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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Gone Fisher King (but coming back)

Y'ever kinda just space out while walking or driving and just magically end up on your doorstep? Hold that thought.

There's this great line from The Fisher King where the lead, who's destroyed a buncha people's lives, wails out, "If there were some way I could just pay the fine and go home."

S'never that easy. Did you ever complete that sentence, The purpose of life is....?

My answer I actually told you once a while ago, cept, I didn't tell you. It was my dating philosophy: Leave people better off having met you. Note that I never said "girlies."

Did it to try and help the world out; turns out it helped me out.

Thought I'd take this time to tell you some things, cause I still get the occasional email asking:

The PCD is doing very well; we chat every so often. She's onea my people, even though we never see each other. She's also Beatrix from an old entry and you can read up on her love life here.
And the HEI is doing well too; she's packed up and gone to see about a boy and a life out west. She drops me a line here and there.
Caligirl got married and that's a story in itself.
Elle's finding her way through the big city and finding herself along the way.
The Italian Lawyer, GES, the writer, human resources girl, and others I run into from time-to-time.
It was the SX's birthday recently but she's MIA. She, like most of them've left my Venn Diagram. Suppose that's probably for the best.

Finally, there's Heartgirl. She's asked that I not write about her so I don't but I think it'd be amiss if I didn't. Because I've set her apart.

Spent the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you about her. I've decided that she's my receipt.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still hustling for scratch, several items on my body are broken and/or bruised. Lotsa fail.

But I think she's my cashed check from Life saying, OK, y'did some horrible, _____ things in your life. And I still promise you nuthin but pain. But alla that stuff y'did? For that, we're square. You've paid your fine...and you can go home.

It's been almost exactly three years - August 17, 2006 - since I left who I was to figure out who I wanted to be; three years since my feet were pointed home.

Tonight, while talking to her, looked up to realize that I was almost there.

Was thinking that this was gonna be my last entry. Was gonna put down: Gone Fish'n and be off.

But this blog helped me find my way. So even if there's only one person that still reads me, wanna say "Thanks" for taking the time. (Mom, if it's you, "rum" is what kids call "apple juice").

Gonna take next week off while I try and figure out a few things and spend some time with Heartgirl. But I'll be back Sept 1st round midnight, like always.

See y'then, yeah?

YASYCTAI: Come back September 1st. (a week/1 pt)

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The SOOR

Location: apparently Dante's eighth circle
Mood: goodness, so hot
Music: been looking for something else. Duel it

Me: Realized why I don't wear flip-flops out. Think it's cause when I was a kid, used to and then when the other kids tried to beat me up, couldn't run away fast enough.

Her: (immediately) Oh don't worry, I'll protect you now.

Went drinking with Nadi and Paul at his pad this past Saturday. Quite something when you start drinking at 5PM and call it a night at 10.

Things have been pretty good these days; clients're slowly coming out of the woodwork. Been busy lately, not so must busy with coin production so much as busy with preparation for coin production.

Eh, tomayto, tomahto...

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Him: Gonna have the talk with her today, wish us luck.

Got no fewer than four friends that've had the SOOR (Status Of Our Relationship) talk.

Two got their walking papers, one got conditional employment, one got a permanent position - though, really, all good relationships're temp-to-perm at some point, yeah?

Think maybe that's why I was upset with onea my friends. Cause I felt like he already filled the position with some imaginary person and was just stringing the contestant along. But he says he wasn't and he's an honest fellow.

Frank Sinatra had this song I heard once where he said something like, doesn't matter if you're the dumper or the dumpee, sucks either way. Or not.

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Me: Can't do it, my finger's broken.

Him: (rolling eyes) Somethings always broken on you...

Lost my health insurance. This means no wrestling for me for now.

Still gonna fence though - grown men stabbing each other with pointy things, what could go wrong there?

YASYCTAI: Help me find that Frank Sinatra song! (60 mins/1 pt)

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

No, not that Matthew Perry...

Location: 14:00 yest, melting at 14th Street
Mood: still #@$@#$@# hot
Music: Callin all nations To put it on the line

Police cars near the PATH station in downtown NYC

Her: Cruise's a good actor. I mean, when he plays a character, he's that character. Not like...like Claire Danes or Matthew Perry, who just play themselves every time.

Obviously I'm a history nerd in addition to being a tech one. It's the truest expression of egalitarianism, cause people do the same thing over and over regardless of race, creed or religion.

People're people, world around. And people're not sane, world around.

People think that Asia didn't have guns way back then. They did. The Japanese has it as far back as the 16th Century but they pretty much banned it around the 17th century. Which woulda been great except fast forward to March 31, 1854, when Matthew Perry (not that Matthew Perry) sailed into Japan with a crapton of guns.

Last Thursday, the Hiroshima mayor backed Obama's call to get ridda all nuclear bombs by 2020. Which would be great if everyone was sane. They're not.

Scarier is that these not sane people find each other and toss their not sane ideas back and forth. 1970's Cambodia, 1930's Germany, Saudi Arabia, North Korea - these're whole countries with people not operating with a full deck at the helm.

Look I'm a pacifist. But the problem with most people is that they think, "Well, I wouldn't do that." That's a dangerous thing to think. Cause most people don't do what you'd do - they do what they'd do.

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Finally feels like August in the big city; I need a slip-n-slide like below.
Cannot wait for the fall...

YASYCTAI: Have you been in the water yet this summer? Y'gotta...(40 mins/0.5 pts)
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Thursday, August 06, 2009

Beautiful plans

Location: 20:00, yest, leather couch on 73rd
Mood: still hot
Music: I was following though with my beautiful plans

Him: Ran into your ex the other day...she didn't really want to talk about what happened with you two.

Me: Don't blame her - wasn't our best moment, if you will.

Him: Y'don't hate her?

Me: (thinking) Put it this way - if y'were a 31 year-old chick in a happy, stable, relationship, would you throw it all away on some meaningless flings? In other words, how much of a ______ would I have to be for her to do that? Wasn't our best moment. Wasn't my best moment. But I'm trying to be better.

Her: He and I were married 10 years. Now we're not. I had all these plans...

Me: Yeah, y'had all these beautiful plans. Now you gotta come up with new ones. And you will. Right now, y'think of them every minute yeah? But in a while, it'll be every other minute. Then it'll be every other hour. One day you'll realize, y'didn't think of them, or him, all day. Then someday months'll go by when y'don't think of them.

Her: I can't imagine that...

Me: That's what I thought.

Since I'm probably older than you, two random thinks I've learned:

Y'don't know if that terrible thing you're going through is putting onto a better path. It's the rough times I told you about. So wait.
When y'get to be 36, you wanna strangle your 25, 20 and 15 year-old selves alla time for being such an idiot/jerk/drinker/whore/sap/etc.

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Had a condo board meeting today. Tried several times to resign as president. Nope. It's like being in the mafia. Damn that Asian work ethic...

YASYCTAI: Write yourself an email and send it on a delay, like five or 10 years. And start it off with, (NAME), it's you. Sorry for screwing you. Also, sorry for eating alla those donuts and smoking, dude. Really...(10 mins/1 pt)
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Details in my eye

Location: my pad all day
Mood: melancholy
Music: We stood so tall we caught a plane by the wing and held it

Spent last Friday bouncing around a farm in upstate NY in the rain. Funny thing was that the price for 3,441,240 SF farm is about the same as my 1,700 SF apartment.

Came back to hit up a birthday party for my bro at a karaoke joint. Friends, pizza, rum - what's there not to like? Afterward we went to this rooftop bar in midtown. My liver and I're on speaking terms again so took it easy.

Feel bad that I didn't have enough time to spend with my bro but was glad to see him when I could.

Told onea our close friends and favourite people that when I was 14, I was 5'3" and 185 pounds. And she told us that she had a little sister that she lost when the sis was 19. Dunno how y'make it past something like that; how do you overcome that blow?

Let's you and I never find out, yeah?

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I can only hope

that Some day, some day,

not quite so far away,

the contrails in the sky

match the details in my eye

and I'll be who

I'm meant to be.