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Stay Gold / The family you choose Location: two hours ago, Rockwood Music Hall Mood: entertained Music: winning you with words because I have no other way  We meet again at midnight. Next week, back to the usual posting schedule. Cool thing about my city's that you're only $2.25 away from adventure. The lady was working so I called up a buddy. Me: Jaymay's playing downtown 8PM. You in? Him: I dunno... Me: You're single. Never turn down an invitation. Him: I'll meet you there.  Great concert, seats and venue. She was super nice. Me: So, I'm gonna do the stupid tourist thing and ask for your autograph. Her: Do you have something to write on? (takes paper and writes) Me: Are you writing something mean? (turning to girl next to her) Is she writing something mean, like in high school? Her: (laughing and shaking my hand) Thanks for coming, Logan.  Have more stories for you; saw a great flick, baked a ham, and cut another friend loose. Suppose I'll tell mosta them to y'next week. The cutting of the friend, I'll tell you now. In a nutshell, your friends're the family y'choose. When you're a kid, y'choose them cause your mom tells you to or they got the locker nexta yours. Whatever. But as an adult, there's really only one reason to call someone your friend - Someone's your friend if you can answer this in the affirmative: Will this person, to his/her own detriment, look out for me? If you can, do the same for them. If you can't, cut em loose. Been alive now for 13,500 days. Only got 12,780 days left here. No time to waste it on anyone whom I can't answer that question in the affirmative. You don't got that kinda time either, kid. ---------- Admin note - for those of you reading me at: www.loganlo.com and RSS, I might be offline for a few days. @#$@#$@#$! Blogger. I'll figure it out. Probably. YASYCTAI: Go on a (short) adventure. It's $2.25 here; what's it where you are? (180 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com  Subscribe!Labels: choices, concert, dialogue, discussion, jaymay Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010 | |
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Thought of kindly Location: in fronta three screens all damn day Mood: drained Music: not sleeping, cold wind blowing in the middle of the night  Spent the last four days cranking on a project. Just submitted it to the client a sec ago. So here I am with you, like old times. Spoke to another old friend used to see every day. Lost touch, as things go. She had some static that I heard about so dropped her a line. Her: Y'know, you gave me advice about things that I tell people to this day. Me: Like what? Her: (thinking) Well, a long time ago, I used to have to walk through this sketch alley to get home so I carried a knife with me. You told me to carry a small metal pen instead and showed me how to use it. I've been telling people that for years. Me: (laughing) No kidding! Her: (laughing) Yep. Plus I tell all my girlfriends so there's a group of women here in San Fran that carry metal pens, all because of you. Recalled another girl that dropped me a note a while ago thanking me for something I wrote once. Suppose it's like that Donne poem, y'know - islands and alla that. Funny how the things we say and do live on beyond our memory of them. It's good t'be thought of kindly. YASYCTAI: Call up an old friend for no real reason. (45 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion, friends, nostalgia Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 7 comments ::
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Thursday, April 22, 2010 | |
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Taking Algebra Location: a yoga mat in 10 Mood: ambitious Music: move on, Second best is never enough  Been working out for about 90 minutes a day for the past several weeks. Trying to turn back the clock, I suppose. It's tiring but the thought that 50's only 13 years away from me's a bit hard to take. Have y'noticed that your parents spend more on stuff than when you were a kid? Like your pop buys a huge colour TV but when y'were a kid, he made do with the old set? It's cause when you're younger, y'got more time than y'got coin. Then, after a while, it flips in your head and in real life. In that weird middle place now, where the two're equally important. Dusted off my manuscript again cause I hear the devil breathing down my neck and think that I gotta get myself in gear. So I sit down with my six cupsa joe and do
---------- Not a baseball guy but watch for 22 seconds? Music: move on, Second best is never enough YASYCTAI: Dust off that project of yours and give it another whirl. (time/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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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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Tuesday, April 13, 2010 | |
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Totally Should Location: yest, all over Brooklyn Mood: ambitious Music: want to know if the answer's in my hands  Her: I'm too tired to work out. (pause) Tell me I'm fat, maybe that'll get me to go out and run. Me: Sheyeah right - that's the adult equivalent of, "Hey, pull my finger." Back when my insomnia was raging hardcore, was reading about a book a week. Lately, been reading about one every 2-3 weeks. Onea the books I read on vacation was Free, which had this interesting Tim O'Reilly quote I've always subscribed to: [T]he enemy of the author is not piracy, but obscurity. Her: So will you keep writing your blog? I'm just asking because I'm curious. Me: Not sure. The whole point was to make a blog was to send out some stories I've written. Should get going on that. I totally should. ---------- Saw Date Night for a date night. Quite good, actually. Had no less than two people commenting that they were concerned that all the funniest bits were already shown on TV in the previews - like that last Adam Sandler flick. Luckily, no. Actually, my weekend was quite nice as a whole. Also finally saw The Blind Side. Two great flicks in one weekend. Not a bad way to go. YASYCTAI: Try not to say "um" today. (24 hrs/2 pts) Labels: dialogue Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, April 08, 2010 | |
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Braun M&Ms Location: the same old Mood: daydreaming Music: dreaming of blue skies, new horizons and sights  Just tried to make some sourdough bread and it barely rose. Damn. I'll try again. ---------- Me: Do you wanna move to San Deigo? Her: I heard it's boring there. Me: We're boring. Her: This is true. Still daydreaming about elsewhere again. Story goes that Van Halen put in alla their contracts that a bowla M&Ms without a single brown M&M hadta be waiting backstage for them otherwise they'd cancel an entire concert. Sounds like vain diva thing to ask, yeah? Turns out, it was a shrewd business move, cause their shows're complex in terms of setup, and each linea their contracts had to be completed so that the show'd go off without a hitch. If they went backstage and there wasn't a bowl or any brown M&Ms, they immediately knew that no one read the contract closely. Like I always say, it's the little things. Speakinga little things, dusted off my old German book recently. Vielleicht ziehen wir nach Deutschland um. Aber sie spricht kein Deutsch (nicht dass ich kann Deutsch). Und ich spreche kein Französisch.. Na, wenigstens haben wir Rum... ---------- It's April 2010. Gonna be 37 this month. Oh my. Suppose it's better than the alternative. YASYCTAI: Figure out how to get a certification in something. (120 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010 | |
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Well-Traveled Gentlemen Location: rainy NYC Mood: sweaty Music: the wind will be wailing but I will be sailing faster  Merriam-Webster says that a gentleman is a man whose conduct conforms to a high standard of propriety or correct behavior. Recently on ABC, report Brad Garrett on GMA, said about the scumbag that raped and killed seven-year old Somer Thomson "Law enforcement does not have time to keep track of people like this gentleman." Could someone please buy Mr. Garrett a copy of MW or the OED and dog-ear "gentleman" and "scumbag" for him. Evidently, he can't tell the difference. ---------- Went out to see the girl's family for dinner this past weekend. There's little better than a home-cooked meal. It's a bit remarkable how different life is just an hour's drive from the city. There're deer there my friends, deer. Onea of the most positive things about alla this blogging're the glimpses into lives so different than my own. Mark Twain said that travel's fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness....Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime. Another quote I like's by Letterman, who said that Wherever we've traveled in this great land of ours, we've found that people everywhere are about 90% water. Sometimes, think I've lived a rather sheltered life. Fella I know's off to fight a war ina dusty and dangerous place and another's come back. They've my appreciation and respect. The weather's changing again so I'm thinkinga bridges again. Her: Would you live there? Me: (shrugging) Honestly, I be happy where ever you were. Well, you and the rum. (pause) Mostly you though. YASYCTAI: Avoid shaking hands with anyone today. See how long y'can last. (24 hours/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion, quote, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, March 18, 2010 | |
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Red Blood, Green Beer, Red Envelopes Location: yest, 7PM, looking for gauze on Broadway Mood: bleeding Music: you cut me open and I keep bleeding  Her: (annoyed) Please, you've kissed half of New York. Me: The female half! Her: (glares) Me: (thinking) That probably wasn't the right thing to say. A fella I know opines that only the Irish should wear green on St. Patty's day or wish another person a Happy St. Patty's day. That's just ridiculous. That's like saying no one should wish me a Happy Birthday on my birthday cause it's my birthday not theirs. Y'don't say Happy _____ to make yourself feel good, y'say it for the listener. Like if y'wish me a Happy Chinese New Year, I'd take it, regardlessa your race, creed or colour. Likewise, if I wish you a Happy Chinese New Year and you're not Chinese, I'm ok with that and hope y'd be too. Plus there's green beer for one and red envelopes for the other. Both good things. Next Chinese New Year, drinking green beer. Or green rum. Or just regular rum. Probably just regular rum. Delicious rum. Y'ever watch CSI or Dexter where they shine that light all over the place to show if there's blood splatter to indicate a crime occurred? My pad'd glow like a teenage rave party. There was:
On another point entirely, my insurance rate just went up. They must be reading this blog. Well, at least someone's reading. YASYCTAI: Thinka reasons why we're similar, rather than reasons we're not. (20 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com Labels: accident, dialogue, disappointed Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010 | |
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Bahamas 2010 Location: not the Bahamas Mood: eh Music: I felt complete And now my body fades  Her: So something happened today on the subway that's never happened to me before. I got hit with a cello. On the subway. It's like we didn't even go on vacation! Me: Can I put this in my blog? Her: Please do. (muttering) Get hit with frick'n cello... Went on a mini-vacation to the Bahamas last week. We'd planned it for a while now; a good friend of mine scored us a balcony cabin on a nice cruise ship.  Most it was quite nice and the Bahamas looked like the pic above. The only portion that wasn't fun was when we stopped by Cocoa Beach, FL, which did not look like the pic above. No jest, we got dropped off at a parking lot by the bus and had to step over a dead bird on the way to the beach. Her: (looking out at the beach) What are we doing? This beach is like being on the Jersey Shore. Let's go. (turning to leave) Me: Yep. (shaking head) Cocoa Beach - where dreams and birds go to die.  Ended up going to Atlantis which was all sortsa cool although hella expensive. Spent it lying on the beach reading the Economist, BusinessWeek and Free. Quite the wild life I lead, I know.  Me: Do you have burgers right now? Waitress: It's 8AM, we have breakfast food. Me: Burgers are breakfast food. Her: We don't have burgers at this time. Me: I'm sure you can find a burger somewhere back there and throw it on the grill. Her: (stone-faced) Me: (sighing) Fine... ---------- BTW, if you want to get a copy of Free, for...free...click here. It's a good book; here's a review I wrote about it. YASYCTAI: Look for blue things today; people seem to really like blue. (60 mins/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010 | |
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Play the game Location: heading to see the accountant Mood: still sick Music: get knocked down, but I get up again  Her: What happened to you?! Me: (holding arm) Fencing. Her: You're 36, why don't you learn to knit? Falling apart. Sick and, for some reason, my wrist's in excruciating pain. Don't recall doing anything to it. S'a bit sad; my skills're better than they've ever been (which is, admittedly, not saying much). But my body's betraying me. Injuries take forever to heal, my stamina's crap, my reflexes're non-existent. While I was bad before, I'm terrible now. Thankfully, the reality's that I'll never actually ever get into a real fight. Some'll find it silly, prepping for something that'll never come. But there're things that it teaches you that other things don't. Firsta all, movie stuff 's movie stuff. Real violence's nasty, smelly, and...drippy. Y'want no parta it, lemme tell ya. Fight Club? That was written by a dude that's never been in a fight in his life. But it also teaches you how t'play And, without sounding all Hallmark-y, it teaches y'to get up when someone's trying his darndest - like for serious - to beat y'down. That's something. Just as the runner who runs though there's nuthing to run for or run to, or the mountain-climber that climbs a big-ass rock just cause he can, I do it cause I dunno how to do anything else. So I put on a ridiculous outfit, pop in the mouth guard, and pray that my insurance's paid up this month. Her: What happened now?! Me: (limping) Wrestling. Her: What about yoga? YASYCTAI: Hit the gym. It's one-thirda your life. (60 mins/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010 | |
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Perfect Week Location: surrounded by computer bits Mood: anxious Music: every time I snap my fingers, I switch back into the light  Slipped outta an office this past Friday for drinks with the fellas. On the train, a girlie reads the page I'm on over my shoulder. When I'm done, without a word, hand it over to her and her dude. Her boy makes a comment about the station so I ask them if they're from around the way. Him: (laughs) Yeah. Just kinda hard to see the station names. Me: The next stop's Astor. Him: Thanks. (pause) Hey, did y'get to the TV reviews yet? Me: Coming up. (turn pages) Her: That's you! (excitedly pointing) Him (grinning sheepishly) Yeah, that's me. I got a new show out called, How to make it in America. Me: No kidd'n! My girl and I were just talking about it. That's you? (peer at the picture). Her: Yes, he's Ian Edelman. Him: (laughs) Me: Niiice. I'll watch it. Him: Willya? That'd be great. I'd really appreciate it. Me: You got it, man. Sunday, right? Him: Sunday. Yeah, I hope you watch it. He's a native New Yorker. Gotta tell you, the jerks I meet're usually not natives. They're usually someone from Nowheresville trying to prove something. Natives, we got nuthin to prove. Sure, that's a blanket prejudice but it's what I've seen. Anyhow, super nice fella. Didn't seem the least bit fake and sounded hopeful that ---------- Met up with Paul and WM afterward. WM almost had the perfect week; Paul, the opposite. Given enough time, y'get to see your friends hit their highs and lows. Ecclesiastics 9:11 goes, time and chance happeneth to them all. Yep. Stumbled home and saw the girl on St. Vals, when we ordered in and watched Public Enemies. Saw the rents for Chinese New Year and got my fill of some home cooking. Maybe not the perfect week per WM but my kinda week: family, friends, girl, and a good story to tell. YASYCTAI: Organize your picture files (hours/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 | |
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The Debt and the Deuce Location: yest, Malachy's on 72nd Mood: completely lit Music: now we ain't wastin' time no more cause time rolls by  Me: Man, I'm lit. Think we each had a pitchera beer and three glassesa rum. Him: (nodding) Did I do the right thing? Me: Y'know, whether or not you believe in the Bible, the concept's relevant here. Say y'owe me a thousand bucks. And I tell you the debt's forgiven. But you show up one day showing off your iPhone. Even if I don't wanna, I'm thinking, This #@#$@ owes me one grand. How does he have money to buy an iPhone? And if I invite y'out to eat, you're thinking, Ah, I don't wanna, he's just trying to rub it in my face that I don't got no dough. Even if I'm not. Him: (nodding) So I did the right thing. Me: (sighing) She broke the trust pact. Let's say she worked late one night - even if she was being honest, you'd think, Is she really working late, or is something else going on? Y'did the right thing - for botha you. It's why I left my girl. Not just for me but for her too. Him: Still hard though. Me: Not say'n it isn't. Just saying that someone's gotta pay the debt, man. Sucks it's you, but there y'go. (laughing) Look, when I broke up with my ex, my buddy Rick swapped out her number with his own just in case I caved and called her. Want me to do the same? Him: (grinning) Maybe. Most times, it's best to throw the deuce, say Peace out, and cut it deep, cut it quick, and cut it clean. Cause it's better to be the star of your own movie, than have a cameo in someone else's. YASYCTAI: Cut it quick. Cut it clean. (1 min/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, friends, goodbye, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 02, 2010 | |
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Showing up Location: my desk Mood: hungry Music: life's too short for me to stop Oh baby  Him: You sound like a nice guy. I'd hate to have to bring you to court. Me: I am a nice a guy. I'd hate to have to meet you in court. Him: My lawyer's a professor of law at Columbia. She'll tear you apart. Me: She's just another lawyer. I'm something she's not. Him: What's that? Me: I'm right. See you in court. (hang up phone) Since I wanna keep somea my private life private, didn't tell you that I was in another lawsuit. If the past three years have taught me anything, it's that most people're a lotta talk. But Woody Allen once said that Eighty percent of success is showing up. So I showed up. It just finished. Won't get inna details but it ended up a lot more my way than his. ---------- Had my date with my lady. Ended up playing boardgames at my fave local dive bar - they got candy at every table, lotsa boardgames and few meatheads. My kinda joint. Been running about, ever in pursuit of scratch. Meetings, meetings, meetings. Nice though, not having to run the show. Not saying I'd never run my own company again, but am saying that it'll be a while before I do it again. Just signed up for onea those rent-a-car-by-the-hour programs cause I hadta sell my whip. The inexorable marcha time. Suppose 36's as good an age as any to grow up. Kinda. Her: Why won't this work?! Me: Lemme see. (condescendingly) Honey, you put in the battery in the wrong way. Her: Oh yeah? Well, at least I didn't put on my pants backwards. Me: (looking down) Her: Shyeah...put that in your blog. (laughs) Me: (muttering) Dammit... YASYCTAI: Find more uses for sauerkraut. (60 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, January 28, 2010 | |
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What she has to put up with Location: my desk Mood: frick'n tired Music: make me work so we can work it out  Two months ago. Her: Hey...have you noticed a funny smell here? Me: Hmmm, I'm not sure. I did start making sauerkraut last week though. Her: Where? Me: Here. (pointing) In my bedroom. Her: Oh - that's got to go. Me: Where'm I gonna put it?! Her: Don't know, but it's not staying on the floor in your room. Me: (grumble) This week. Me: Hey, I think my sauerkraut's ready, want some? Her: No. Me: More for me then. ----------Me: So what do you wanna to do? Her: Let's go on a date - all we ever do these days is sit around and frick'n yell at each other.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, January 21, 2010 | |
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Making, Moving or Thinking Location: in fronta three glowing things again Mood: busy Music: don't wanna be damned, oh, hell  Me: Can't speak for you but I spend 80-90% of my waking hours in fronta something that glows. Her: What? Me: The times I'm not in fronta something that glows - a phone, ipod, television, computer screen, camera screen - is vastly outnumbered by the times that I am. In the last entry, told you that I had dinner with a buddy. During that dinner, mentioned this change in the law and how it affects ISPs. He's a reporter and he actually wrote an article about it this week and he just told me that it's their top tech/legal story. Unfortunately, I'm not permitted to discuss the matter. But it's strange reading your own words as an anonymous contributor to a decent-sized story. Speakinga dinners, had dinner with someone else this week and I mentioned this quote by David Allen. Said that 50 years ago, 80% of us made our living by making or moving something. Y'knew when the job was done when there was nuthin left to make or move. Now, something like 90% of us think for work. Or try to look like we're thinking. Point being that, it's harder to know how to do the job and when the job's done without having a final work product. Like if I write a legal memo, the thinking never ends. Guess that's why I like fencing or wrestling - cause, y'know right away if y'got the job done or not. There's a definitiveness that I don't get anywhere else. So despite bein old'n creaky, get up every few days for some kid to beat the snot outta me. In related news, I'm outta ibuprofen. YASYCTAI: See if there's a kali school near you. Y'might like it. (45 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Serif/Bad, H&M, Bad... Location: my cold home Mood: annoyed Music: in your eyes All your promises were lies  Her: (writing on my hand with her finger) Me: "I love you?" Her: (exasperated) Finally! How does it take so long for you to figure it out? Me: Let me try. (start to write on her hand) Her: I...L...O...wait, you can't write what I wrote. Write something else. Me: OK, let me try again. Her: S...E...R...I...F. Serif? Me: Yes. Her: I write "I love you" and you write, "serif?" SERIF? Me: (pause) In my defense, y'told me to write something else. Suspect that, in some way, 2010 may not be all that radically different from 2009. Ran out to Queens to chase down some scratch. Frick'n cold; the typea cold where y'notice if you're not wearing the right socks. Speakinga socks, not shopping at H&M until they sort out their moral compass. Sucks for me since they're the only ones that make long sleeve tees that fit me right. They say that they donate to charity but - just cause I'm a geek and insomniac - did the math; they donate .000056477 of their annual revenue across 5 years. That's 10% of 1% of 1% of their revenue annually, kids (.000011294 - correct me if I'm wrong). They're also saying that they didn't know what their flagship NYC store was doing. I'm saying that someone's $9.99 pants're on fire. YASYCTAI: Boycott companies that're just in it for the money. (1 min/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Technically... Location: a law firm off Grand Central Mood: excited Music: Don't you know that the years will come and go?  Brother: Remember when he says, Now everybody's talking about this new decade - that was 20 years ago. Me: Yeah I remember. Was a freshman in college. Him: (laughing) Well, now it the start of a new decade again. Me: Technically next year's the start of a new decade. Nuthin exciting to tell you about the past week. The lady and I went out for a fine dinner and were in bed by the time the ball dropped. What'd you do for 1999? Don't recall it at all myself. Hafta add that to my lista fuzzy memories. This time however, woke up early the next day to see the rents - they showed the lady picturesa me when I was a fatty-fat-fat. Hadta drop off the car; too expensive to keep a car in the city these days so that was onea the things that hadta go for 2010. Wrestled with a kid that was born the year I went to college. Demolished me, course. Spent the resta the weekend popping ibuprofen. Did manage to have a drink at the Soho Grand. The "00s" are ending and the "10s" re beginning. It's a sobering thought but I'll never see the "00s" again. Him: Technically, every year's the start of a new decade. S'like that Mitch Hedberg joke when a guy says to him, Lemme show you a picture of me when I was younger. And he goes, Technically, every picture of you's a picture of you when you was younger. Today, start working at an office for more scratch. Still eat-what-you-kill but with a better view. Lotsa changes for this new decade. I'm still around, though. See you Thursday. YASYCTAI: Write down whatcha did for 2009. Cause you're gonna forget (10 minutes/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New Year's Eve 2010, nostalgia, Soho Grand Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Phillip Location: United States, New York, New York Mood: cold Music: memories come rushing up to greet me now  Me: (CRASH!) Her: (sighing) Why are you always tripping, dropping or breaking something? Me: (turning to answer and accidentally knocking over a glass) I'm not sure. Got hit with a lotta snow. Was supposed to go to my buddy's housewarming Saturday but it was canceled. So we stayed in and watched a marathon of poor cinematic choices rounded off with carols at church. Quiet weekend - not so good for the blogging but great for the mental health. Speaking of mental health, onea my favorite writer's Phillip K. Dick. He's probably onea yours too, but y'don't know it - Blade Runner, Total Recall, A Scanner Darkly, Minority Report, Screamer, Impostors, Paycheck, Next and a buncha others. His stories all had to do what altered reality - what people thought were real versus what really was real. Like Total Recall where he wondered, if y'could replace all your memories with someone else's, were y'still you? My insomnia was the worst from 15 to 25. And what I did when I couldn't sleep was read. Like piles and pilesa stuff. The byproduct of which's that I have memories I know're false but they're real to me. Someone else's memories rattl'n around my noggin. Then again, sometimes false memories're better when the real ones you're not so proud of. Isn't it the secret dream of every human heart to get a do-over? Another chance to do things right this time around, if given the chance. Guess wishes're what the holidays are all about. On a (much) brighter and related note, it's Xmas on Thursday. If you celebrate, hope it's quiet. And if you don't, still hope the same thing. See you next week. YASYCTAI: Have an awesome weekend and forget that thing that's bugging you. (4 days/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Speaking of "Eat-What-You-Kill" Location: still in front of computer screens Mood: fulla fiber Music: Early in the evenin' just about supper time  Turning from my last post, once wrote about this mouse in my house. Bugger wouldn't die. Just disappeared one day so figured some poison or cat got him. Fast forward to last week, when I left my pad decked out in a full suit. Forgot something so I turned around and ended up face-to-face with a mouse. We stared at each other for a second, all high noon-like, 'fore it turned and zipped inna my pad. Ran after it, dropping my briefcase. It flew into the bathroom so I did the same, slamming the door behind me to trap us both. Grabbing the metal wastebin in there, brought it down on it over and over again, missing each time. Neighbors musta thought I was clear starkers. Fast buggers, they are. Finally thought I got it but turns out the dents in the can gave it a second chance; when I lifted it, expecting to find the past-present form of mouse, it sprang away. So did I, leaping four feet back like a ten-year old girl doing double-dutch. Course, my bathroom's only three feet wide so ended up smashing in my cabinet door. Deep breath, flipped the can around and slammed it down one last time. Poor bastard, the last thing it ever saw was some crazed Asian-dude in a brown suit bringing down a dented silver metal can on it. To say that it was a bloody mess's not taking any literary license, lemme tell you. Dunno how people that kill things regularly, like farmers, do it. Then again, they're probably not wearing a sweat-soaked three-piece using a dustbin. Maybe they are; what do I know? Sorry little guy, didn't wanna, but hadta. Her: (noticing the missing can later) What happened to the trash can here? (surprised) And what happened to the cabinet door!? Me: (sighing) Y'don't wanna know. Her: (shaking head) I don't want to know. In other news: my bathroom floor's spotless, I've decided I wouldn't last in the wild; and I still hate AT&T. YASYCTAI: Think about where all the meat y'eat comes from. (2 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, December 10, 2009 | |
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Shutting down Location: surrounded by computers and papers. Help me. Mood: caffeinated! Music: you wonder why they haven't called when they said they'd call  Me: I'm shutting down for the night. Her: You just said that you're shutting down for the night. Him: I didn't. (pause) Did I? (sighing) I gotta stop hanging out with computers. Lately, my financial life's been eat-what-you-kill. The problem's that, after a long period of nuthin, y'grab everything that you can that might lead to scratch, even if most don't ultimately pan out. 'cept divorce. Won't touch divorces. Cause, even though it's not usually the case, one party's got it in their head that, Who the #$@#$ are y'to tell me I'm not good enough? No, won't do divorces. Y'wanna turn 10 craptastic apartments that share three bathrooms into four? Get the dude you love into the country legally? Register a trademark and sue someone? Raise $3 million in six weeks? Dual boot Windows on your mac so y'can save your Windows star ratings into iTunes and vice versa? Yeah, I can do that for you. Can work cheap, fast, or through - but y'can only pick two outta three. YASYCTAI: Get back to finishing up that thesis/big project. (weeks/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Got Lucky Location: surrounded by computer bits Mood: hungry Music: I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay  Him: How can you think like that, you're... Me: What? Chinese-American? A minority? It's not like we all get together on Tuesdays and decide to all think a certain way. Him: But you're obviously wrong. Just look around, look at the popular opinion. Me: Popular opinion once said that the world is flat. Popular opinion in Germany once said that Jews weren't people. Popular opinion once said that the life of a black man is worth that of a cow. Since when's popular opinion the voice of reason? Him: It's wrong. We shouldn't be fighting a war that doesn't concern us. Me: Maybe. But that's my issue: who's this us you're referring to? People or people that look like you? Him: (rolling his eyes) Americans, man...you know I mean Americans. Like us. Me: Like us? I'm only an American cause I got lucky. You too. Don't y'ever forget that dumb luck put y'here and not Somalia or North Korea. That's the only goddamn difference between us and them. There's only ever the lucky and the screwed. YASYCTAI: Be grateful for your dumb luck. (5 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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