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Advice Location: home getting ready to leave Mood: still sore Music: used to think I had to change the way I am  NYC's expensive but my friends and I've been here so long that we know where to go when the scratch's barely there - or non-existant. Take Curry Row for example; just wrote about it for an LJ Group I read. There, for about $9, including tax and tip, you don't gotta unwrap or open your food, cloth napkins, and silverware madea some kinda metal. Every place's got a joint like this, yeah? Where's your goto place for cheap decent eats? Anywho, met up with a buddy of mine still smarting over the loss of his girlie. Always preface any advice I give with, "Could be wrong, but doncha think..." Cause, really, what do I know? On that point, irritated cause someone gave advice to a buddy of mine that wasn't just wrong; it woulda seriously made him sick cause it woulda resulted in him eating undercooked chicken. Advice's usually worth crap. Cause people usually give it, feel good about themselves, and go on their merry way. The listener of said advice hasta deal with the consequences. If you're not sure, don't say anything or at least say, "Could be wrong, but dontcha think..." Say whatcha want about my profession - a lawyer's just not permitted to give BS advice. He's got a duty to say either, "I don't know," or risk his license. It's that lawyer in me that has to document every claim I make - like in this blog with alla my ridiculous links. Annoying, yes, but feel I gotta. Whenever y'take any advice, always ask if the person's just giving it cause they wanna or if they actually know what they're talking about. ---------- Administrative note: Not gonna be publishing for a week. Tell y'about it March 16th - cya then? Read this review I wrote in the meanwhile. YASYCTAI: Tell me where y'go for good, decent food. (5 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: discussion  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Thursday, February 25, 2010 | |
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The Acquisition of Knowledge Location: in the heart of snow Mood: still @#$@#$ sick Music: I be the same when it all goes up I be the same when it all goes down Was wondering why this song - which rocks - didn't get much airplay. Then I saw the video. Least it's a good song. ---------- Always kinda surprised by the people that marry their high school sweethearts. If I married my high school/college girlfriend, woulda had one totally miserable person here in NYC. I wouldn'tve been too happy either. People go through massive changes from 15-21, again at 25-30, and once again at 30. The issue arises when one person changes one way and the other, another. Elizabeth Gilbert said it best, Marriage is not a game for the young. Janeane Garofalo said someth'n like, imagine being married to the person who's sole qualification was that they had the locker next to yours. Been having a series of parallel conversations with three different people. Alla them're very prouda the fact that they're the same person as they were in the past. But suppose y'believe the earth is flat. And despite all evidence to the contrary, your answer's that you've always believed the world's flat and that's just how it's gonna be. (Insert your favourite George W. Bush joke here) Said once that being grateful is the key to not being broken. Lemme add the coda that it's also a willingness to say, OK, tell me why you think I'm wrong. Put another way, why should the beliefs of a 16-year-old - when my buddy decided on something - rule the mind of a 35 year-old, his age now? Are you better or worse if y'can say, I value the acquisition of knowledge above all else? On yet another related point, become a man without a political party. The choice seems to be between a group enamored of their own ignorance and another inhibited by their own incompetence. Gonna write in my mom as a candidate next year; if nuthin else, she'll stay until the job gets done and save taxpayer money by bringing her own coffee. YASYCTAI: Consider the data. (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: choices, discussion, quote Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, February 18, 2010 | |
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Time¬=Money; Time>Money Location: in bed Mood: sick Music: with you I'm having a good time I don't mind  To add to the lista things that have the air of truth to them but no truth at all, lemme give you one I particularly despise: Time Equals Money. A buddya mine put up this thing quoting just that and it reminded me that that's gotta be onea the stupidest beliefs a body could hold. Time is so much more valuable than money. Money, you can make and spend; time you can only spend. Put another way, if given X years to live, how much would you pay for one more year? Any idiot can make a buck. But in 432,329,886,000,000,000 seconds, no one's figured out how to make an extra second for themselves. Working at jobs y'hate, to buy things y'don't need, to impress those y'don't know. That's crazy. So, if given the chance to make an extra $1,000 or go see your grandma, go see your grandma. I didn't and I gotta live with that for alla the seconds I got left. ---------- Sick again. Y'know the drill, please send soup. YASYCTAI: At least give her a call. (10 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: discussion, quote Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, February 11, 2010 | |
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A semi-clean map Location: 20 mins ago, outside shoveling Mood: hot Music: It's hard to free the ones you love  As I once said, all emotional pain comes when your expectation of reality doesn't match reality. A guy who knows his wife's cheating on him regularly isn't all that twisted when he catches them in the act, cause he was prepared for it. So my buddy in the last entry's having a hard time dealing with his breakup. Makes sense - breakups're hard. This whole blog came about from my last major breakup. But to make it easier - the pain that is - I changed my map of the world. Imagine y'had the job of erasing the word "Broadway" from every map you got. That's a tough task. And when you're done, the faint lines of the word'sre still there. But it's gone for the most part. Dunno if y'know this, but I paid for law school fixing computers and networks. A computer doesn't actually read a whole harddrive to find the data it wants, it has a map, a table of contents, that lists every file it has. When you want a file, it looks it up on the map, goes to where it is, and pulls it out. When it deletes a file, all it does is erase that one line on its map. The file's still there, it just doesn't know it. When you wanna get a file back, you can sometimes cause it can figure out what on the map's changed. My buddy won't erase his map. I don't blame him. It's heartbreaking and hard. But Broadway's gone. He's gotta scrub his map. If she comes back, that's great, the faint lines'll be there and he's got a semi-clean map ready for her. If she doesn't, well, he's still got a semi-clean map to work with. Either way, a semi-clean map's a good thing. Only the stalker and the starkers say that Broadway's there when it's not. YASYCTAI: Shovel. (60 mins/.05 pts) Labels: discussion, ex-girlfriend, friends, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010 | |
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Make it alright Location: a light green couch Mood: wired Music: Same birds that followed me to school When I was young The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher. You are unlucky so I may know that I am not. Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Take yourself for instance. Yesterday you were better off than you are today, but it took today for you to realize it. But... today has arrived, and it's too late, you see? So another kid - a girl - killed herself causea cyberbullying. Do y'know about Lori Drew, the 47-woman that convinced this 13 year old girl into hanging herself? She got off cause the laws never thought that a bored housewife'd torment a kid to death just for kicks over wire. Always wondered what kinda douchebag y'gotta be to torment someone just cause y'wanna and then hide behind a computer screen or cell phone. It's a bitter thing to read cause I've lived almost three times longer than her and still feel like I'm a kid. Wish y'waited. Cause y'grow up and wonder why people you barely remember ever affected you so much. Then they find you on some social-networking site and y'think, "Man, they look terrible!" and start to believe in karma but then change your mind. Maybe that's just me. Honestly wonder what people like Lori Drew tell themselves to make it alright for them to sleep at night. Like to know, cause man, I could use the rest. ---------- On a positive tech note, pretty jazzed that as many people gave as much as they did to Haiti via text - something like $30 million in just a few weeks. Didja know that Americans gave $1.8 billion to the Asian tsuanmi? I say the measure of a society's humanity's how they take carea those not as lucky. Yet another reason I love this joint. YASYCTAI: The next time you're angry, write Lori an letter. So rarely's someone so deserving. (15 mins/1 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: discussion, quote, rant, waiting Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 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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Wednesday, January 13, 2010 | |
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Haiti/Pat, you viper Location: in front of a busted HD Mood: still annoyed Music: baby stay with me, I love it  If y'read the bible, you'll see that Jesus only got pissed - seriously pissed - with one group, the Pharisees. They were the religious elite, the ones who looked down on those that weren't doing the willa God. They said who was good and evil. And he said to them, You're nuthin but snakes and the childrena snakes. And you're going to hell. This isn't a religious entry, just an observation of many of the world's holy - irrespective of religion. Which brings me to Pat Robertson saying that Haiti's paying fora "pact to the devil." Pat, you self-righteous SOB:
---------- On the topic of help, how's this for easy-peasy: text HAITI to 90999 and you send $10 for aid to Haiti. Do it for yourself, if for nuthin else. $10 in exchange for feeling like you've helped in some way is a bargain, man. It's a steal. ---------- Returning to our regularly scheduled nuthin, feel like I let y'down Jaerik, writing two ranty blog entires in a row. Sorry dude. I'll stop now. To make it up to you, I'm gonna pimp your new game - which is honestly, quite awesome. If you're on FB, do a search for "islandlife" and prepare to be impressed. Speakinga pimping; had this hidden entry where I asked people to send in a pic of themselves singing for Caffeineguy, who also let me know of the Snopes link above. Here's what he did with it, the talented bastard: The chick at 0:12 is my fave part of the vid. YASYCTAI: $10 bucks! The costa two burgers and fries at McD. Do it. (1 min/2 pt) Labels: discussion, haiti, pat robertson, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010 | |
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Bully/I remember you Location: a block away Mood: indignant Music: Somewhere inside my childhood I missed  Was recently mocked for being a 36 year-old man that carries the baggage of his 17 year-old self. Probably true. Heard on the news that the woman that Roman Polanski raped when she was a child forgives him. Wonder what the child versiona her woulda thought. There's this line in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn that says of kids tormenting other kids, exactly as they themselves were, They learned no compassion from their own anguish. Thus their suffering was wasted. To paraphrase my friend Somena, the hard parta life's knowing mucha your past to bring with you inna your future. Enough so that you're better for it, not so much that it hollows y'out. Finally realized why I detest Heartgirl's creepy friend, Shawn. Cause he's a minority and, I suspect, probably a geek as a kid. And we minority geeks are bullied in the most spectacular fashion. Emmy award winning. Yet he's learned nothing from it. Never did tell you what happened, did I? Without her knowing, he picked up HG's phone and randomly dialed numbers to make them think that HG was calling. And when they'd pick up, he'd essentially just laugh at them for thinking a pretty girl would call them. Recall saying to him, Not sure y'know who I am. Guessing he didn't think I'd end up her boyfriend. He's awfully brave for someone on the phone. Told him I hoped that he'd get the opportunity to say to my face what he said on the phone. And of course, he'll say what they all say, I was drunk, I was kidding, blah-blah-blah. Funny - been hammered enough times, and yet not once did I turn inna a lout. Still, justa refresh his memory - and cause he just happened to move a block from me - he's said I'm not a man. And he'd show me what a real man's like. OK, I'm in. Cause an old bully's the worst kind; the kind that's taken nonea his torment with him. Evidently, the socially correct way to deal with this typea situation is to justa let it slide. Not mention it again. As luck would have it, never had many friends growing up so I never learned that. Look, can't let it slide. Cause I owe that fat kid y'see up there. Call it stupid or insane, but I owe it to him to remember what it was like to be tormented. I owe it to him to remember him. So yes, Shawn. Show me what a real man's like. Without a hint of sarcasm or irony, I'd like to see that.  YASYCTAI: Remember what you promised yourself. (60 mins/2 pts) Labels: discussion, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, December 03, 2009 | |
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Juggling Location: 23:00 yest, an orange chair Mood: tired Music: I don't have a simple answer Have y'noticed the disturbing trend in commercials and movies where people're in a car and then another car comes outta nowhere and just smashes them up? I can relate. S'for the shock value, yeah. But it does illustrate a point: y'never can tell what's gonna happen, good or bad. Finally got some significant scratch from a gig I did ages ago. Cannot tell you how excited I was about that. But then another, unpleasant, thing popped up unexpectedly from a different area of my life. And I'm back to square one. Juggling your health, wealth and relationships's never easy. Sorry this post's late, been busy. Juggling, y'see... Thanks to koreanjohnny for pointing this out. It's good for a laugh. YASYCTAI: Get a prioritization system. (45 mins/1 pt) Labels: accident, disappointed, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, October 22, 2009 | |
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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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Tuesday, October 13, 2009 | |
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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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Thursday, October 08, 2009 | |
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Clear Location: 16:00 yest, Grand Central Mood: still @#$@#$ sick Music: Singing to my pillow, I woke up out of tune.  Went for a walk with my girl downtown this past weekend. Maybe that's what made me sick again. Was worth it though. There're few things in life as a walk down Central Park and Broadway on a nice day. Saw a girl in a cat costume with a hula hoop. Been taking alla the junk I found cleaning my cellar and selling it on ebay, craigslist, you name it. Found this one dress with a price tag that said $14,000 in there and more computers than y'can shake a stick at. Some things I remember, some things I have no idea how they got there. Story of my life, yeah? In A Study in Scarlet, Sherlock Holmes said to Watson that the mind's like an attic - y'can only have so much crap in it before you run outta room. Einstein echoed this when he said that, Never memorize what you can look up in books. But I digress, point is that I'm tossing a lotta old stuff to make room for new stuff. Still sick - my head's stuffy. But I'm trying to clear things out. Wanna unclutter my mind and suppose that starts with uncluttering everything else. YASYCTAI: Unclutter. (days/2 pts) Labels: discussion, sick 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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Sweep the leg Location: 18:20, yest, adjusting watch on Broadway Mood: annoyed Music: I'll soon be back again That's what I said in China Kreese: Sweep the leg. (pause) Do you have a problem with that? Johnny: No, Sensei. In three years, never really discussed politics. Having said that, always considered myself a moderate conservative. Believe in small government, free markets, few social programs, meritocracies, etc. This judge once wrote of the Chinese, "[t]heir dissimilarity in physical characteristics, in language, manners, and religions...prevent the possibility of their assimilation with our people." He hoped that "some way may be devised to prevent their further immigration." Here's the thing though, he wrote that while striking down this law called the Pigtail Ordinance. Why? Not cause he liked the Chinese, he hated us, but cause the law itself was unconstitutional. It was a law that was innocent on it's face - if you went to jail you hadta get your hair cut - but clearly it was an end runaround meant to harass the Chinese and their queues. Even the authors of the bill acknowledged this. So the judge struck it down. Cause, as much as he hated the Chinese, he respected the law. And a law that singled out one group of people - and he grudgingly admitted we were people - was unconstitutional. And thus, he had to strike it down, making him seriously unpopular in Cali. This health care issue troubles me. The whole tenor of it bugs me. Cause people don't seem to want a fair fight. The judge's view was this, "Despite my personal feeling, my personal hatred, I'll put that aside to do what's right for the country. If we're right - that Chinese're second class people - then we don't gotta break the law to prove it." Course, he was wrong on that point but that's neither here nor there. Look, if y'really have a strong point, use that. Don't make up things like death panels and resort to things like heckling. Don't people, liberals/conservatives, just get tired of just making crap up to win? Like the idiots that genuinely think 9/11 was by the Bush administration or a Jewish cabal. It's a sad state of affairs, is what I'm trying to say. YASYCTAI: Do you know any other stories of someone that you wouldn't expect to fight fairly, but did? Find it so interesting, when people don't act like you'd expect. (20 mins/1 pt) Labels: 9/11, discussion, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Public Service Announcement 2009 Location: my front room Mood: rum-obsessed Music: Pour rentrer dans les soirées célib à 30 ans  For those of you that speak geek: Spent the last 96 hours figuring out why I only got three clear QAM channels - turns out a weak signal and a kinked coax'll waste four days of your life. Picked up a signal amplifier, and some new cable and now I'm in business. Knee-deep in cables, chili and rum. It's the only way for a geek to spend Labor Day ---------- Speaking of speaking in a foreign language, Federico Fellini once said that, "A different language is a different vision of life." As promised and as a supplement to last year. Onea the things about being Chinese-American is that a vast majority of my friends're at least bilingual. Heartgirl and KG Betty speak four. Me? Was always crappy at languages. My French teacher gave me a good grade for the effort. Hate pity so decided to learn how to be a good language student in college. Didn't work. Funny thing's that the guy that teaches me how to break people's arms also told me how to learn a language way back when. Part 1 - from R. Dreifuss (doctoral candidate at Columbia U. and general bad-ass) See, he said, they always teach language the wrong way in school. Every language's got the same things, the same patterns. Once you learn alla the patterns, y'just need the words to go into that pattern. English: "(noun) is better than (noun)." German: "(noun) ist besser als (noun)." Mandarin: "(noun) bi (noun) hao." English: "Rum is better than beer." German: "Rum ist besser als Bier." Mandarin: "Rum bi beer hao." Once y'have the patterns down, you need only learn the vocabulary that goes into the patterns. Part Two - From Barry FarberBelieve, truly believe, that language isn't the words you read/write. It's the words you hear/say. Take the word Knife. We say, nigh-feh but it's supposed to sound like, ka-ni-fee - cause that's how it's spelled. Put it another way, the letters k-n-i-f-e just makes a picture that prompts us to say nigh-feh. More eloquently, the written word is merely the symbolic representation of the language - it is not the language itself. So stop learning how to read/write and concentrate on learning how to communicate. I'm illiterate in Chinese, German, and, if y'read this blog, English. Doesn't matter. Y'understand what I'm trying to say. Which brings me to... Part Three - From me/NLP Language isn't what y'say. It's what the listener hears. Good luck.If y'wanna learn a language, pick up the Pimsleur series and supplement it with the Living Language series six months after you've started the Pimsleur series. Viel Glueck. Jia yo. Man, alla this talk about rum... YASYCTAI: Consider learning Mandarin. Cause you're gonna work with onea us someday if y'don't already. (three short years/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, Labor Day Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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No, not that Matthew Perry... Location: 14:00 yest, melting at 14th Street Mood: still #@$@#$@# hot Music: Callin all nations To put it on the line  Her: Cruise's a good actor. I mean, when he plays a character, he's that character. Not like...like Claire Danes or Matthew Perry, who just play themselves every time. Obviously I'm a history nerd in addition to being a tech one. It's the truest expression of egalitarianism, cause people do the same thing over and over regardless of race, creed or religion. People're people, world around. And people're not sane, world around. People think that Asia didn't have guns way back then. They did. The Japanese has it as far back as the 16th Century but they pretty much banned it around the 17th century. Which woulda been great except fast forward to March 31, 1854, when Matthew Perry (not that Matthew Perry) sailed into Japan with a crapton of guns. Last Thursday, the Hiroshima mayor backed Obama's call to get ridda all nuclear bombs by 2020. Which would be great if everyone was sane. They're not. Scarier is that these not sane people find each other and toss their not sane ideas back and forth. 1970's Cambodia, 1930's Germany, Saudi Arabia, North Korea - these're whole countries with people not operating with a full deck at the helm. Look I'm a pacifist. But the problem with most people is that they think, "Well, I wouldn't do that." That's a dangerous thing to think. Cause most people don't do what you'd do - they do what they'd do. ---------- Finally feels like August in the big city; I need a slip-n-slide like below. Cannot wait for the fall... YASYCTAI: Have you been in the water yet this summer? Y'gotta...(40 mins/0.5 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Thursday, August 06, 2009 | |
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Beautiful plans Location: 20:00, yest, leather couch on 73rd Mood: still hot Music: I was following though with my beautiful plans  Him: Ran into your ex the other day...she didn't really want to talk about what happened with you two. Me: Don't blame her - wasn't our best moment, if you will. Him: Y'don't hate her? Me: (thinking) Put it this way - if y'were a 31 year-old chick in a happy, stable, relationship, would you throw it all away on some meaningless flings? In other words, how much of a ______ would I have to be for her to do that? Wasn't our best moment. Wasn't my best moment. But I'm trying to be better. Her: He and I were married 10 years. Now we're not. I had all these plans... Me: Yeah, y'had all these beautiful plans. Now you gotta come up with new ones. And you will. Right now, y'think of them every minute yeah? But in a while, it'll be every other minute. Then it'll be every other hour. One day you'll realize, y'didn't think of them, or him, all day. Then someday months'll go by when y'don't think of them. Her: I can't imagine that... Me: That's what I thought. Since I'm probably older than you, two random thinks I've learned:
Had a condo board meeting today. Tried several times to resign as president. Nope. It's like being in the mafia. Damn that Asian work ethic... YASYCTAI: Write yourself an email and send it on a delay, like five or 10 years. And start it off with, (NAME), it's you. Sorry for screwing you. Also, sorry for eating alla those donuts and smoking, dude. Really...(10 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: dialogue, discussion, hope, regret Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009 | |
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...you're speaking Martian? Location: giving her the finger on 59th Street Mood: full Music: maybe I'm the broken one  Buddy once told me this story once, maybe it was on SNL, where this really lonely dude had this affliction where he could only talk in a really sarcastic voice. Yet everything he said was in earnest. Her: Do you wanna play? Him: Oh puh-lease, I totally wanna play with someone like you. Like I'm so lonely... Her: Jerk... And yet he did. My buddy, who's not a sentimental fella, said it was poignant. Consider this, it's said that: Communication isn't what the speaker says, it's what the listener hears. And my weekend sucked cause...don't it feel like sometimes that everyone's speaking English and you're speaking Martian? ---------- Me: How much longer till the food's ready? Him: (laughing) Shaddup and drink your girlie pink wine. Me: Oh, I'm drinking it...y'watch...I'm drinking it... OK fine, it didn't totally suck; saw a lotta old friends the past two days. Lemme give you the Zone Improvement Plan version:
Or that y'keep saying the same things over again but no one ever hears? Buddy once told me this story once, maybe it was on SNL...  YASYCTAI: Maybe y'should stop speaking Martian. But how when y'didn't have anyone to talk to for the first 19 years? (years/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, goodbye, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009 | |
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Clean Location: 15:30 yest, the 66th Street B&N Mood: over-caffeinated Music: Always wanted to see the colours of your destiny  Her: (laughing hysterically) When did you do that? Me: Breathe mom, breathe... Had dinner at the Telephone Bar the other night before catching Paul for a party at the same place as this entry. Same people, same discussions, worse weather but good all around. Spent mosta the night trying to pick up this one girlie Paul mentioned he found attractive; that is until he saw her up close and decided wasn't his type. Oh well, at least it kept me busy. The next day I had myself brunch around the way at a joint called Nonna where I had real corned beef hash; like not from a can. It's these little things that make my day. ---------- Been working on the manuscript again; this's now year seven. Should really just finish it now that I got the time. Y'ever pick up something you wrote before and think, What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that? Literally, every single year I work on it, have that same thought. Speaking of older stuff, my mom somehow found Bachelor Cooking, which I think is the best thing Rain and I've done together. Maybe we should dust it off again. Cept we can't stand working with each other. In close to three years of writing On (or close) to Schedule, never mentioned why I don't curse or why I'm deliberately vague. It's cause I assume that my mom'll, or someone from RL'll find it. It's made me a better writer, I think. Pound-for-pound, the funniest comedian out there is Brian Regan. And he's beyond clean. And the pinnacle of television comedy, IMHO, is The Contest; which is both completely filthy and completely clean at the same time. That's really hard. Don't get my wrong, my manuscript's nuthin like this blog; it's pretty salty. But alla this stuff I put up online, put up knowing that online stuff's forever. This blog coulda easily gone the way of a sleezy, douchey, caricature. Instead, went the way of a clumsy nerd who ends up looking like an idiot as much as he doesn't. Realized also, wasn't so much offended by raunchy, filthy, foul-mouthed posts, myspace/twitter musings and blogs - was just kinda bored by it. Started wearing white again after bout 15 years of not. Cause, being as clumsy as I am, it's near impossible to keep something clean. But, for me, it's just better that way. Me: (a minute later) So what did you think of it? Her: (still laughing) Me: Ok, I'm gonna go now... YASYCTAI: Try writing something a completely different way. (30 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, rant Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, July 09, 2009 | |
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The purpose of life is... Location: 18:30 yest, watching geese in the Hudson Mood: grateful Music: hold on, hold on let me get the words out before I burst  Let's play a game; finish this sentence and then I'll see you on the other side of this quick post: The purpose of life is ______________. ---------- Got an email the other day from out of the blue from someone I dated. ...and i know this is random, but for what it's worth, thank you for never having sex with me, when we were seeing each other. i wish i could expand on that further, but something tells me that i don't really have to, i know you understand. Also got an email and $40 from 0utre cause I sent her slim coin for a paring knife a few years back when I had some spare scratch. I took that paring knife with me everywhere. I won't ever forget your kindness to me then and now, may we meet someday so I can return the kindness once again in person in a more human manner. Kindest Regards. Finally, someone else wrote me and said, Logan, you don't know me - well, that's not completely true. I met you once and you mentioned the blog so I read you. And keep reading. The funny thing is that I find myself saying things that you said in your blog in conversations with other people. And I wanted to say thanks because you make me think of good things. Most things I read don't. ----------Everyone finishes that sentence differently. Here's the thing - how you finish that sentence shapes how you live your life (or vice versa). Consider how differently these guys live their lives:
Well, suppose that's a post for another time. Do wanna say that it was very different not that long ago when I was friends with the Devil and didn't have to unwrap my food. In fact, it was onea the above. Which one? That too's a post for a different time, yeah? But I wanna say thanks to the girlie I dated, Outre and my anonymous fan. Cause y'make me think that maybe I'm on the right path to fulfilling my true purpose. YASYCTAI: Finish the sentence. Honestly (and tell me in the comment). Extra half-point: ask the person y'love to... (1 min/2.5 pts) Labels: discussion, story Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 6 comments ::
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Purpose Location: 14:00 yest, having sushi on Amsterdam Mood: damp Music: Hold Tight. Oh, she said, any way you want it.  Been dealing with this accountant who seems to know nothing about accounting. Reminds me of a conversation had with AAA a few years ago. Me: I need someone to come tow my car. Her: We can't do that right now. Me: Miss, that's like my going into Burger King, asking for a burger and you saying, Oh we don't have burgers. It's your purpose. Her: S'cuse me, what? Me: Sweetie, it's your purpose. It's like a condom. It only has one purpose; should it fail in that purpose, it's raison d'etre's moot. Her: (annoyed) I don't get it and I'm not your sweetie! Me: Well, not with that attitude, you're not... I'd call this accountant a *complete* idiot, but that'd give him too much credit. ---------- Met up with my friend Steele for lunch. He's getting married. Asked him if he was ok with being with one person for the resta his life. Him: Well, in addition to finding her attractive, I get along with her and her family. Me: Is that enough? Him: (thinking) Think of the hottest girl in the world. Me: OK, done. Him: Somewhere out there, there some guy thinking, I'm totally tired of ____ing her. Me: (laughing) Him: Getting along well...that's a lot right there. YASYCTAI: Been spending a lotta time figuring out my purpose here. Dunno what it is yet. Do you? (dunno/2 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Jail Debt Location: 23:00 yest, hurtling down 9A Mood: puzzled Music: I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side  Her: Oriental Avenue, $100. Do you want to buy it? Me: Yes. I am Asian, after all. Went to see the musical Rock of Ages this past weekend as an escape from the rain in NYC. Was packed. Was also one of only two Asians in the whole crowd and don't think I saw a single black or Hispanic in the lot. Dunno why. Good show. Next night, played Monopoly for the first time in over a decade. One would think that it would be impossible to end up in jail six times in a row and nine times overall. One would be mistaken. You and your luck, she said. Lost a lotta hands. But won the game. Maybe my life'll be the same, yeah? ---------- Just walked in the door after helping a little old lady fix her computer somewhere north of the city. Cost me three hours of my life. But she helped me out some a little while back. Hate being in anyone's debt and I never forget a favour. As a bonus, she gave me a bowl of ravioli and a Coors Light. Dinner of champions. YASYCTAI: Pay back a favour. (dunno/2 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, grey, hope Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009 | |
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How'd you not know? Location: my clean room Mood: accomplished! Music: Earth below us, drifting, falling, Floating weightless, calling, calling home Me: Y'home? I'm by your pad. Him: I'm sick, bedridden, and vomiting. Me: What're you trying to say? A story goes that a snake wants to cross a river. So he asks a frog to carry him across. The frog goes, Screw you. You're just gonna bite me. So the snake goes, Nah, we'll both drown if I do that. So the frog figures that makes sense. Midway, the snake bites the frog, who goes, #@$! Why'd you do that? Now we're both gonna die. As the snake goes under, he goes, It's in my nature. Y'knew what I was when you picked me up. Thoughta that story this past weekend, when I told someone about the SA in Nazi Germany. Before the SS, the SA were the guys that brought Hitler to power. If the SS were the well-dressed executioners of the Nazi party, the SA were the fat, meathead brawlers. After the Nazi party seized power, Hitler had them all killed, in the Night of the Long Knives, including onea his best friends, Ernst Roehm (who was also gay). Thought of this again this morning on the train to have lunch with my dad and sis. Headline in the paper read, Taliban feel Pakistani Wrath. It's about how, after the Taliban blew up a Pakistani mosque, Pakistan realized these guys were a buncha sick scumbags. To Ernst Roehm, the Pakistani government and that frog, I gotta say, Cm'on...it's in their nature - how're you surprised? You knew what they were when y'picked them up. ---------- Finally finished cleaning my new pad. Found a switchblade I got when I was a kid. Always kinda surprised I made it to 36. ---------- Here's a pic of the Shuttle Atlantis against the sun. Any douchebag can break stuff down. But this kinda stuff, this kinda stuff's the stuff of God.  YASYCTAI: What's on your MP3 player? Logan needs new tunes. Yes, I'm referring to myself in third person. Logan says it's ok. (10 mins/0.5 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: dialogue, discussion, faith Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 6 comments ::
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