years. He's a decent fellow. The problem's that he's 36 and he still thinks that drinking to excess is somehow cool. I crash a lotta parties cause I get along with everyone. But Buckley was a slobbering, augmentative drunk. Before I knew it, he was being tossed out by this group of guys at the behest of the birthday girl. It was a whole production with me having to get between them all. Ugh. Eventually, we got him into a cab and I walked back with Hazel and Kane to apologize to the birthday girl. I should mention now that the birthday girl has a pretty face. Here's the thing. It's NYC. You can't go two feet without running into a girl with a pretty face. They're like a dime-a-dozen. I'm pretty calloused to girls with pretty faces. But as I'm apologizing to her, she's apologizing back to me. She said, I'm sorry I was being so douchey. Douchey. Love it. This whole time, everyone is staring at our exchange because I think they all expected some beef. Instead, she and I are smiling and laughing, like we're old friends. She said I came off as good guy and I told her that I thought she was just really all that. As we're talking, she went from being a pretty face to a pretty girl. There's a very big difference between the two. Like the difference between gold paint and gold. She invited us to come back in but I told her that we came back purely to apologize. We chatted a bit more before I gave her a hug that she returned. If things were different, I might have given her my number. Then again, the poor girl's been through enough. It's not all the time that people's insides match their outsides. No 6 said mine don't. It's nice to meet someone whose stuff did. Tags:
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Friday, September 14, 2007 | |
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What has Life told you? Location: living room, black chair Mood: waiting Music: where ever you go I always know  Me: I dunno, I've been out a lot this week, I shouldn't. Me: First of all, I've got my hands full. Then again, why not? That's half the fun right there - for all involved parties. Nadi: It's open ba... Me: I'm in. ---------- I was thinking of the girl with the curls from last night when my email box went ding. Berlingirl wrote me and asked the most random but sweet thing: Hope you had a lovely day today! What has Life told you? I thought that was such an interesting question. So I stayed in tonight to listen. Life didn't say anything to me though. I'll sit by the phone and wait anyway. Just in case. Don't wanna miss that call. Tags:
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Thursday, September 13, 2007 | |
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Three Location: here Mood: Sotted Music: Then she said, Don't get cute  Crazy, yeah? I think so. One was sad. Berlingirl showed up unexpectedly - a nice surprise. I spent some time with her before she had to catch her flight. She said, I wish you a wonderful fall. (Ich wunsche dir einen wunderschonen Herbst). I don't think she knows how much that meant to me. One was random. She gave me her digits and said, It was nice meeting you (Wo hen gaoxing renshi ni). I've already lost the piece of paper - of course. The last? It was sad in a completely different way. She said, May you have a good year (L'shanah tovah tikatev v'taihatem). She said once that she hated the disappointments. Tonight, she said, in a manner of speaking, I'm working through a few things. Funny, it sounds different on the other end. She put on her blue jacket. Gave me a red kiss. Hopped into a yellow cab. And was gone in a green light. Why, look at that. The weekend's almost here. Tags:
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007 | |
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What I remember Location: in my living room, trying not to be depressed Mood: see location Music: and there we were all in one place  It rained, which was perfectly apropos. I wasn't planning on writing anything - every two-bit hack with a computer writes something about the day and I didn't wanna be another one. But here I am. Makes sense; I am a two-bit hack with a computer. I've lived here my whole life. I had one of my first elementary school class trips to see those buildings. I remember I was scared to look up at them because I thought they might fall on me. After college I worked on the 2nd Floor. Wheelock NatWest. Then again about a decade ago. Mancini Duffy. My brother worked there once. My sister went to school in their shadow. They were always there. That's why when you lose someone close to you, it's so heartbreaking. It's because they're always there. And then one day, poof. They're gone. The scene I remember most is that of strangers gathered around cars, the city quiet, save for the radios. Can you see it? Cars stopped along Broadway with their radios on full blast for strangers? No music, no commercials, just the news. Everyone quiet and craning their neck so they could hear the latest bit of misery. I believed in evil again that day. I believe in it now. I remember thinking of that line from American Pie that goes, I saw satan laughing with delight, the day the music died. I'm not a good enough writer to put into words how I felt then or feel now. So I'll just say that I had a heartbreaking day today. It rained, which was perfectly apropos. Tags:
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007 | |
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Rising Location: 13601, talking to Somena Mood: pensive Music: Please give me to the sky  I've flown for at least three 9/11s since that day. ---------- Ever miss a flight? I almost missed mine this morning. I'm always almost missing flights. Not because I'm late; today I arrived with almost two hours to spare. No, I was daydreaming again. I heard my name on the loudspeaker a coupla times before it fully registered. I rose, grabbed my bag and ran the 30 feet to the gate. The pretty girl at the gate laughed because she said she noticed me staring out at the planes the whole time but assumed I was waiting for the next flight. Go, go, go, she said. I threw her a wink and a smile as I went, went, went. Right now I'm in another nondescript upstate hotel room by myself listening to sad songs with only you, Tupac and the light from my screen for company. I'm remembering things and people I don't wanna remember but I can't forget. And still I rise... Tags:
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Monday, September 10, 2007 | |
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A little kindness Location: 6:30PM yest, saying tschüss @ 72nd & Broadway Mood: grateful Music: by and by, I'll fly away  The thing is that we've only ever met three times and each time very briefly. So the gesture was all the more appreciated because it was so unwarranted. She even sent a lovely card. Thank you Laura! --------- Berlingirl stopped by on Sunday. She's going home this week and I'm most likely in Syracuse by the time you read this so we won't see each other again for a while. But I told her that she has a friend in NYC if she ever comes back. Me: It was nice meeting you too. Her: (smiling) Will you see that girl you like this week? Me: I hope so.(She smiled, leaned in and gave me a kiss) Her: Strange. I've never kissed a German-speaking, Chinese-American in a Mexican museum exhibit before.Her: (laughing) Yes, I have. I hope you have a happy life, Logan. You too. The world is such a nice place sometimes. I forget. Ich vergesse so viel...aber du vergesse ich nie. Gute reise! Tags:
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Friday, September 07, 2007 | |
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Pets, Pt. III Location: 8PM yest, 6th and 3rd with Nadi & some rum Mood: amused Music: I'd rather be with...I'd rather be with an animal  Caffeineguy's entry will explain. I miss my pets. ---------- Client: I need you in Syracuse next week. (pause) Think of it as a roadtrip. Me: (scoffing) Sheeyah... ----------Conversations with a friend: Him: So basically, we'd be renting out small dogs for guys that wanna meet chicks. Me: Well, what's gonna happen when the betty actually shows up at the guy's house and there's no dog? Him: That's the brilliant part, he can just go, "Oh, Spike got hit by a car." Then he also gets the sympathy vote too.Me: Well, that's just insane. Him: Plus imagine we get a dog with only three legs. (pause) That'd be like...like gold!Me: You're going to hell. Me? I'm going to Syracuse... Tags:
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Thursday, September 06, 2007 | |
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Das ist fuer dich Location: 12AM, 86th and Broadway Mood: content Music: she knows I know what she's thinking  I saw Berlingirl again the other day: Her: I like your happy words, like lovely and wonderful. I also like hilarious, what a great word! And actually - actually is actually so useful! Me: (nodding) It is. Her: I brought you something. (hands me this)Me: Lemme guess, it's a baseball. Her: Funny...No, but it does come with a catch - is that how you say it? You have to drink it with me here before I go or with me in Germany someday. (pause) Unless you drink it with the woman you love.Me: (laughing) Fair enough. Life is long and the world is small. I'm sure I'll see her again. ---------- Almost a year ago, I wrote this. After I walked the girl to where she was staying, I ducked into the 24 grocery on Broadway. That same manager saw me and gave me a big smile. Him: How's everything my young friend? Me: It's a beautiful night - I've no worries, no troubles. Him: (nodding) That is a beautiful night. | |
