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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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Thursday, January 07, 2010 | |
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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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Tuesday, January 05, 2010 | |
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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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Tuesday, December 22, 2009 | |
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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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Tuesday, December 15, 2009 | |
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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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Tuesday, December 08, 2009 | |
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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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Tuesday, December 01, 2009 | |
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Don't really know Location: a grey, half-sofa Mood: cheerful Music: come with me we'll travel to infinity  Her: What was that sound!? Me: Was working on something and the live power cable hit the fan. Her: Logan! You're going to kill yourself some day. (laughing) And your fly's open. Me: (slowly) Yes. If something did happen to me, someone'd find that I'm 20% peanut butter (by weight, not volume). The remainder being rum. Did y'have a nice Turkey Day? This year was different. Paul and WM hung up their club shoes to play board games by mine. Very Waltons. The Professor wasn't in town but I did see Johnny. With the exception of the Devil, he's the onea the most dangerous men I know. That says a lot. And he brought his daughter over. Her: I like you. You're funny. Me: I'll take that as a compliment. Listen, keep your dad from punching me. He scares me. Her: He scares me too! This 25 year-old kid named Luis Armando Pena Soltren hijacked this plane from NY to Puerto Rico on 19681124 and went to Cuba where he spent the next 40 years in working as a day labourer. At some point, he musta thought, What the #$@# did I do with my life? So he came back an old man and's sitting at some jail cell knowing that he's thrown his life away on yet another thing that had the air of truth to it, but no real truth to it. Him: 10 Million. Me: Just this year? Him: Yeah. (pause) Woulda made more if it wasn't for this economy. Gotta fly back to China in three weeks. Me: Why dontcha just sell it all? The factories, the buildings, alla it? Y'can spend time with your family, hang out with me. Start up that school y'always say you wanna do. Him: (shakes head) Me: Why not? You make more money than the pope but you're miserable. What's the pointa all that green if y'don't get to see your family and I'm the only person in the world y'trust? Him: Don't really know. Nietzxche was right, your convictions're dangerous things. The choices remain the same: Change your map; Change your reality; or Keep crying. Better work out. Next year, doubt I'll have his daughter there to protect me. YASYCTAI: Have you considered fencing? (90 mins/2 pts) Labels: choices, dialogue, food, friends, thanksgiving Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, November 26, 2009 | |
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Thanksgiving 2009 Location: 18:00 yest, baking cookies in the UWS Mood: thankful Music: Oh, I can cook too, on top of the rest  Me: I'm gonna be 40 soon. Her: (puzzled) You're 36. Me: Oh it's there. It's there. Don't think I could write anything better than what I wrote last year for Thanksgiving 2008 so I'll just direct you there. My house still smells of fresh baked cookies from Heartgirl. Hope you have something similar. Happy Turkey Day, people! YASYCTAI: Be thankful for your dumb luck. It'll keep you from being a douche. (5 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, thanksgiving Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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You will Location: my usual black chair Mood: groggy Music: a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee Me: You mean you watch the whole thing? Y'don't just fast forward to the action? Him: No, I want to hear the plot. Me: Plot?! There's no plot; it's always something like: guy shows up to deliver pizza, girl steps outta the shower, and oh, she has no money to pay him. What to do? What to do? Oh my! I've appeared to drop my towel... Him: (laughing) I still like to see what happens. Me: Y'know what happens - nuthin that ever happens in real life, that's what happens. Grand thespians, they're assuredly not. Been looking at a buncha ebook readers lately for myself. In NYC, the average rent is $30-35 per square foot per year. A bookshelf takes up about a three square feet of space. I would need three for alla the books I got. That's a nine square foot footprint, or $270-$315 a year for rent just to keep my books. Ergo, ebook reader. The issue is that alla the screens're too small. Don't wanna have to get surgery on my eyes to repair them to save $270-$315; that makes no sense. The Kindle DX has a huge screen but no way to zoom; the iRex reader has a huge screen and zoom but's crazy expensive and dim. So, looks like I gotta wait. Hate waiting for the future to come. According to television, we were supposta all get jet cars by now. And television never lies. ---------- Then again - was 20 when those ads in the vid above first came out. Funny thing is that every single onea those things the guy said turned true. In fact, I've done all but threea those things he said. Listen to the voice, know who he is? YASYCTAI: Be hopeful. You'll live longer. And happier. (525,600 minutes /3 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 6 comments ::
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Five miles in Manhattan Location: my bed Mood: artistic Music: Never know what we will see. Come take a walk with me.  Me: Too nice a day to wrestle. Wanna take a walk? Her: Sure.  Me: I think they extended the bike path on the west side. We can walk down the new park.  Her: That sounds like fun. Can we go to the High Line? Me: Sure. (later) ...that is if we can ever find the entrance.  Her: It's funny, being tourists in your own city. Me: I like it. It Reminds me of why I like this place so much.  Her: Do you want to walk to Trader Joe's? Me: (pointing) It's past that white building with the blue clock over there. Her: (amused) I've been to Union Square before, you know.  Me: Yes, I know. (laughing) I just pretend you never had a life before me. YASYCTAI: Enjoy the nice days before they're gone. (240 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Halloween 2009 Location: 21:00 yest, Battery Park City Mood: groggy Music: you should be wilder, you're no fun at all  Her: Pennsylvania's not that far. It's only two hours away. Me: Good grief, woman... HG: (finishing) ...that's exactly how far we thought it was! Stopped by PB's where I had my body weight in pixie sticks and rum after the rain. Heartgirl and I wore Star Trek uniforms that were way too big on us. Either medium in America isn't what it used to be or I'm shrinking. Just realized right this moment that for the past five Halloweens, wore red. Him: ...so then I was like, "You're the class of 2013? That's crazy!" Me: Tell me about it - that's 20 years after I graduated. Him: (surprised) Wait, what? How old're you? Me: 36 - it's the Asian genes. Plus I drink the blood of a white baby every morning. Him: (nodding) Of course, who doesn't? Another Halloween done and gone. Suppose it'll be just a mattera time fore I'm the old dude that still gets dressed up for Halloween. I'm ok with that. Me: Goodness, I do love Halloween. And women exercising questionable clothing choices. 72Suburbs: We love it, too. There're so few chances to exercise questionable taste Me: God bless you, 72Suburbs. God bless you. Saw RE Mike last night. He's been making lotsa deals and picked himself up a nice one-bedroom downtown. We were talking shop over some $6 Halal food and a bottlea red. Me: ...so you walked outta the bank with $40K in cash to put a down payment on this place cause some guy dared you to? Him: I did get a little carried away. Me: Y'know if I were there, totally woulda robbed you. Him: Course. (phone rings) Speaking of which, this dude calling me's in jail. Been there for two months. Me: Why do you still talk to him? Him: No idea (picking up phone) yeah... Also met up with the lawyers been working with on some things. Went out to this crazy nice Italian joint and met their wives. Super nice, alla them. Says a lot about you when you meet someone's favourite person and they're exactly like y'thought they'd be. November 2009, already. Where does the time go? YASYCTAI: Buy next year's costume early. Never hurts to be prepared. (20 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Breaking up is hard to do Location: home all day Mood: coughy Music: just can't keep on running away so it stops today  Posting on Tuesday and Thursday mornings starting this Thursday (yawn). ---------- Her: (backing away) Please don't eat that. Me: It's fine. Her: I'm begging you not to eat that. It's got to be rotten. Me: It's fine. I'll microwave it, it'll kill everything. Her: (gagging) I can't...I can't... Me: (pressing buttons) What? I'll put mustard on it. It'll be fine. Her: (exiting kitchen) I'm gonna be sick... Me: (opening microwave) It's fi..whoa. Maybe that is bad. (thinking) Nah... ----------Windows; Yes, it's true. It is Mac. Didn't mean for it to happen. Just did. Your suspicions were right, we were together those times when my brother brought her by the place. If it makes it any better, dunno why it might, it's not like I traded in for some younger model as she's older than you. Say this cause I know that her looks have made you jealous in the past and wanted to tell you that you look, honestly, as good as she does or even better now. The work that you had done late this month was really stunning. Really. But - it's not been your looks. It never really has. It's just the times you left me hanging. Waiting. Hoping that this time, this time would be different. And it just never was. Gave you everything y'asked for: RAM, done. Bigger Harddrive, there. Speedier videocard, bam. Never enough. And a relationship's not just about the parties involved, it's also what they come with, their family's. The Dells, the Toshibas, the HPs - the HPs were the worst - they were, to be polite, never what they seemed to be. We spent almost 20 years together - 20 years! Defended you when everyone was against you. But y'never did the same for me. Can't take the constant disappointments. Waited until now, after your latest operation and, like I said, you look and work amazingly. Sometimes, a relationship's too damaged to repair. too little, too late. Y'still have your admirers and your new looks. But I gotta go and do right by me. Not outta your life forever, though. Y'can't just walk away from two decades of shared memories just like that. But you're not my number one gal anyone and for that, I'm sorry. Can't spend another two decades waiting for you to get it right. Logan Music: just can't keep on running away so it stops today YASYCTAI: Back up your data - it's your digital life. (60 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Still (sorta) Goal-Oriented Location: 13:00 yest, Allen and Stanton Mood: busy Music: Comment faire verrai-je un jour la fin de ce calvaire  Him: Can I tell y'something? Me: Y'know me, I'm a vault. Nuthin you've ever told me in a decade's ever come out. Him: (sarcastically) Yeah right, what about that time you got hammered on Scotch and you told everyone about...wait a sec, that was me. Me: Sheyeah... Ran around Chinatown today and stopped by Rain's. He and I're somewhat unique in that we both got enormous NYC pads despite, or perhaps resulting in, our never having any coin. Now he's got dogs now running all over the joint. Not a dog person myself. Not an animal person in general - unless they're slow roasting with some lemon and salt. Kidding! (sorta) Y'know, this book Animals Make Us Human says that all animals are wired to feel four emotions - three negative and one positive. They wanna avoid:
Think we're the same way. Said it before, the purpose of life is to have purpose. Realized tonight that my best friend was missing having a goal and that was getting to her. Back to Rain, we (sorta) got a new goal - pitched him another non-income producing art project along the lines of Bachelor Cooking and 72nd to Canal - and he seemed to be pretty positive about it. Lemme piece something together and we'll see what happens. ---------- Also in the book is that, apparently, we never know what cats're thinking cause they don't have eyebrows. YASYCTAI: What are your goals for the day? Week? Month? Year? (60 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com Labels: bachelor cooking, Central Park, dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Conversations on life Location: 16:00 yest, turning onto Van Dam to go home Mood: pensive Music: Christ, I'm out of my mind  Me: How high's your blood pressure? Her: XXX over XXX. Me: HOLY COW! Eat some oatmeal, mom! Her: I can't, I'm having a mango. Me: (exasperated) I didn't mean right now... ---------- HG: Why couldn't you sleep? Me: Was screwing around online and got a notice from a friend that a girl I worked with passed away. She just got married. Cancer. Thing is, had her email addy the whole time. Kept thinking I'd drop her a line but..never did. Dunno why. Her: (patting my shoulder) I'm sorry about your friend. Me: She wasn't a friend so much as someone I knew. But she always said "Hi" to me. It's just that she was younger than me. Seems so unfair. Never woulda thought... Still believe that A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own. But she was too young to go, I think. Went to church this past Sunday. It's hard to have faith in the big city. It's hard to have faith when you're at an age where everyone's getting older, people y'know die, madmen say'n do mad things. Doesn't make any damn sense. But there's this song that has this line that goes, Thank goodness for the good souls that make life better. So I turn to you and I say, if it wasn't for the good souls, life would not matter, Him: Why does my daughter look Chinese, dude? She's 1/4 Asian and it looks like there's not a drop of black in her. Me: It's a girl! Congrats! And...um...I'll be in Mexico...for the forseeable future. Him: (laughing) I swear, if she starts talking a lot with her hands, I'll find you. Me: Don't blame me that my people's gene's are strong. Thank God for the good souls. Bye, Lee. It sounds like you had lotsa good souls around and I hope they make it through this somehow. I'm sorry you had to go. You were way too young to go. YASYCTAI: Gotta start making some of those phone calls. (15 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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What I do, how I do it Location: 13:00 yest, E on Williamsburg, 17:00 W on 59th St Mood: rushed Music: In this world it's hard to get it right  My leg's not fallen off. This is a good sign. You'll be apprised, should the situation change. Still sick though. Can't shake this damn cough. ---------- Went out to Brooklyn today for a potential gig. Never know if it'll actually happen but y'gotta go for every thing out there when you eat what you kill. Sometimes y'land a whale; most times it's just sardines. ---------- My brother's trying to convince me to get a Mac. Problem's that I'm so useda doing what I do, how I do it. Rain once said, Imagine if y'go to a bar and there're beautiful women everywhere. Y'walk up to the hottest broad, say something, and she loves it. And everything y'say to every women works. In real life the bar sucks, the women are only ok and nuthing y'ever say to them works. The first part's like working with programs on a mac, the second's the crap you use. ---------- Halloween's coming up. Dunno what it's like where you are, but here in the Big City, it's carte blanche for the girlies to tart it up. Halloween rocks. YASYCTAI: It's time to buy a costume. Y'gotta, cause if y'wait any longer, you'll spent $70 for a jedi robe that doesn't fit properly and go to a party where it's all dudes who did the same things. (15 online mins/0.25 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Lovely Tupperware Location: 23:00 yest, with a large knife in my small bathroom Mood: ill Music: Too late for the young gun This is the year of the knife  (c) bernard chatreau Me: That's not how it looks. Her: How does it look? Me: At dusk, the 7 train would be packed with Asian teenagers. That's totally fake. Just saw the remake of Pelham 123 - the last scene shows someone riding the 7 train pretty much by his lonesome. The 7 train, in the early evening, is never that empty. Moreover, even when it is slightly empty, there's always a dozen or so Asian teenagers on board at any given time. I should know, I was onea them growing up. 1 hour 14 minutes into the film, there was a single shot of an Asian for a second. Not onea those Asian activists - in fact this may be my only post in three years that even discusses what I am and not who I am - but it does bug me when we're completely figuratively whitewashed outta of a movie. Then again, it doesn't really matter to me. Cause film's all fantasy anywho. Reality is, we're all up in this joint. Funny thing is, who's fantasy is it where you see onea us for only a second? Have you met us? We're lovely. And when you order food from us, we give you tupperware. ---------- Me: Got a small abscess in my leg like last time and just spent the last 20 minutes digging it out with a knife and toothpicks. Question, do I have to keep hacking at my leg until I see blood? Him: You may be the dumbest smart person I know. Word of advice: If you find yourself low on rum, with a painful wound, a large hunting knife, several toothpicks, some gauze and alcohol, it's I'm my own worst enemy, a danger to myself. In other news, I'll be visiting the pharmacy tomorrow. Purpose: Painkillers and antibiotics. Said we're lovely, never said we're particularly bright. I mean, we'll stomp all over that curve but still... YASYCTAI: If you had to, would you know how to take care of a wound? If not, pick up a book. (120 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Words Location: having a gyro with my pop east of 11354 Mood: still sick Music: lemme light your candle, cause mama I'm sure hard to handle  Her: You getting closer to normal. Me: You mean, "normalcy." Her: (shaking head) Well, you just took a step back. Woke up this morning and fixed myself a killer filtered ground bean soup with cow-baby food. But just cause I can't go a day without it, also had some roasted mashed peas with pre-digested insect vomit and baked wet flour along with it. Big fan of insect vomit. Especially when I'm sick. Wish I had liquid from a citrus reproductive unit to go with it but no luck. Heartgirl just boiled some water with vegetables and dissolved insect vomit cause my cold's coming back. Stupid cold. ---------- Agree with Obama's assertion that the phrase, Just words, is insulting. Words're how we organize the world around us, not just to other people but to ourselves. Was out with my girl the other day and we heard a guy just screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs in middle of Columbus Circle. And the people around him were visibly uncomfortable. Look, sometimes few things match the situation better than expletive. And sometimes, y'gotta cut some people slack cause it's the only vocabulary they got. But what if it's not? Cause, sometimes cursing's just cursing, and that's fine. But sometimes cursing's showing the other person how y'process the world. And that might not be what y'want. ---------- Woke up this morning and fixed myself a killer cafe au lait. But just cause I can't go a day without it, also had some peanut butter and honey on a biscuit with it. Big fan of honey. Especially when I'm sick. Wish I had some lemon juice to go with it but no luck Heartgirl just made me some tea with honey cause my cold's coming back. Damn cold. YASYCTAI: Clean up that stack of magazine: read or toss. (240 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: dialogue, discussion, sick Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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