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And I'm not Location: my grey half-couch Mood: distressed Music: You don't know me at all  Glad somea you liked my last post. Interestingly, only four things I said're false. Ah, mystery... ---------- Me: I think I can come. Lemme ask the girl. Him: Why don't you tell her that you're going out, dammit? Me: And that's why you're single and I'm not. Him: That's probably true. Saw a buddy on Saturday in a park downtown. The sun was out but the soil was still muddy. We started off fencing and ended up wresting in the mud. Then the girl and I went off to the MOMA to check out some exhibits. Sunday, went to church for Easter. Assuming that I'm correct in that your life is your 1/3 physical, 1/3 intellectual, and 1/3 spiritual, felt good about my weekend. Except for my Sunday night. It coulda been (lots) better, but y'can't have it all. Monday, court again - not involving me, thankfully - and then off to see the rents. My dad's home from away. Me: There's really no place like home, yeah? Him: No place. YASYCTAI: Intellectual, physical, spiritual - time for a stretch. (120 mins/2 pts)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 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, January 19, 2010 | |
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Fatty of my own Location: three blocks away Mood: stuffed Music: Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized  Walked down to Times Square from the UWS to catch the da Vinci exhibit. That's a whole entry there but just lemme say that: (a) there was a time when religion, science, and art went together and (b) it strikes me as really strange that the same country that gave us da Vinci gave us the people on the Jersey Shore. Speakinga giving us people, Bryson came by with his fatty today and she was the cutest thing. Make's me think about having a kid myself. Then again, can barely take carea George and Harold. Still, think all guys start thinking about cranking out a few rug rats roundabout this time. As I told you before, Bryson's no joke - took the bronze at the Pan-Americans. But something about a kid mellows a fella out. Cooked him up some wings and we kicked back a beer as she drooled happily all over him. Then had dinner with a buddy that owns this jaw-dropping 4,400 SF pad and four kids a few blocks from me. It's cool, seeing your friends become men. Like I said, maybe I'll get a fatty of my own some day. YASYCTAI: Remember MLK; text HAITI to 90999. (2 mins/1 pt) Labels: another entry, family, george, harold, MLK Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, December 29, 2009 | |
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2000-2009 Location: a room with red-brick walls Mood: so very grateful Music: but sister, you know I'm so weary So this guy, his wife, and his son, go to the big city for the first time. They walk inna the first big building they see. While the wife goes off to look at something, the man and son stare at an elevator. Never saw one before. The two watch this old, weary woman make her way inna one. They see the elevator doors close, bells and lights go off, and then the doors open and a beautiful woman steps out. The father's mouth drops open and he turns quickly to his son and goes: Boy, go find you mama, right quick. Old joke. But made me think that I came inna 2000 one way, came out a whole other. Kinda. 1999 - become a lawyer. 2000 - leave the only job I ever had to change the world. Enter girl. 2001 - sit in a room with a red brick wall and saw buildings come down. Exit girl. 2002 - enter girl. 2003 - start one of several companies. 2004 - buy my pad. Exit room with a red brick wall. 2005 - exit companies. 2006 - take a temp gig that lasts for three years. CashCab. Exit girl. Start blog. 2007 - 72Canal: good. Lose life savings; get in a car accident: bad. 2008 - grandmother passes. Never get to say goodbye. Enter Heartgirl. 2009 - still a lawyer. Move back to a room with a red brick wall. Heartgirl's come with. In Orange Sky, Alexi Murdoch says, Yes, I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky With my brother and my sister standing by Make light of my insomnia - and alla the things that bring it about - a lot. But if I were truly honest with you, there were times that I thought that I couldn't bear the thought of another sleepless night. Could not bear it. And if not my brother and sister, wouldn'tve. Not sleeping for 48 hours'll make y'think all sortsa crazy. Life's hard enough without your people. So I wish for your 2010-2019 that, if you've not found your person, you've at least found your people. They're your mirrors and help you Dunno what 2010-2019's gonna be like - probably nuthin like I expect it. But it's ok, got my people and my person. See you in the next decade! Ah, that joke never gets old, yeah? YASYCTAI: Make your plans for the next 10 years. Then watch God laugh. If you're lucky, you'll laugh too. (5,259,487 mins/4 pts) Labels: faith, family, friends, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, October 29, 2009 | |
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Ring Location: 17:00 yest, Asian supermarket buying corn Mood: awake Music: been waitin' all my life, and now I found you I haz Mac. The little nerd is me's doing cartwheels. ---------- Left my ring at the wrestling mat the other day. When I first got it years ago, my mom was certain that I'd lose it within a few months. It's the only piece of jewelry I wear on a regular basis. It's actually not the ring you see above, mine's silver and black - pretty sure that if you look at some pics, it'll be there. It's not so much that it's my college ring but that my parent's got it for me. Back then, they never're ones for frivolous things like rings, which made it all that more important to me. Was all panicked that someone woulda heisted it but the owner of the gym said she found it and kept it for me. Picked it up the very next day. 18 years I've had it. Onea the few things wouldn't sell or part with for anything. YASYCTAI: Clean out the junk on your harddrive. Jeez, there's a lotta junk. (hrs/1 pt) Labels: family Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009 | |
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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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Tuesday, September 22, 2009 | |
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Not out to hurt nobody Location: 18:00 yest, finishing the appetizer in LI Mood: sympathetic Music: Hey Abigail, I know your day has been hell My friend's having a bad day so I rang her. Wanted to tell her that daylight comes after the dark. Didn't get the chance. It's not a platitude, just simple truth. Hopefully she still reads me. ---------- Her:...left of the overpass. There's usually parking there. Me: Got it. Oh and it's a trestle not an overpass cause it's for a train not car. Just thought y'should know... Brother: (muttering in passenger seat) It's troubling that you know that. My brother came to visit me over the weekend so gave him the keys to my apartment. I've three doors and never lock the third one. But for some inexplicable reason, locked it. So the poor guy was outside in the cold at 5AM for two hours. He called WM who insisted on driving in from across the river, to drop him off at the 'rents. Took about an hour. Both said it wasn't a big deal. They're just too nice t'get mad at me. S'ok, I'm mad at myself. ---------- Her: Long Island? Why are you taking a class in Long Island? Me: They have a steak dinner afterward. Her: You're going all the way out to Long Island just for that? Me: Did y'not hear what I said? They have a steak dinner afterward. Her: But it's all the way out... Me: (slowly) Steak...dinner. YASYCTAI: Learn the difference between a dash, an em-dash, an en-dash, & a hyphen - note that y'may be a huge nerd. (60 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, September 17, 2009 | |
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Support Location: inside all day Mood: guilty Music: You and me got so much to prove  KG Betty called me tonight from Korea to tell me the news. Me: $50,000?! How big is something like that? Her: Three carats. Me: Jeez! Considering how short you are, y'should just wear it around your neck. Like Flavor Flav. OK, I didn't say the Flavor Flav line, but I totally wanted to. ---------- Different conversation with a different woman. Her: Did your parents support your decisions growing up? Me: Well, not so much during the 80s, 90s and 2000s. (pause) But I'm hoping this year'll be different. Her: (pause then laughter) They've actually always been mostly supportive of the truly questionable decisions my siblings and I've made in our past. Which is not to say they weren't typical in some respects, like our education, but they gave us a good amount of latitude. For that, I'm grateful. My pastor once said that everything in our lives can be traced back to being born to the parents we were born to. That's so true - imagine your life if you were born to a Somalian farmer or a North Korean soldier. My brother called me recently in the middle of the night. Apparently, my dad got lost. The thing is, he doesn't get lost. He just doesn't. Especially not in near home. It's a small thing, yeah. But it bothers me greatly. Me: Y'ok? Him: Me? Don't worry, I'm fine. I just got a little...confused. Me: (pause) Hey, I'm gonna come home for dinner this weekend. Him: Oh, that's great! I'll cook. Me: (slowly) Yeah, sounds great... YASYCTAI: Check in with people. (20 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 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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Friday, June 19, 2009 | |
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Wannabe Sleepyhead Location: 21:00, yest, eating poorly in Queens Mood: guilty Music: they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Not been sleeping again and've been hitting gym. Tend to look my best when I feel my worst. 16 tabs of ibuprofen and a protein shake for lunch can't possibly be good. Don't it sometimes feel like you're sleepwalking through life? The rain's the only thing that reminds me I'm awake. ---------- Went to see my dad tonight for father's day and got into a terrible argument. We actually get along better than most fathers and sons, but still, there's a reason why children move away. Dunno what you think of me; I'm probably shorter, geekier, and clumsier than you think I am. Or not, dunno. Do have my moments of eloquence - just not with my father. Something about fathers turn logical, dispassionate men into yell-ey, argumentative sons. But, if I had the composure to think of it - and the vocabulary in Chinese to say it - woulda told him this poem by Kahil Gibran: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. What I actually said was more like, Lemme live my life, ok? Do have my moments of eloquence. But only with strangers reading me on digital ink. Just not with my father, whom I love more than most anything - even the rum - but don't wanna be. YASYCTAI: Have y'ever written an email/letter to your dad? Not easy. Even if y'like writing, it's not easy. (hours/2 pts) Labels: family, father's day, insomnia Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009 | |
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...then back to cleaning the cellar Location: 17:00, meeting my attorney Mood: still #$!$#! sick Music: breathe some life into me  Her: We have leftovers. Do you want some? Someone asked what to do in the city when you're visiting. Won't give you advice. But I'll just be more descriptive this week about my haunts, ok? Spent the weekend trying to clean out my cellar and not be sick. Fail on both counts. Lived in my same apartment for over a decade. Put it this way, 10+ of the women I dated last year were 11 years old when I moved in. Found long forgotten things: postcards, letters, tapes, cds, class notes. Goes on. Another entry, I suppose. Managed to cut out one night to meet up with my brother, WM and Paul at a bar downtown where I ran into Sckim. Stumbled over to Heartgirl's later on that night. Then back to cleaning the cellar. Next nights, saw them all again for dinner at John's Pizza. Best pizza in the city that you can get a in former cathedral off Times Square. Best. Then back to cleaning the cellar. Next night, duck out to stop by Paul's. Although I had a full dinner, they had Thai leftovers that smelled great, so I inhaled those too. Afterward, went to Solas, my regular hangout. Then back to cleaning the cellar. Didn't have time to see my mom for mother's day but did see my brother before he left. We walked past a street fair with Paul to St. Marks for some 2 Brothers Pizza, which is the best tasty pizza in the city for $1 a slice. Because it's so cheap, the stuff is amazingly fresh. Five minutes after a pie is out, it's sliced up and consumed. We also went to Mamouns for a falafel. Then we went to BBQ Chicken for some chicken and fries. Then we went back to 2 Brother's Pizza for more pizza. All within 30 minutes. 75% of the meals my bro eats when he visits is pizza cause the pizza in Cali's not the same. He's probably landing in LA right about now. Me? Just spilled some rum all over my desk. Suppose I should clean that up. Then back to cleaning the cellar.  YASYCTAI: Clean out the storage area. Who knows what you'll find? (days/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Thursday, April 23, 2009 | |
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So here's what I remember Location: 20:00 yest., eating another piece of sushi in Queens Mood: burp Music: I'm tearing at the seams. You on the other hand  Don't wanna go out for my birthday but Paul insists. He, Hazel and WM take me out for some killer Indian food. Afterward, Paul and Hazel pick up a bottle of rum and we kill it on a balcony overlooking Broadway in the Village. Paul even picked up a cake. Me: Have I thanked you enough for this? Paul: Yeah...no prob, as long as you had a good one for a change. Everyone needs a good birthday. Me: Well, my birthdays are usually pretty good - it's just that the other 364 days leave much to be desired. Stupid friends won't even let a guy be depressed on his birthday.  Saturday, dash off to Brooklyn for something and rush home to make a wedding for a buddy I've not seen in years. The most beautiful woman in the room spies me walking in and takes my hand. Her: (beaming) You came! I keep talking about you. (takes me by the hand and pulls me in front of a table of strangers) Everyone - this is my son. Everyone (in unison): Hello! Me: (laughing) Hi. My world's a small place. Alla my guy friends are comparing their ueber expensive automatic watches. Sold mine to pay for for law school stuff. Miss my Seamaster the most. But don't have time to be sad. Dash off to see my buddy El for her housewarming. Rain and the gang're there including Tess (who's in Kings, should it not get canceled) and Eve. We all go up to the roof, which is dark. But not in a cool way, more in a pitch black kinda way. Eve: This is sorta nice. Me: Yeah, if you're a rapist. Rape-y becomes the word of the night .  While there, get a call from a girl Shin I've not seen in 15 years telling me she's in town. She's a professor now. Crazy. So we meet up and soon, about eight of us are in a karaoke bar downtown where people are butchering Phil Collins. My brother's best friend is there with her 18 year old sister who delights in the fact that I'm, quite literally, twice her age now. She puts a note in front of me that makes me laugh. But it's almost 3AM and Shin's boyfriend turns out to be a drunk douche so I bounce before I can deck him.  Yesterday, I see Heartgirl. We go out and she has a glass of wine and listens to my stories. I like her more than anything. Even rum. Today, have dinner with the family at an all-you-can eat buffet. Sister: Why are you sitting like that? Me: So I can get a better view of the sushi chef. You have to plan these things. Thanks for the birthday wishes, they meant a lot to me. Really. Every writer likes knowing that someone, somewhere's reading them. YASYCTAI: Have you called your mother? (10 mins/2 pts) Labels: birthday, dialogue, family, friends, New York City, nightlife, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Thursday, March 19, 2009 | |
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Oatmeal or gruel? Vicodin or Rum? Location: 15:07 yest, getting drilled in Queens Mood: more ouch Music: sings a song Sounds like she's singing oooh baby  Her: Let's get going to see the dentist. Me: OK, just lemme grab my keys. (sound of cloth ripping) Um, I think I just ripped my pants. Her: (shakes head) I'm going to wait upstairs. Had my second root canal today. If you're contemplating getting one, reconsider. They are not nearly as fun as you might imagine. Visit three of nine. Know what you never wanna hear your dentist say? Well, that's unusual. That's what y'never wanna hear your dentist say. Assistant: Do you want more novocaine? Me: (muffled) God yes. Actually been sleeping better, what with the quantity of drugs in my system. But when I'm not, I'm reading Outliers. Probably his best book - and I liked the other two. Y'should read it. We'll discuss when I'm not so cloudy. Saw my mom for dinner. Her: You're coming home for dinner? (thinking) I'll make oatmeal then. Me: NO MORE OATMEAL! Instead, had rice gruel and 10,000 year old egg. So. Painful. Least it wasn't oatmeal. To add insult to injury, evidently washing down vicodin with rum is strongly discouraged. Which means I gotta choose which pain reliever I love more. Me: ...sorta felt like a hammer slamming into my tooth... Brother: (interrupting) Y'know, using the words hammer and tooth in the same sentence results in, one would say, dubious enjoyment potential. On the plus side, I'm gonna see me some Fleetwood Mac tonight. But first I gotta prep breakfast. Two guesses what I'm having. YASYCTAI: Eat more oatmeal - (a) because why should I be only one that has to and (b) it's good for you. Keep telling yourself that. (50 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, February 27, 2009 | |
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Down from your fences Location: 19:14 yest, 462 Amsterdam Ave Mood: pensive Music: ain't gettin no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin you  Heartgirl: (bursts out laughing) Those old ladies back there said, There's a sexy Asian guy! Me: I am! (turning to her) Kidding - it's only cause I've got such a lovely accessory... Her: (beams) Me: ...my cool leather jacket. Her: (laughs again) Yes, you're really popular with the cougars. Don't think I've ever gone this long without a single client calling me. Man, it's like death out there. Gotta tap into my last little bit of emergency coin but suppose this is emergency time. Been keeping busy trying to get some some things settled, though. The thesis, paperwork, continuing education. Lotsa stuff. Personal stuff too - saw my cousins last night. We never hang out. No reason, just don't. People think I eat a lot. These guys, these guys can pound. And they're all normal looking. Talked about our grandmother. They said, without trying to make me feel bad, that I shoulda seen her. Least said goodbye. Told them I couldn't. They said my mom sat all by her lonesome at the funeral. Somehow, knew that without them telling me that. Guess cause I do that too, sometimes. Told them that I'm closer to 40 than I am to 30. And I'm still waiting for my real life to begin. Man, how silly's that? YASYCTAI: See someone for dinner that you've been meaning to. (90 mins/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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What to do? Location: 18:00 yest, getting my hair cut Mood: anxious Music: I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook  Her: Sorry, I just started taking piano lessons, so I have to play these scales. Me: (laughing) S'your house... At the rents. Mom's 60-something and learning to play the piano. My older brother just picked up the drums and base - he already plays the piano and guitar. We're all geeky. Music? Got a tin ear. But, been thinking of learning another language and/or study for the Zertifikat Deutsch exams. I should work on my Chinese but, let's be honest: (a) my Chinese sucks and (b) it'd take a long time to learn to be literate. Think I could teach myself French in about a year and I could probably pass the German exams in about six-eight months. For some reason my tongue works well in German. Chinese and French? Not so much. But, I've still gotta finish that damn thesis and also get my manuscript published. Plus I wanna wrestle again. It's strange; sleeping better than I have in years but doing half the things. The grass is always greener / das Gras ist immer grüner / 老婆是别人的靓; lǎo pó shì bié rén de liàng. Yes, I had to look up the Chinese - see comment (a), supra. Damn stupid grass. ---------- Me: I'm not cold. Her: Use this blanket. Me: I'm not cold! Her: (puts blanket on me) Use it! Me: Mom, I'm not cold, I'm 36 this year, and I'm trying to balance spreadsheets for my 2008 business tax returns - do you mind? Her: (sniffs) Whatever! I'm going to sleep. Me: (ten minutes later - thinking) This is an awfully nice blanket... ----------
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Friday, December 26, 2008 | |
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Bonus post Location: for eight hours on Xmas, my office Mood: stuffed! Music: goodness and light The child  Well, I'm back. For some reason, Blogger just wouldn't let me post for two days. Which, to me was an eternity. Ate my weight in all sortsa food this holiday season - admittedly, what I do every holiday season. People are always surprised at the sheer volume of food I can pack away - even those that should be used to it by now. Me: (holding bag of chips) Can I open this? Her: (looking up from computer) There's an open bag in the living room. Me: Ate that one. Her: Oh. Well, there's an open bag on top of the microwave. Me: Are that one too. Her: I just opened that an hour ago! You ate all of it? Me: Yes. Her: Where do you put it all? (shaking head, sighing) Yes. You can open that. Me: Thanks mom! (pause) BTW, we're out of milk now. Her: (grumbling and turning back to computer) ... Happy Xmas, everyone! YASYCTAI: Do yesterday's again. (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: christmas 2008, family Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008 | |
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The California Sun Location: Santa Monica in my head Mood: tired but hopeful Music: something always comes up something always makes her stay  Me and my Mom Her: You're always seeing someone. Me: No, I mean I'm seeing someone... Her: (puts down hula hoop) Wait, what does that mean? (excitedly) Are you getting married soon? Is she nice? Does she want kids? What's her name? Me: (sighs) Clearly, I've just made a grave error in judgment. Me and my Brother Him: When I left NYC for LA, I had two suitcases and a guitar. Then when I left LA for Miami, had a house fulla crap, a cat, and a wife. Me: And now that you're moving back to LA? Him: Well (thinking) I still have a house fulla crap and the cat (pause) But I've since shed the wife tho... The cool thing about the people that you're close to is the shorthand language you've got. My brother used to sing in a bar while in med school. One song was about this singer in a bar that loved a waitress named Rachel who wanted to move to LA. The guy didn't know what to say, so he just said, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun. For years my bro said he'd move to LA. Always joked that if he ever did, I'd want a postcard from LA. Then one day he just up and left with two suitcases and a guitar. Spur of the moment thing. Poof. Week or so later, got a postcard with a picture of the California sun and not much else. Didn't need much else. I remember that I sat down on my striped sofa and cleared my throat. Then I cleared a place for it on my fridge. Somewhere through the years, lost it. Stupid roommates. S'ok though - lookee what I got today:  YASYCTAI: Send someone a nice picture. If y'got time, send me one too. (1 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: blue sky, dialogue, family, goodbye, story, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 01, 2008 | |
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Hoops Location: 19:23 yest, Riverside Park doing taiji and not picking up a blonde Mood: grateful Music: on the faces of people going by I see friends  Saw my parents the other day and my mom was still outta sorts. So she picked herself up a hula-hoop. Said that she hadn't used one in like 40 years. But she's proud cause she can do it like 200 times. Gotta say, I was impressed. As I write this, she's singing What A Wonderful World in the other room. I smile cause she's getting better and shut off the TV to listen. ---------- Read all the comments from my last post and Sarcasticserum said that I have my own little internet cheering section. That made me laugh. S'fair trade: I give the you spectacle of my ridiculous life and you sit and read. A comment or two couldn't hurt. Still, what's more boring than a non-womanizing, womanizer? But, hope you stick around anyway. Cause it's always the supporting cast that really makes the show worth Hazel: Good luck, Logan. I'm hoping that whatever you have with Heartgirl is...exactly what you want it to be. (pause) You should put away my toothbrush. You need to make room for hers. Blue: I wish you were my person...mostly because I want to meet him already. But if you're not my person, maybe you're my people. It's hard finding good people. You can never have enough good people. And it's worth going through all the hoops to find them. Thanks for reading and being on my side. YASYCTAI: Speaking of supporting cast, remember my buddy that told me about the tasteful nude photos - well he's a designer by trade, read his design blog at www.rickywong.com. (1 min/0.5 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, writing Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Safe Location: home Mood: indescribable Music: All your grief At last, at last behind you  Dear Grandma; Went home last night because mom wanted to talk. She told me stories I already know but wanted to hear again, mainly because they're so hard to believe. Like how your mom sold you for seven dollars when you were three because she had no money. And that when you heard your mom died three years later, you ran away to change her clothes because you didn't want her to be dressed in rags. I think when I was six, all I wanted in life was more food. I'm 35 now and I still think of food way too much. Well, you remember how fat I was... Mom cried again when she got to the part where you came back and they beat you. She said you didn't deserve such a hard life. No one does. But you were tough. Mom's tough like you. She thinks I get my temper from you, which, by the way, I'm working on. I told her it was probably more from my lack of sleep. Speaking of sleep, I thought of a line that goes: We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. But I digress... I do think that I got my eyes from you. Oh, and Aki and I have this weird talent I think we get from you too; mom says that if you ever saw anyone knit something, you could recreate it. well, Aki can play any song he hears on the piano and I can do something similar with a sword - which is admittedly pretty useless but is good cocktail conversation. Been meaning to say I'm sorry - again. That I broke my promise to you. It keeps me up at night, the regret. It eats me. As does the fact I couldn't go to say goodbye. Yours was the only promise I've broken in years, I think. I had a really good reason - I'll tell you about it some time. Mom says that your funeral was packed - even your real father's entire family came. Because you loved them even though there was no reason for you to. I meet a lot of wealthy people here in the big city but they're all labels and show. I know it's wrong, but I feel it's somehow cosmic justice that you ended up more successful than all of them. You know, mom made the right choice coming here, she really did. The best thing about this corner of the world is that no one ever asks what we come from, only where we're going. But I don't forget what I came from. Who I came from. In fact, I don't forget anything. I guess the main thing is that I wanted you to know that your oldest daughter's safe. You can rest because mom's safe. We're all safe. Really. You would have been 87 today. I pray that you get the grace and mercy in the next life that you didn't get in this one. Happy birthday. L Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, August 08, 2008 | |
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The dark clouds are looming Location: 2:00, tossing and turning in bed Mood: le tired Music: When will I know that I really can't go Expletive laden but oh so funny - sorry if it screws with your page. Thanks Kate, I needed the laugh. Him: So I've been asking girls how much it would take for them to pose nude for some tasteful photographs. Seems the going rate's about $25,000. Me: $25,000? I'd drop trou $5,000. Him: Please - you'd do it for this drink here.Me: (standing up and unbuckling) Everyone: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Logan!!Bryson and I spoke the other day. Should note that his wife's beautiful and the chief resident of a local hospital. Him: Whatcha you doing calling my wife!? Me: Crap, you caught us! Him: (laughing) How're you?Me: (pause) I've been better. Him: (later) You're luckier than most people: You're living the single man's dream. You live in Manhattan. And very few people go through life with even a handful of true friends. You're blessed, brother.I know it. God gave me everything. Just working through some things. My mom called me. She said that the funeral hall couldn't fit all the people that showed up for the funeral. Turns out that grandma died of an enlarged heart. Find that strangely fitting. Shut the door to my office and quietly broke down. Saw Heartgirl for dinner in Jersey by the pier cause she's leaving. Was beautiful out but we could see lightning over the city in the distance. Even though she doesn't speak German, I told her, Die dunklen Wolken sind bedrohlich. I'm le tired...  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Sunday, August 03, 2008 | |
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Waiting for the Right Scene / Hardest way to Travel Location: in front of a glass of rum Mood: sigh Music: Got no place to go but there's a girl waiting for me  PCD: (turning to me) That's not true, I haven't kissed anyone else in a long time. Me: Really? How long? Her: A whole week. Me: (quizzical look) Her: (turning back to TV) When you stop kissing other people so will I.My friend Joanne said once that dating past your 30s is like that board game Scene It. In the first part of the game, if you get something wrong, there's no penalty. In the second part, you're penalized for each wrong answer. She said that dating up to 30 is like the first part and dating past your 30s is like the second part. Spoke to Heartgirl recently. Like HEI, she's become what I'd consider a close friend. Well, as close a friend as I guy like me has. She thinks I'm going about this wrong, the random dating and whatnot. But I've done the serial monogamy thing for 16 years. It doesn't work for me. Without a hint of arrogance, I believe that whomever ends up with me is a lucky girlie. Cause I'm whip-smart. Given lead time to prep and the right jeans, I'm easy on the eyes. Have fairly good manners. Can cook. Most of all, though, I'm loyal. For that girl, I can say, I'm yours. I've gotten it outta my system. 130+ dates later, I'm good to go. I choose you. And yeah, I'm old, weird, clumsy, nerdy, insominatic - the list goes on. No lie, whenever there's money left over for rum after a mortgage payment, it's like Christmas morning. But I know what I bring to the table. SX once asked me what entertainment I'd provide and responded, "I am the entertainment." One should know one's value. Cause if your cup of self worth is only half full, why would anyone else see any more than that, y'know? In other news, the woman I love the most in the world is on a plane to bury the woman she loves most in the world. There's no harder way to travel than with a broken heart. It takes 22 hours to get from here to there. That's a long time to spend with your thoughts. If I could take that cross from her, I would.  Labels: blue sky, dialogue, discussion, family, flying, goodbye, single life, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, July 31, 2008 | |
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Useless / Outta time Location: my office, beat tired Mood: beat tired Music: you wake up in it One fine day  Told you before that A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own. I think I'm fairly quick-witted. Rain's faster on the draw but I hold my own. S'what happens when you read as much as a nerd like me. But I dunno what to say to my own mother. Isn't that a kick in the head? Sucks when you realize a particular talent you have's only good for entertainment purposes. The irony of this whole thing is that my mom just came back from Taiwan two days before my grandma died. Now she's gotta go back. Her: I didn't know she was gonna go. (pause) I woulda stayed if I knew. Me: One of us (kids) should go back with you. Her: No, it's useless. She's gone. You called her all the time. That meant a lot to her. (pause) You're a good kid.She doesn't know that I stopped calling her after the theft cause I didn't want her to worry. Stupid. I thought we had time. Goddamit, I thought I had time. No one told me we were outta time. Gonna add that to my list of ten thousand regrets. Gonna need more damn paper. Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008 | |
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All good things come to an end Location: my office Mood: heartbroken Music: the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away  Him: What's the point of dating her if it's not going anywhere? Me: All relationships end. Some just end sooner than others. Anthropologist Ernest Becker once said that Everything that man does in his symbolic world is an attempt to deny and overcome his grotesque fate. All relationships end. And all relationships that matter end in tears. It's just the way it goes. There's nothing you adore now, that you can hold now, that you won't lose at some point down the line. Either because it goes - or you go. It's all ashes and dust and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. And it doesn't matter how you go, yeah? Someone'll wish you didn't. Writers try and cheat the end we know is coming. It's our sad way of staying longer than we should. Because I've tricked you, you see. I've made you think of me. My grandmother passed away. I'm heartbroken.  Please don't say, I'm sorry. Tell me something funny or interesting. Cause I gotta go home and dunno what to say to my mom. I'm a crap writer. I've run outta words. Labels: church, dialogue, discussion, faith, family, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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