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Wednesday, January 30, 2008 | |
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Mighty Forces in a Golden Cup Location: well, my mind's elsewhere Mood: hopeful Music: I thought it out this very day. Noon upon the clock Christine, danke sehr... Basil King once said, Be bold - and mighty forces will come to your aid. I think this is true. Your friends, your family, yourself. It all comes together, somehow. Not perfectly, but it does. It's been 16 months since I became single. Seven months since the car accident. Three months since the theft. And I'm still here. I drink a little more, I drive a little less and my clothes are exactly the same. But I'm still here. Labels: depression, hope, video  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, January 28, 2008 | |
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9 to 6 or 6 to 9 / 25 or 6 to 4 Location: two hours ago, having dinner on Columbus Mood: restless Music: Searching for something to say; Waiting for the break of day  Half-an-hour earlier, I'm walking alone in the snow to the West Side Highway to catch a cab home. An hour earlier, I'm in Guest House with Gio and Paul both gaming the same hottie. Drama. I'm too old for drama. As usual Gio floated us in and gets us a table with a bottle of vodka. Not my poison but it's comped so I take it. I chat up a group of lovely Irish actresses and girl from Kentucky that's a great dancer. Two hours earlier, I'm in Sway being told by a girlie from Holland that I should meet her again in the hidden club at the Village. Nah. Four hours earlier, I'm with "Clara" celebrating her birthday at Sugar. I tell her to text all my friends: Logan's all up in my grill - where are you guys? thinking they'll come save her. Nope. Six hours earlier, I run into an old ghost from my club days. I tell him I'm a Christian and don't run hustle or sweatboxes any more. I don't think he believed me. He woulda never had believed I got grifted. Seven hours earlier, I'm speaking crappy German and Chinese to Benlbr at The Back Room where John McEnroe slipped past me. Ben and I are on our own tight schedules but it's good to meet up. Eight hours earlier, I'm stepping into Bar 151 with Paul to see Kung, the Grey-Eyed Girl and Randi. Two girls smile at me but I demur to saying hello. I'm on a schedule. I'm on the wrong side of 9PM when I stick my key in my door and turn to lock it. I'm wondering what'll happen this weekend. Labels: long walk home, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life, story Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Friday, January 25, 2008 | |
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Cornell Location: guess Mood: nostalgic Music: I feel like I just got home and I feel like...I'm home  ---------- I'm in Cornell right now; was working in the library until just before. Spent the day running about causa work. I followed my GPS to get here so it took me on a road I never took before. I was disappointed because I didn't see it rise up like it always does. I ate in the food hall and felt very, very old. Then I took a long walk to the main campus. The campus was pretty much completely empty because it was late and hella cold. It was weird because I was always out by myself late at night because of the insomnia so, on the one hand, it looked like it always did to me; on the other - they built this monstrosity in the middle of my campus. Guess, you can't go home again. More to tell but I'm sorting. I really I don't think I'm seeing the green-eyed Italian lawyer until March and I completely randomly thought of the curly-haired girl today because she went to school near here. But I'm seeing L tonight for dinner if I can make it back in time. I've not seen her in months either. My timing's never right but the Venn Diagrams I draw make up for it somewhat.  Labels: Cornell, long walk home, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, January 24, 2008 | |
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Well, that's weird... Location: 20:47 yest, exiting the subway Mood: working Music: oooh I really liked you, must have been your attitude  Well, that's weird, I thought as I peered into my aquarium, where're all the fish? I looked closer and they were all floating. That's not good. Interestingly, little bubbles were all over my plants - so many in fact, that one was freed from the gravel and floated up to the top. I've been busy and away a lot, but I had an electronic feeder so they shoulda been fine. Sighing, I grabbed the net and began to reach into the tank to fish soma the poor buggers out when: ZZZZAP!!!! I got a nasty, nasty shock and jumped back. I thought, That can't be. So I did what any red-blooded guy would do: I did it again BAM! Another shock. Dammit. The heater had fallen into the water and electrocuted all my fish. I wish I could draw sometimes, because I think my life would make a good cartoon. ---------- I should be here until Friday for some work. I went to college there a long time ago. I'm looking forward to pigging out at the food hall - because, deep-down, I'm a fatty-fat-fat. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008 | |
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Outta Time Location: 02:00 yest, hopping a train in Chelsea Mood: mellow Music: Whatever's out there waiting for me I'm going to face it willingly  Her: You don't have my email address? You could have just googled me. Me: (pointing at self) Not a stalker. The last time I saw her, she told me she loved Heroes and I ended up inhaling all the episodes last month in a bout of insomnia. Her: I'd like to have the power of the Suggestion Girl Me: Hmm, I'd like the power of Adam and the Cheerleader where they heal super-quick. You could live forever. Her: But wouldn't you be lonely?Me: (thinking, then nodding) I told her that 15 years ago, I graduated from college and that 15 years from now, I'll be 50. Her eyes got so big that I laughed. Guess I'll see her again in March. ---------- Vince Lombardi once said, We didn't lose the game; we just ran out of time. Given a long enough time-line, I think I can make it. I'm hoping I'll have enough time. Labels: dating, dialogue, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Friday, January 18, 2008 | |
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You and I know the reason why / Her Location: 20:00 yest, caught in the rain Mood: slightly less sick Music: We'd spend our days travelin' I fell in and out of imaginary love driving past 66th Street and Fifth Avenue. She was wearing jeans with a black hat, waiting for the light to change. She looked at me and we locked eyes. Just a moment really, but it seemed longer. I dunno why, but I thew her a wink and she burst out laughing. So she blew me a kiss and waved as she crossed the street. I laughed by myself in my car. For a moment I thought about calling out to her but then I figured, why ruin a perfectly good moment? The light changed anyway, as it always does so she and I blended back into the 8.2. Maybe it was her again - I still have her heart. It's finally Friday. I'm still sick but I think I'm good enough to have some red rum and daydream about Her and what might've been. Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, story Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 7 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008 | |
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Postcards and Peanut Butter Location: 9:00 yest, the subway platform, waiting Mood: yep, still sick Music: I'll get over you, I know I will  I think Life's talking to me again. The Grey-Eyed Girl and Berlingirl told me I should listen. I'm trying. I blog less these days so it doesn't become a daily bitch-fest (Let's see what minor disaster befell Logan today). From 1994 to 2001, I pretty much disappeared. I made a sick amount of money, worked out constantly, traveled everywhere and wrote like you couldn't believe - like Ted Kaczynski on crack. Somewhere between page 1 and 972, I squeezed in law school, a fairly successful nightclub business, a few published works and 3.5 relationships. Through it all, my family was there, but I expected that. But I was a bit surprised that my friends always were too. There's this old joke that you have friends because you can't pick your family. I can see that. I bring this all up because some college buddies called me outta blue last week to check up on me. Bryson also stopped by last night to buy me dinner. And The Laura, Betts, someone that doesn't want to be mentioned and Daiseefut all recently sent me postcards. Plus, my church was talking about Job again, the 'rents are strangely insightful and I'm having these deep philosophical discussions in the weirdest joints. Odder still, two people I've not seen in at least 14 years randomly reached out to me; one today when I was eating my dinner of peanut butter outta the jar with a metal spoon. I was so surprised, I dropped the spoon. So yeah, I think Life's telling me something and, like I said, I'm trying to listen. I'm trying awfully hard. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Monday, January 14, 2008 | |
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Recent Conversations Location: 3:00 yest, having a gyro on Broadway & 78th Mood: still @#$@# sick Music: had to make it happen They never thought that I would make it  (c) Victor Kung I changed my default userpic on LJ (courtesy of my brother!). I figured I should change things up so you don't get bored. Her: What do you do again? Me: Ruthless businessman. Her: Me too! Except...I'm a girl. ----------Her: So I'm intrigued about this blog of yours. Do the women know you write about them? ----------Me: Only the ones that stay. Me: I got a camera. What'd you get for Christmas? Me: (pause) You don't...you don't have it on you, do you? Her: I wish! Me: I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm a little turned on right now.---------- Me: I got a camera. What'd you get for Christmas? Her: Eh, the usual. Oh! Alicia got me a bag of coke. That was awesome. Me: I really have to record my conversations with you.Her: Well, it wasn't all for me, we shared it. ---------- Employee: Why do you need her contact information? Me: I might need it. Employee: You don't need it.Me: I might need it. Employee: I'm telling you, you don't need it.Female supplier: (sitting uncomfortably then laughing): Here, I'll write it down. Me: (grinning) Thanks - you never know, I might need it.Employee: (rolling eyes) Sheyah. I'm taking a break now. ---------- Watching Planet Earth with Cain: Narrator: ...few signs of life and a desolate environment, there's little activity for months at a time. Cain: Much like Logan's bedroom. Me: I hate you.Labels: dialogue Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, January 11, 2008 | |
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Life - Real and otherwise Location: 21:00 yest, turning onto Northern Blvd. Mood: sick Music: I've fallen from my nest so high above Help me fly I am too afraid try  Him: Sit down, I wanna write you something. (writes) This is from Mencius. Before Life decides to give greatness onto someone, she'll test them first - she'll make them suffer. It's suffering that gives you depth and wisdom. Me: Thanks but...why're you telling me this now? Him: (shrugging) You got home so late. I thought you should know.Her: Do you want some rum? Me: (shocked) What? Her: I like rum. I've got the spiced kind for some rum cakes and one from Brazil. Do you like rum?Really, really weird. ---------- I wonder if you and I'd get along in real life. I'm told I'm funny and smell nice in RL; I'm also told I get moody right quick and disappear for months - years, sometimes. But I'd call or write - or at least wonder how you were. Honest. It's probably better you just come to this blog and find out what I'm up to, shug, and go, Eh, about the same. Speaking of the same, I'm sick again. Send soup? Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, January 10, 2008 | |
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You don't have Location: 7:20, sitting next to a pretty girl Mood: sick Music: All my friends say that of course it's gonna get better Doctor: You don't have cancer. It's a cyst, non-cancerous and it won't become cancerous Me: (sighing with relief) You have no idea how good it is to hear that. Doctor: (laughing) I have some idea. Wear a cup when you work out and briefs in general.Me: Who knew that I coulda taken away somea this recent stress by wearing tighty-whities? I almost wept when he said I didn't have cancer. No lie. Score one for me. The only person I told in the whole world besides the docs was my brother. Secrets are lonely things. For the male readers of this blog, you should know that: Although rare, testicular cancer is the most common form of cancer in men between the ages of 20 and 34.2. Take that under advisement. It only took five visits, three months, three doctors, three urine tests, two blood tests and one ultra-sound to find out. To celebrate, I made myself a burger on whole wheat. No ketchup, mayo. I'm sick with a cold but that I can handle. Sorry for the scare; I was up all night worrying. Crazy right? Just madness... Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008 | |
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Bit Player Location: 20:00 yest, leaving office hating life Mood: indescribable Music: On silver stars I wish and wish and wish  Talking with my mom about the situation. Her: Are you worried? Me: (nodding) Yes. Her: Don't be scared. Are you scared? Me: (nodding) Yes. Her: But you're gonna be alright, right? Me: (lying) Yes. Her: (satisfied) God will take care of you. Here's my fear. What if I'm the bit player? Take the story of Job. The story is that he suffered, but through his suffering, he lived the remainder of his life in happiness. So it worked out, in the end, somehow for him. But one of the reasons he suffered was because his kids all died. They were the bit players in Job's story. It didn't work out for them at all. We don't even know their names or anything about them. Nothing. Maybe my rotten luck is just for the benefit of some greater thing. I dunno. I'm going to the doctor for the fifth time tomorrow for something I've not mentioned yet because...my life's already so insane. I keep wondering if it's the lions' turn to win. The worst part of it all is that my mom's so worried already. I can't tell you how that makes me feel. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, January 07, 2008 | |
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Bello Location: 10:45 yest, 9th Street & Ave A Mood: thoughtful Music: We tried to find some words  Until early last Thursday morning. My name's Logan, I said. Che cosa? she asked. She spoke almost no English. Of course. So, after a bit, I decided to have a real-life IM with her. I typed out sentences on my phone and she read them and answered slowly. Her name was Roberta. She was going to see Niagara Falls (Cascata) with her family who were sitting somewhere else. We passed an hour chatting back and forth. When we arrived I said goodbye and started my work in Buffalo. Late that night, I caught the last flight to New York. And there she was. I never thought I'd see her again. She waved to me and as she walked over, I laughed and took out my phone. She too was only there for a day. The cascata was bello, she said, but way too freddo. Her: How old you? Me: Guess. Her: 24? Me: (shaking head) No, 34. Her: Wow. Me: How old are you? Her: Guess. Me: 24? Her: (shaking head) No, diciotto (18). I laughed and said, Of course you are. She didn't understand and just nodded. Then I stopped again said, "I hope you stay good and that Life is kind to you." Maybe I said that because I knew she wouldn't understand. She looked at me with a puzzled smile so I smiled back and said slowly, Goodbye, Roberta. Arriverderci, Logan, she said. I nodded and walked outta JFK and hopped into a car. Had another weekend, another story, but that's for another time. Funny, airports are such sad and happy places at the same time. Labels: dialogue, goodbye, random meetings, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, January 03, 2008 | |
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Sue and the King Location: 14:00 yest, being poked on 33rd & Lex Mood: stressed Music: its bad in December When they play those Christmas songs By the time you read this, I should be about here. An ex popped into my head today on the drive home. She's happily living in London with her new fella. I told her two summers ago that I would take a picture of my place and send it to her since it changed so much and she couldn't picture it. I never got around to it. I always think of her around this time because we traveled together for the holidays. She and I got along great but it just wasn't right. I really should take that pic of my apartment and email it to her but I never do. It's kinda nice at times when people pop into your head for no reason - like they stopped by for a cup of tea or something. Me: Stay, stay...just for a bit. I have Earl Grey and something sweet. Her: OK, just for a bit. I miss her; not so much the romance part but the friend part. I think that's what I always miss with every ex. This song makes me laugh but the King was right, few things are as good as Susan when she tried. Labels: Elvis, ex-girlfriend, nostalgia, the king Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008 | |
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2008 Location: 19:00 yest, cleaning out the fridge Mood: weird Music: oh, you don't do me in siren song; yeah, anyone would drown  Hazel, Paul and I went to three, very different, parties last night. The first was near me with the most amazing views and the nicest folk. The above pic was from the party. I met a museum curator with a nice laugh and got to know the hostess, a sweetheart from church, a bit better. The crowds were maddening. The second was in a 14th Street loft that was pitch-black, loud and not my scene. There, I ran into a girl I met randomly once. It turns out I kissed her friend. Super small world. I met a girl from Connecticut who drew me a picture. At the strike of midnight, I realized I was by myself again. The third was in the financial district with some old friends - the best kind, yeah? Clark, a buddy from law school was there. He's a MUCH better cook than me and taught me how to make the best baked brie and love Tabasco on anything. I wish I was sober enough to remember more. Called it a night at 4AM. On the train ride home, I had a sotted discussion with a nice young couple Her: We've been together eight years. Me: Eight years? Why don't you two lock it down? Her: Because marriage is just a concept. What does it do? Me: It keeps you from meeting a guy a like me, maybe. Him: (laughing) You seem a like a nice enough guy. Me: And that's where you're both wrong. (to guy) Lock her down. 'fore she meets a fella like me. Don't let my drunken charm fool either of you. It's true. 2008. Here's hoping it's less interesting but more fun. Come with? Y'know you wanna...  Labels: dialogue, New Year's Eve 2008, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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