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Tuesday, July 29, 2008 | |
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All good things come to an end Location: my office Mood: heartbroken Music: the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away  Him: What's the point of dating her if it's not going anywhere? Me: All relationships end. Some just end sooner than others. Anthropologist Ernest Becker once said that Everything that man does in his symbolic world is an attempt to deny and overcome his grotesque fate. All relationships end. And all relationships that matter end in tears. It's just the way it goes. There's nothing you adore now, that you can hold now, that you won't lose at some point down the line. Either because it goes - or you go. It's all ashes and dust and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. And it doesn't matter how you go, yeah? Someone'll wish you didn't. Writers try and cheat the end we know is coming. It's our sad way of staying longer than we should. Because I've tricked you, you see. I've made you think of me. My grandmother passed away. I'm heartbroken.  Please don't say, I'm sorry. Tell me something funny or interesting. Cause I gotta go home and dunno what to say to my mom. I'm a crap writer. I've run outta words. Labels: church, dialogue, discussion, faith, family, goodbye  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, July 18, 2008 | |
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Talk. I'd listen Location: 8:19, trying to figure out what to clean first Mood: excited Music: so few come and don't go  Everything here, I say to my friends in real life; it's why Jill thought I was giving her lines when I was just being myself. One thing I tell people all the time is: drink rum. Seriously, do me a favor this weekend and one night do nuthin but pound rum. Mojitos, Captain n Coke, aged rum on the rocks with a slice of orange, whatever - just don't drink any other type of alcohol. Drink one glass of water with a multivitamin fore you sleep and see how you feel the next day. No hangover. Plus, note that you'll feel "happy" versus "angry." Those same two chemicals I told you bout last time not only give you that nasty hangover but also make you an angry drunk. The beauty of rum is when you go on a bender, it only lasts that night. The next day you're just as productive as you woulda been had you not been on a bender at all. Rum. It's nature's perfect drink. Another thing I say to people all the time is Proverbs 27:17, which goes Iron sharpens iron, so friends sharpen friends. The people you surround yourself with are your mirrors to the world. It's also why it's painful when people leave your Venn Diagram. You dull a little when they do. Interestingly, that bible quote was in an article on relationships in the NY Times. The article notes that more marriages are killed by silence than by violence. It's harder than you might think. The talking. Her: My thing is that I just lose interest in people. You know how when you just want someone gone and you don't even want them to say anything? Ever? I hate how that feels. Me: (slowly) More than you know. Her: Yes. So that's why I wanna go slowly. I'm getting ahead of myself by trying to stay behind. Does that make sense? (pause) We don't have to stop talking yet. You could talk. I'd listen.Me: OK then, let me tell you a story... Labels: church, dialogue, discussion, rum, single life, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Friday, June 06, 2008 | |
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Jill Location: 21:34 yest, grocery shopping w/a pretty lady Mood: proud Music: I'm happy for you I think I'm gonna take that drive  ---------- My religion says, quite plainly, that there is a separation of church and state. Only bad things can come if the two mix. History's borne this out: The Crusades, the Inquisition, State terrorism - all tangible examples of religion used as a sharp object with the obvious results. Religion's a shield. It's never been a good sword. More importantly though, it's counterproductive; religion with government strengthens government but kills religion. In Europe, where tax is still levied to pay for churchs, belief's at an all time low. Here in America, where religion is not allowed into government, a whopping 50% of the population believes. For the good of religion and people, the god and government should never mix. I bring this up cause Jill's being sued by the local priest; he wants to protect the children - despite her being in full compliance with local laws. Personally, I want neither a priest nor the government protecting my children's moral constitution - when I get 'em, I'll protect them just fine, thank you. Also, it's ludicrous to have the choices of adults dictated by the possibility that a child's sensibilities may be affected. That's why we have parents. If you're in the area (or even if you're not) here's a petition. As for Jill and me, our Venn Diagrams separated not that long ago but she dropped me a line recently and it was good to hear from her. It's always good to hear from people from your possible pasts, yeah? Y'know, I met her on a random Saturday night a while back. Let's see what happens this Saturday night. Labels: church, discussion, jill mcdevitt, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, May 19, 2008 | |
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Ships in the night Location: 7AM yest, stumbling home Mood: hoping Music: Hey Snowflake! What 'cha doin on Arlington Place?  Me: Ships in the night? Her: I'm sorry what? Me: (laughing) My mistake...thought you were someone else.Friday, go to a party thrown by Jenny and friends - they hired a bartender and had an open bar. Sweeeeeet. Saturday, spend the day roaming the hood with with HEI. We end up having a wind-tunnel-like lunch at the Boat Basin. She's all sorts of lovely. Saturday night, go to a friend's b-day party. Meet someone I swear is the Ship In the Night Girlie. Her: It sounds like it could be me, but I don't remember. Me: (disappointed) Then it wasn't you. Her: How do you know it wasn't me?Me: Cause you'd remember a fella like me. Her: That's awfully egotistical of you.Me: (sighing) Don't mean it to be. But it's true. She and I hang out with Paul and WM til six in the morning. We finish up the night at a French bistro downtown as the run rises. Lose my phone - ugh. That's a whole entry in itself. Don't get into bed until 7AM. Wake up a little while later and run in the rain to meet up for a memorial lunch for Mike. His sister gives me an envelope fulla singles; said she wanted me to hand them out to anyone that asked for help cause Mike woulda liked that. Said I would. Hop off to church where I meet a girl from Holland and end up walking this girl Beth home - she's involved but fun company. Give her the nickel tour before we run into Jenny and some other people 'round the way. Finally get a few moments to think. Wonder if I'll ever see Ship in the Night Girl again. Stupid isn't it? You see a girl for a moment and she's in your head weeks later? Her: (to WM) Your friend's so peculiar. (to me) You're so peculiar. Maybe I am the Ship in the Night Girl. Me: You're not, but thanks. (taking her hand) We'll be friends, yeah? Her: Yes.There're numbers I'll never get again in that phone I lost. Seems like more ships pass me in the night than I thought. ---------- Ran into my friend Christianne tonight too. Here's a story about her or you can just listen to her sing to you now...  Labels: choices, church, mike, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, April 07, 2008 | |
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He keeps calling Location: in my shower, thinking Mood: wicked Music: And when you think it's all over, It's not over, it's not over  Her: You're leaving? Again? What're you, a viejo? Me: (kissing her cheek) Very much, pretty lady. Very much. Was leaving cause I was thinking of ringing SX when I ran into a pair of green eyes. Her: Abby. Me: Logan. (shaking her hand) Well look at us - we're like ships in the night; you're stepping in, I'm stepping out. We'd have lovely children, you and I, what with my looks and your brains. They'd be a shoe-in for the ivy league. Her: What? (laughing) Then stay.Me: Can't. Got an appointment to keep. But New York's a small town - ships in the night, yeah? Her: Yeah.Walking to the subway, flicked on my mobile and dialed a number. I'm sleeping, she said, but we talked until dawn anyway. Saturday involved more rum, the Token girl (who's moving 'round the way), the bouncers at Solas (who turned me upside down), Paul and a German girl in Zum Schneider (who was entertaining), and a Russian blond (who was awfully handy) on 9th Street. Sunday night, went to church and sat next to a friend who told me she couldn't make it to my birthday. Then I walked home with Jenny again. It's Monday. Got 11 days left; the devil's been calling. Afraid I'll have to answer at some point. The devil and God comes when you're on your knees. Don't wanna be on my knees again. Thankfully, that's where the rum comes in.  Labels: choices, church, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, March 10, 2008 | |
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The Prodigal Location: my own apartment for a change Mood: anxious Music: You're like a favorite song to That melody, that melody I love  Was out this weekend with Paul. He got a killer Hong Kong gig lined up so if any of you are from there, drop me a line? He's the guy I go out with the most so if you do end up showing him around, he'll fill you in on about 40% of what I leave out in this blog. Consider it a bargain. Plus he's the gold-standard of wingmen. Speaking of being out, a girlie and I got into a theological discussion at a bar recently about the parable of The Lost Son/The Prodigal Son. Yes, I like to interrupt my drinking with religious discussions. Of course, she's a bisexual pescatarian - although not from NJ. I always felt that the older brother got screwed. Here, the younger son blows all his coin, lives it up and comes back broke, only to be welcomed by his father. The older brother's pissed. He was loyal. He took care of his scratch, his family and here's this messed up brother who gets welcomed back with open arms. A party no less. How's that fair? Now I see it like this; the father loved all kids and so:
I So I sigh, put on my brown shoes, my happy face and wait for the 1 train to roll in. And I hold my breath for the weekend to come again. Hello, Monday. What do you have for me this week? Labels: church, discussion, hope Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, February 11, 2008 | |
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Speaking of so quick to come and go Location: 21:00, leaving church because Mood: confused Music: baby, i got kid gloves, baby, i got heart I was a foot away from them in one of their last concerts. Shame they broke up, they were awesome. Speaking of awesome, met someone in church recently but, as I said before, anywhere but church. Speaking of anywhere, had another random weekend but I suppose that's for another time. Speaking of time, this'll be my first St. Val's solo since I was 16. Speaking of St. Val's...                   ? Labels: church, hope, luscious jackson, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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