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Thursday, April 15, 2010 | |
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Logan's 37/Adulthood's funny Location: in front of my iPad. Mood: old but content Music: find myself remembering now and then  Heartgirl got me an iPad. She's lovely - both the iPad and Heartgirl. ---------- Him: So why is oriental offensive to people? Me: (shrugging) Three reasons, I suppose: 1. It means east, which implies easta someth'n, and if we're east, then easta who? 2. It picks up connotations just like any word does. Like there's nuthin wrong with the word piss, it's just the monosyllabic Anglo-Saxon waya saying the polysyllabic Latin urination. But connotations, y'know? (pause) And 3. it's a rug dude, something you walk on. Would you wanna be called something that people wipe their feet on? Him: (laughing) No, I suppose not. Met up with onea the fellas that I brought to court recently - not this idiot but his landlord - and cost me some Manhattan real estate. Nice guy, actually. Adulthood's funny. People you war with today, y'might find sitting across a peach-coloured couch in the future, discussing the finer points of etymology. The key's to not just fight hard but honorably. And when the fighting's over, just move on. He gets props cause he fought a good fight. If things were different, we mighta been friends. Speak'na adulthood, 37 on Saturday. Way closer to 40 than 20. Luckily, there's rum in my not-too-distant future to soften the blow. For thosea you reading me for a while, you know the drill - wanna know if anyone's still reading besides the four or five stalwart commenters I got. So, wish me a happy birthday, alla you bastards that read me but never say anything.  YASYCTAI: Hit that comment button. (1 min/0.5 pts) Labels: birthday, dialogue, discussion  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 8 comments ::
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Thursday, April 23, 2009 | |
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So here's what I remember Location: 20:00 yest., eating another piece of sushi in Queens Mood: burp Music: I'm tearing at the seams. You on the other hand  Don't wanna go out for my birthday but Paul insists. He, Hazel and WM take me out for some killer Indian food. Afterward, Paul and Hazel pick up a bottle of rum and we kill it on a balcony overlooking Broadway in the Village. Paul even picked up a cake. Me: Have I thanked you enough for this? Paul: Yeah...no prob, as long as you had a good one for a change. Everyone needs a good birthday. Me: Well, my birthdays are usually pretty good - it's just that the other 364 days leave much to be desired. Stupid friends won't even let a guy be depressed on his birthday.  Saturday, dash off to Brooklyn for something and rush home to make a wedding for a buddy I've not seen in years. The most beautiful woman in the room spies me walking in and takes my hand. Her: (beaming) You came! I keep talking about you. (takes me by the hand and pulls me in front of a table of strangers) Everyone - this is my son. Everyone (in unison): Hello! Me: (laughing) Hi. My world's a small place. Alla my guy friends are comparing their ueber expensive automatic watches. Sold mine to pay for for law school stuff. Miss my Seamaster the most. But don't have time to be sad. Dash off to see my buddy El for her housewarming. Rain and the gang're there including Tess (who's in Kings, should it not get canceled) and Eve. We all go up to the roof, which is dark. But not in a cool way, more in a pitch black kinda way. Eve: This is sorta nice. Me: Yeah, if you're a rapist. Rape-y becomes the word of the night .  While there, get a call from a girl Shin I've not seen in 15 years telling me she's in town. She's a professor now. Crazy. So we meet up and soon, about eight of us are in a karaoke bar downtown where people are butchering Phil Collins. My brother's best friend is there with her 18 year old sister who delights in the fact that I'm, quite literally, twice her age now. She puts a note in front of me that makes me laugh. But it's almost 3AM and Shin's boyfriend turns out to be a drunk douche so I bounce before I can deck him.  Yesterday, I see Heartgirl. We go out and she has a glass of wine and listens to my stories. I like her more than anything. Even rum. Today, have dinner with the family at an all-you-can eat buffet. Sister: Why are you sitting like that? Me: So I can get a better view of the sushi chef. You have to plan these things. Thanks for the birthday wishes, they meant a lot to me. Really. Every writer likes knowing that someone, somewhere's reading them. YASYCTAI: Have you called your mother? (10 mins/2 pts) Labels: birthday, dialogue, family, friends, New York City, nightlife, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Friday, April 17, 2009 | |
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Logan's 36/Say Anything Location: noon, yest, midtown Mood: stressed Music: don't know if our fate's already sealed  Two observations: (1) Got no fewer than four friends with relationships on the rocks; (2) I always get hit on more in the spring. Think they're related: it's spring cleaning. People wanna be out and about maybe, capitalize on the weather, see what else's out there. As for Heartgirl and me, well, last weekend was just perfect. And we both know that perfect and I don't work well together; she's still tired of hearing me talk. But I'd like to see how our story goes. There was a time when bad things happened to you, you put on a black mourning jacket as a quiet testament to your sorrow. Nowadays, it's a lotta status updates, vitriol and poor grammar. That's why I try to sort things out before I write about them. Waited almost a month before I told you about the theft. And three months after my initial breakup to tell you about it. Need time to make sure something's actually something and not a whole lotta nuthin. Wonder if I can still tell the diff. Everyone's got a place where they go to sort things out. King Midas had his reeds. Lloyd Dobler had his friends. Me? I keep thinking that I'd like to go elsewhere, and still not necessarily somewhere and tell them my story. Cause who'd believe it? But since I can't, suppose I got this here blog. Write it for me more than anyone. But it's my birthday and I get to make a request, yeah? I don't ask for much, don't think: world peace, some soup from time-to-time, the occasional call... My request is this: who's still reading? Yeah, I've got my stalwart group of people that comment and drop by with regularity (thanks guys) but I'm curious if it's just them. In my head, I imagine there're people that never comment yet read me regardless. So, just like last year and the time before: wish me a happy birthday and say something, alla you bastards that read me but never say anything.  YASYCTAI: Comment. (5 mins/0.5 pts) www.loganlo.com Labels: birthday, discussion, soup, waiting Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 9 comments ::
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 | |
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Easter 2009 Location: four hours ago, my couch eating cold cereal Mood: potentially sick Music: I like me so much better when you're naked  My birthday's this weekend but I've got more weddings to go to. Wedding season has begun again. So Heartgirl gave me my gift early. LOGAN'S BIRTHDAY WEEKEND SCHEDULE OF EVENTS - APRIL 11-12 2009 Saturday, April 11, 2009 10:00 - Casa Heartgirl Breakfast by Heartgirl. I make the pancakes. She gives me presents: a good chef's knife and a bowl - cause it's about time, I guess. 13:00 - Intercontinental-Barclay Hotel Check in and have people call me, sir and Mr. Heartgirl. Walking distance to the joint that Leona Helmsley sued me over. Long story, I'll tell you about it someday (maybe). 14:00 - International Centre of Photography Get rained out so we just relax at the hotel. 18:00 - Smith & Wollensky's Order the fillet migion with Roquefort, she has the trout. Dessert is a coconut cake with vanilla ice cream. Note to self: Work out. 21:00 - Photography around Midtown East  Sunday, April 12, 2009 11:00 - Breakfast at the Intercontinental-Barclay Hotel $65 for ok eggs benedict and coffee. Breakfast at Casa Heartgirl was better. 12:00 - Easter along 5th Avenue Evidently, during Easter, people put on all sortsa funny hats and parade about on 5th Avenue. 35 years and I did not know this. 13:00 - Crash other Expensive Hotels Heartgirl poses in front of a chocolate sculpture when a douche reaches over. just rips a piece of it right off and stuffs it into his pocket. 14:00 - West Branch Order the cuban sandwich with fresh chips, she has salmon and a salad. Note to self: Really you fat bastard, work out. You're gonna be 36 soon. 17:00 - Church Ask for more days like these, if at all possible. Heartgirl catches me planning out a recipe during the sermon.  Today, spent the day running around looking for coin to pay my dentist and accountant, waiting in line at the bank, and trying to straighten out some mobile issues. Days like the past weekend help me get through the rest of them.  YASYCTAI: Plan a nice getaway, even if it's only in your head. Hopeful is good. (60 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Labels: birthday, Easter, grace, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, April 17, 2008 | |
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Logan's 35 / The lies you tell yourself. Location: 13:00 yest, Harlem Mood: excited Music: Coming outta my cage and I've been doing just fine 
That's the stupidest one of all. Following that logic: I'm not the type of guy that drives because I've never driven before. It's all horse___, you know? The lies you tell yourself. It's all horse____. Put another way: you're not the person you know you could be, causa the lies you tell yourself. I'm pensive. Turning 35 today. Halfway to getting my ticket punched, and still waiting for my real life to begin. Been thinking, maybe it begins when you stop lying to yourself. When you take that nasty truth, bite into it and swallow. Then go in for seconds. Wish I did it a lot earlier myself. Then again, wish I bought Google at 300 bucks, kissed Stella in 9th grade, and didn't have my life's savings stolen. But whaddya gonna do? A pretty lady from a sun-kissed beach just dropped me a line and another pretty lady's heading my way for a spell. Plus there's the weekend. Hoping for some awesome to head my way. Some awesome, and maybe another whole wheat donut, would be nice. Now...wish me a happy birthday, alla you bastards that read me and never say anything. Labels: birthday, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 10 comments ::
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