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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sweep the leg

Location: 18:20, yest, adjusting watch on Broadway
Mood: annoyed
Music: I'll soon be back again That's what I said in China

A daylight shot of NYC buildings

Kreese
: Sweep the leg. (pause) Do you have a problem with that?
Johnny: No, Sensei.

In three years, never really discussed politics. Having said that, always considered myself a moderate conservative. Believe in small government, free markets, few social programs, meritocracies, etc.

This judge once wrote of the Chinese, "[t]heir dissimilarity in physical characteristics, in language, manners, and religions...prevent the possibility of their assimilation with our people." He hoped that "some way may be devised to prevent their further immigration."

Here's the thing though, he wrote that while striking down this law called the Pigtail Ordinance.

Why? Not cause he liked the Chinese, he hated us, but cause the law itself was unconstitutional.

It was a law that was innocent on it's face - if you went to jail you hadta get your hair cut - but clearly it was an end runaround meant to harass the Chinese and their queues. Even the authors of the bill acknowledged this.

So the judge struck it down. Cause, as much as he hated the Chinese, he respected the law. And a law that singled out one group of people - and he grudgingly admitted we were people - was unconstitutional. And thus, he had to strike it down, making him seriously unpopular in Cali.

This health care issue troubles me. The whole tenor of it bugs me. Cause people don't seem to want a fair fight.

The judge's view was this, "Despite my personal feeling, my personal hatred, I'll put that aside to do what's right for the country. If we're right - that Chinese're second class people - then we don't gotta break the law to prove it."

Course, he was wrong on that point but that's neither here nor there.

Look, if y'really have a strong point, use that. Don't make up things like death panels and resort to things like heckling.

Don't people, liberals/conservatives, just get tired of just making crap up to win? Like the idiots that genuinely think 9/11 was by the Bush administration or a Jewish cabal.

It's sad when you have to point to a racist and say, "Even this $@#$@ guy..."

It's a sad state of affairs, is what I'm trying to say.

YASYCTAI: Do you know any other stories of someone that you wouldn't expect to fight fairly, but did? Find it so interesting, when people don't act like you'd expect. (20 mins/1 pt)

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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Affected

Location: same black chair; different room
Mood: busy
Music: Got me affected, spun me 1-80 degrees

An alfresco restaurant in downtown NYC.

My phone's been ringing again. Nuthin steady, nuthin huge, a trickle, really. But it's something. And after months of nuthin, something's good.

It's a bit odd, to be busy again with things for pure monetary exchange. The humdrum of work again.

But it's a good thing; the cadence of waking up, making coffee - for two oftentimes - PB&J or oatmeal, Good Morning America, and then...work?

Well, it's hardly work yet. But it's something.

Always said that my year begins in September. The rhythm of regularity. Am looking forward to it now more than in years.

S'weird, to be excited for the coming monotony.

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September 11th again
. Has it been eight years already?

Someone told me that I dwell too much on it considering I wasn't "affected."

Didn't know what to say, so I changed the subject. How can one explain what it's like?

YASYCTAI: none, really (0 mins/0 pts)

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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Any fool

Location: in my thoughts
Mood: so very sad
Music: A long, long time ago. I can still remember



Got a call from Rain earlier to get together today. Made me think. What I wrote last year still rings true.

Y'know, there was a TKTS booth in the World Trade Center. Was 17 when I first went there to pick up tix for me and my girlie. Les Mis.

There was an escalator going up to the booths and the lines would sometimes snake around the floor as people waited for their tickets. Had a red Aiwa cassette tape player to keep me company while I waited. Two tapes and a cassette player - way before Ipods, kiddies.

The people in those buildings were ordinary people like you and me. It’s why when Chrissie Hynde said, We (expletive) deserve to get bombed. Bring it on, I hope the Muslims win, I got sick.

Cause, it could easily have been me. Or even her. Or some 17 year-old kid buying a ticket for his girlie. Someone coulda called me, or my brother, or my kid sister, and said, Hey, let's get together downtown. That's exactly what happened to my buddy Bryson. Luckily, he always runs late. My high school classmate wasn't so lucky. Those sons of motherless bitches murdered him a few weeks before his wedding. Disintegrated rather. Nuthin's left of him. Nuthin. Poof.

I hope they lose. Cause otherwise, fools like Chrissie can't speak her mind. Even fools like her deserve the right to speak our minds, no matter how stupid. No matter how obscene.

Cause obscenities are fought with words not 747s filled with people - even if they're just simple words from a clown. Or a heartbroken 30-something C+ class womanizer.

Goddamn. They punched a hole in my pretty city.

They punched a hole in my home that's still there.

YASYCTAI: Watch the video above (9 mins/1 pt)

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