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Friday, November 30, 2007 | |
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Theme Song Location: 13:00 yest, Paterson, NJ City Hall Mood: indescribable Music: at night I worry over situations I gotta make payroll & rent Monday so I'll post on Tuesday. Clearly, the most logical thing would be to rob a bank. So I'll be busy...plotting... ---------- If your life was a TV show, what would it be it's theme song? I got a few. But if I had to chose just one, it would be Overkill. Like I said, the insomnia's back; I don't actually mind being alone between the sheets. I do mind the lying there awake though. So I get up and go for a walk. I've lived here my whole life and the last several women I've seen have been from around the way. I've run into a few of them over the past several months. I got memories on every corner. In other words, on every corner, ghosts appear and fade away. At least there're pretty lights. ---------- I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright Perhaps it's just my imagination Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation Its time to walk the streets Smell the desperation At least there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night From overkill Tags:
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Thursday, November 29, 2007 | |
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So great Location: 21:21 yest, trying to find parking in NYC Mood: so freaking tired Music: these words are my diary, screaming out loud  I think I might post less because I'm worried I'm gonna start sounding insane. I'm writing constantly. I couldn't sleep at all the other night so I got up and made chili - here's the recipe with pics if you're interested. Most nights, I'm just walking about town. The thing about my neighborhood is that there's always something to see. There's always something for the singular. Maybe I'll fall asleep and have nice dreams tonight. That would be great. That would be so _______ great. Tags:
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007 | |
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Cappy got hitched Location: 19:45, emptying the wastebaskets in my office Mood: nostalgic Music: Who's gonna come around When you break?  I met Cap in HS at a party in, of all places, a Jewish synagogue. One of us bummed a cig from the other. Don't remember. We were both going to Cornell. He'd look me up, he said. We kept running into each other - even once at Broadway & 8th over a weekend - but were never really close. While he became a BMOC, I was hustling in the City most weekends. But, causa some drama, Junior year I was living outta my whip when I ran into him again. He said I could crash with him and his crew for whatever I could spare - I think I paid about $150 a month. My clearest memory from all of college is of this one absolute crap night. I remember sitting in the kitchen hating when Cap walked in. Like me, he was always up causa this or that. The worst part, I said, my CD player broke. How's that for a kick in the head? He thought for a bit, walked into his room, and came out with his old CD player. He handed it to me and said had another one. Here's the thing; he and I were just about the two poorest kids in the house. This is when they cost as much as an Ipod. It meant more than you can imagine. More than I'm capable of writing. I'm just not that good. 14+ years later, I still remember what CD was in it. Speaking of 14, Cappy eloped with his chick of 14 years. Yeah, you read right. I heard the news today. I'd wish them luck if I thought they needed it. Ah, just as well - my luck's not the kind people want anyway. Tags:
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007 | |
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Eponine Location: 20:30, getting caught in some rain in Bayside Mood: exhausted Music: through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now  ---------- I thought about some of the people I've met recently and in the not-so-distant past. For some strange reason, I also thought of a girl I dated once. It's the fall. Part of the reason I think I liked her was because she said that every person that ever went out with her treated her like crap (I'm weird like that). When she told me that, I thought of Eponine from Les Mis. The book's a little different from the musical. In the book, there's this one scene where she's tossed a stale piece of bread. Starving, she pounces on it like a crazed animal. The hard bread hurts her teeth but she says that she knows the bread is good because it's hard. See, Eponine has no concept that there's such a thing as bread that's not rotten and not hard. It's all she knows. I tried to treat the ex nicely - never did find out if she she thought I did. Random, right? As for me, well, my friends think I'm lucky because so many people enter and exit my Venn Diagram. I'm not sure. You see, it's all I know... Tags:
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Monday, November 26, 2007 | |
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Thanksgiving 2007 Location: 16:00 yest, taking a walk with a friend around the hood Mood: thoughtful Music: the sirens sing so sweet and watched the sailors go down  After Thanksgiving dinner, I always meet up with my HS friend, the Professor, for coffee at his folks. It's a nice tradition I look forward to each year. After that, I meet up with Tommy; he's a multi-millionaire who owns 17 patents. Chances are pretty good you own something he made. The interesting thing is that he's also the guy that first truly taught me how to fight. A mugger once pulled a gun on him but he...well, Tommy did bad things to him. He and I have our own traditions: Niece: Uncle Tommy and Logan are fighting again. Someone: Don't break anything! Tommy: (to me) What rules do you want?Me: No elbows, no knees - oh, and no closed fists to the face, I've got a date tomorrow morn... Tommy: (punching me in gut) Don't be such a baby.Friday morning, I woke up, ate a ton of ibuprofen and met up with a pretty Italian attorney. Our date went from coffee around the way at 11:12, to pizza in Times Square at 14:00, to saying goodbye after the Butterfly Conservatory at 18:20. We laughed so much, I can't even tell you. But we're both swamped with work and she's off for business next weekend. I guess things'll happen however they happen. I stayed in Friday night and most of Saturday to work but did venture out for a bit on Saturday night. I met an almost pescatarian, blond, Jersey girl that spoke German to me and told me I looked 26 when I asked. I also met a cigarette-smoking, brunette, Brooklyn girl that spoke Chinese to me and told me she was single when I didn't ask. Sunday, more work. And now (deep breath) it's Monday. Tags:
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Thursday, November 22, 2007 | |
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Priority / Happy Turkey Day Location: 19:23 yest, having the conversation below Mood: full already Music: They say people in your life are seasons And anything that happen is for a reason I'm at my parents having a pre-Thanksgiving Day dinner. My mom travels a lot for work so I don't get to see her as much as I would like. We were catching up. Me: ...so if all that works out, I should be out of this hole in about 30 to 36 months. Her: But what about your priority? Me: (puzzled) My priority? Her: Marriage! Me: (laughing) That's really like the last thing on my mind. Her: What about kids? Me: OK, I was wrong, that's the last thing on my mind.Her: It's your priority! Me: It's really not, mom. Her: OK, it's mine. (long pause) I mean...you're not getting any younger.... You know you've reached a new point in your life when your mother says the words, You're not getting any younger to you and you're wearing a Pink Floyd - The Wall tee-shirt eating a third helping of carbohydrates. Yes, a new point. Happy Turkey Day guys - see you tomorrow (or Monday). Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007 | |
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Oh mercy, mercy me Location: 11:00 yest, on the phone asking for a favor Mood: sotted Music: where did all the blue sky go?  Cain (a captain in the army): My favorite is: Do you want a little captain in you? (wiggles eyebrows) Her: (thinking then laughing) Ewwwww. Me: OK, back to me. Basically I think the only people I can date right now are lawyers and tourists.Her: Ah, you want someone who has no time for you or is gone. Me: (nodding) I can't think of anything else right now. That's why I'm the third wheel here tonight. ---------- I wish I had something cool to tell you but I spent the day in an office. So...no. I've got nothing to report. OK, I did drink my night away with Cain and a new friend, who's a litigator and my favorite waitress in the world (yes Nadi, the actress frau). I was too hammered to tell them this joke but I've sobered up somewhat so here goes: There're these two Christians that're thrown to the these starving lions. One guy says to the other, "Fear not, the good Lord will be merciful to us." To which the other dude goes, "How do you know the good Lord won't be merciful to the lions? That's pretty much how I feel right now. Tags:
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007 | |
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You idiot, you killed it / Not bored Location: 20:05, Times Square catching the uptown red Mood: entertained Music: Living life too close to the edge hoping that I know the ledge  Well, that sounds about right. ---------- I had to go onto the roof to fix a broken piece of glass (long story) on Sunday so I put on my winter jacket and made my way up. Soon, I'm standing on my rooftop looking around the city. It's early yet and cold so most of the city's still inside. The wind's blowing like mad and I'm slightly scared as there's no railing. But as I start to work, I think about the weekend. One minute, I'm in meetings with banks trying to hustle scratch for my business. Then I'm negotiating percentages in Chinese wearing my best tie (with a girlie secretly printed on the back of it) on a Saturday. Then I'm speaking German to a waitress in SoHo while explaining to a tall blond what an Alsterwasser/Radler is. Then I'm telling a girl in Ray's Pizza @ St. Marks that I'm not 24. Then I'm watching a chick hang upside down in a train. Then, six hours later, I'm on a roof trying to fix a window and not get blown off. Later that night, I'm in church (where I bumped Gshok again), and I run into a girl I met a while back but never mentioned and I came this close to asking for her number - couldn't do it though. Again, anywhere but church. Anyway, I'm on this roof and I'm thinking, well, at least you're not bored. Yep. Boredom? That I ain't got. Tags:
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Monday, November 19, 2007 | |
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Hanging around NYC Location: 20:30 yest, in church asking her what's my name Mood: positive Music: Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be  Me: (to guy) If she does that again, I'm taking a picture. Him: (laughs) NYC just gets stranger at around 4AM. ---------- I was telling a few people recently that my relationship with NYC's like a long-term, slightly too routine, relationship between lovers. Basically, I can't see myself anywhere else in the long run but I keep wondering what if... I had planned to stay in all weekend for work but Paul convinced me to go at least go out Saturday night. Nothing much happened besides the usual hellos and goodbyes but I did meet this sweet LI girl who bought us a drink; something that always leaves me with an impression. Because it was the first time I was out all week, I didn't get to bed until about 5AM. Speaking of impression, I like hanging out with Paul because he's very laid back. We're both out to just forget about our week. This is in contrast to another buddy who's always the pessimist: Him: Let's get outta here. Me: Why? Him: There're four or five guys to every girl here.Me: Come on, we're having a good time. (laughing) Besides, there're four or five regular guys to every girl here. There's only one set of you and me. These, my friend, are great odds. Everything's just how you frame it. Tags:
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Friday, November 16, 2007 | |
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Unexpected hellos / Unexpected halos Location: 12:47 yest, happily interrupted in my office Mood: wet Music: Ich bin mittendrin Da dreht sich die Erde  posted with permission from the girlie in question Me on phone, hating life: (sigh) Look, I heard you, now hear me out...yes...yes...no...fine. What would you do if you were me?...That's conjecture, let's stick with what we know... Text on mobile from Europe: Logan! It's your Berlingirl! Just wanted to say "hello"...and now I did! :) How's autumn in NY? I just had my show last week and it went great. Hugs! Me on phone, hating life a little less: ...What? I'm sorry, could you say that again? (pause) I was distracted by...something. It's always the little things that make us or break us. And Autumn in NY? It's always lovely, even when it's not. Tags:
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Thursday, November 15, 2007 | |
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One at a time Location: 12:08, 13:02, 14:24, 16:33: 17:02 - banks Mood: exhausted Music: you must be real far gone; you're relating to a psychopath  At The Battle of Thermopylae, the Spartans arranged it so that, despite being vastly outnumbered, they only had to deal with the soldier directly in front of them. One at a time. The thousands of soldiers behind them just didn't exist. Only the one in front of them. Affiliate Her: I'm not sure... Me: Look, I'm not asking you to trust me. You don't know me. I'm asking you to give me a chance. One chance. Let me show you what we can do. Her: (thinking) I'll send you two deals. Don't %^$& them up.Me: We won't. Contractor Him: Why would I do that? I don't even know you. Me: Because, I'm young and I'm bright. And if you do this for me, a young and bright (if not altogether too trusting) guy in the world owes you a favor. Ask around, that means something. Him: I can wait one more week. Creditor Him: It's too late. Me: If you do it that way, you'll get $0.65 on the dollar. My way, it'll take longer, but you'll get 100%. Him: (pause) I'll see what I can do. Repeat about 20 times a week for six weeks. Just one massive, career-ending, financially-destructive catastrophe at a time, please. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007 | |
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My life on repeat Location: 21:15 yest, leaving office Mood: exhausted Music: Digging deep for clues on higher ground Had a lot on my mind this weekend so my friends dragged me out. It was a hella weird weekend. Paul and I went to a total of five parties, all of which were vastly different than expected. I really needed a distraction. So Paul paid $10 to have me go onto a mechanical bull. Quick but fun. Did I ever tell you that Berlingirl was here studying dance? Here's the thing: in the last party of the night, for the grey-eyed girl, I met yet another German girl studying dance here in the big city except she was from Köln. What're the chances? I spent the rest of the night chatting with her and the grey-eyed girl until 3AM or so. And then we were gone. I can't tell you how many times these days that I daydream of running away somewhere. Then the 2 train comes and brings me someplace I don't really wanna be but gotta. ---------- I'm at my parents place and my dad is singing to himself. It's midnight. How cute is that? Tags:
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007 | |
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Veterans Day Location: 17:00 yest, giving legal advice off West End Ave Mood: drained Music: I’m so tired but I can’t sleep  Crazy right? Fact is usually stranger than fiction. Y'know, unlike what you mighta heard, the average age of men killed in Vietnam was 23 years old; in WWII, it was 26. That sounds even crazier to me. ---------- Angry over a NATO issue, French President Charles de Gaulle is said to have demanded that all American troops leave French soil. President Lyndon B. Johnson responded, "Does that include the ones buried at Omaha Beach?" It's so easy to forget them, isn't it? Tags:
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Monday, November 12, 2007 | |
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November's a cold month Location: 04:00 yest, cabing from 86th and 3rd to home Mood: disappointed Music: So ... She says it's time she goes  I ran into Gshok at church yesterday and we grabbed dinner afterwards: Her: I had to get rid of friends that weren't good for me. Me: I'm glad I made the cut. Her: BARELY!Her: Since you asked: (a) Your blog entries are a bit vague; (b) you're too preoccupied with girls; and (c) you come off as a bit of a drama queen. Me: (nodding slowly) Glad I asked. ---------- It was a rough weekend for me for a multitude of reasons. Mainly, though, it was because I think GES and I had our last Saturday cup of coffee for a while. Me: ...situation, if that makes a difference. My mind's just fixed on getting outta this financial hole I'm in. (pause) Look, you're catching me at a really... Her: Just let me know if anything miraculously changes in your life. (insert awful silence here) Her: Goodbye Logan. You know, the subway here in NYC just never runs on time. It never runs on time. Unless someone's exiting your Venn Diagram. Then it's train on time. Tags:
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Friday, November 09, 2007 | |
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Breathe, me, breathe... Location: yest - 9:00, arriving at the office; 21:00, leaving it Mood: braindead Music: Yeah I think that I might break I've lost myself again Can someone gimme my old life back? Also, anything pre-2001 would be good too, and 1990 would rock so hard. ---------- Read this. Go on. I'll wait... If you're reading this, you probably either blog yourself or read blogs regularly. Question: How much is too much in a personal blog? OK, clearly this is too far but what about that grey area in-between? Note that, before you answer, I already know what is right for me - I've made my decisions. I know my lines and I don't cross them. But I'm interested in your opinion, purely for my own curiosity. For the skirts that read my blog, say you met me and I told you on the third date I had a blog, what would you think? And what about the rest of you? Do I kiss and tell too much? Not that I....ever...you know...actually get to...kiss anyone... Tags:
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Thursday, November 08, 2007 | |
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Catching me Location: 20:00 yest, laughing on 72nd Mood: sad Music: what would you do if you were me?  Her: So, what do you think about you and me? Me: (pause) You're catching me at a really weird point in my life. Her: (sighing) That's the story of my life. I deserve more than what time you can spare. Me: (nodding) I know. (pause) You do. When I see her, I feel guilty I'm not working; when I'm working, I feel guilty I'm not seeing her. We're supposed to see each other again. I'd like to, anyway. But she deserves someone who's head is in the game. My head? Come on...you know. You know. Tags:
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007 | |
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Sophie / Whatcha gonna do? / Fella like me Location: 19:00 yest, in an office wondering what I've done Mood: exhausted Music: know I know I know About your kind Some people said they found new musicians like The Wreckers, Camera Obscura and KT Tunsall through this blog so, I'd like to also introduce you to Sophie Ellis Bextor - whom you just can't buy on iTunes for some reason. Sucks causes she's hella cool. She reminds me of No 1 in this vid - beautiful, well-dressed, pale skin, big eyes...mean*. Yep, that's her. ---------- Him: So, whatcha gonna do? Me: I have a cunning plan. Him: Really? Me: Well...I have a plan at least... ---------- I met a girl a while back that shot me an email recently and another conversation that reminded me that I should keep trying to get the three parts of my life in sync. Me: You'll like being single. Her: Why? Me: (shrugging) Cause now you can meet a fella like me. *note, No 1's the only ex I ever really say anything negative about because, well, see the pic in this post. Tags:
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Tuesday, November 06, 2007 | |
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I'm in Loc | |
