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Thursday, January 28, 2010
What she has to put up with

Location: my desk
Mood: frick'n tired
Music: make me work so we can work it out

Homemade sauerkraut in NYC


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.
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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.
Drink in NYC

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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Frogs and Oceans

Location: my pad, having a PB&J
Mood: anxious
Music: let's get rich and build our house on a mountain


George Bailey
: Oh, now Pop, I couldn't. I couldn't face being cooped up for the rest of my life in a shabby little office. (remorseful) Oh, I'm sorry Pop, I didn't mean that, but this business of nickels and dimes and spending all your life trying to figure out how to save three cents on a length of pipe. (resigned) I'd go crazy. I want to do something big and something important.

Almost exactly two years ago, told y'about the saying, A frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean.

Was thinking about that for three reasons:
  1. Introduced two of my successful business friends whom I trust completely to each other. Both have been screwed blue by other people but neither - cause I know 'em - would screw the other. Problem's that, while I know it, they don't. Annoying. S'like setting two teenagers up on a date.
  2. Been thinking of traveling moving again. Always dream of it, never do. Gonna end up like George.
  3. Another friend's convinced that all men're scum. Convinced. Problem's that the one common denominator in all her (truly) abysmal dating history's is...her. She won't change her map, though, nor herself, though, which's sad cause the holidays're a crap time to be alone with a reality you don't want. I should know.
Man, there're oceans out there I wanna see.

Pa Bailey: You know, George, I feel that in a small way we are doing something important.

YASYCTAI: Drop me a line. Don't be psycho. (5 mins/0.25 pts)

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Thursday, October 01, 2009
Art beneath the canopy glow

Location: the interwebs, trying to get something 46x35in
Mood: frustrated
Music: accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow

Edward Hopper Room in New York

Ended up making pizza. Tasted great, looked terrible. Gonna try again and take some pics for you.

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Late posting cause I spent the last two hours trying to get an oversized print of Hopper's Nighthawks. If you're in Chicago, y'should really see it in the museum - never have myself.

If y'ever came by my pad, you'd see that my walls are bare except for one thing my pop drew for me once.

But, realized that barren walls don't make a home, so been looking for some artwork with my very limited scratch. Hopper's got a good sensea how solitary the city's sometimes. Y'can have someone surrounded by people and still by yourself; or even be at home with someone and still be by your lonesome, like his Room in New York.

Sides him, kinda partial to vintage posters like the kind below.

Thing is that, always thoughta home as someplace else. George Carlin useta say something like, a house is just the place where y'keep your stuff. So, I was never one to get even more stuff, like artwork.

But, being 36, suppose it's time to call a place home already, yeah? Ergo, stuff. Ergo, art.

This's my first real piecea artwork that I've not made myself.

Tell me something, what else should I consider?

Vintage poster of a ship - KNSM Oceanliner

Vintage poster - Altes Plakat Auto Kesselberg-Rennen by Klotz, Anton und Kienast, Eugen, (Klokien)

YASYCTAI: Tell me what art y'like. (5 mins/0.5 pts)

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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Gone Fisher King (but coming back)

A red door from the East Village

Y'ever kinda just space out while walking or driving and just magically end up on your doorstep? Hold that thought.

There's this great line from The Fisher King where the lead, who's destroyed a buncha people's lives, wails out, "If there were some way I could just pay the fine and go home."

S'never that easy. Did you ever complete that sentence, The purpose of life is....?

My answer I actually told you once a while ago, cept, I didn't tell you. It was my dating philosophy: Leave people better off having met you. Note that I never said "girlies."

Did it to try and help the world out; turns out it helped me out.

Thought I'd take this time to tell you some things, cause I still get the occasional email asking:
  • The PCD is doing very well; we chat every so often. She's onea my people, even though we never see each other. She's also Beatrix from an old entry and you can read up on her love life here.
  • And the HEI is doing well too; she's packed up and gone to see about a boy and a life out west. She drops me a line here and there.
  • Caligirl got married and that's a story in itself.
  • Elle's finding her way through the big city and finding herself along the way.
  • The Italian Lawyer, GES, the writer, human resources girl, and others I run into from time-to-time.
  • It was the SX's birthday recently but she's MIA. She, like most of them've left my Venn Diagram. Suppose that's probably for the best.
Finally, there's Heartgirl. She's asked that I not write about her so I don't but I think it'd be amiss if I didn't. Because I've set her apart.

Spent the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you about her. I've decided that she's my receipt.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still hustling for scratch, several items on my body are broken and/or bruised. Lotsa fail.

But I think she's my cashed check from Life saying, OK, y'did some horrible, _____ things in your life. And I still promise you nuthin but pain. But alla that stuff y'did? For that, we're square. You've paid your fine...and you can go home.

It's been almost exactly three years - August 17, 2006 - since I left who I was to figure out who I wanted to be; three years since my feet were pointed home.

Tonight, while talking to her, looked up to realize that I was almost there.

Was thinking that this was gonna be my last entry. Was gonna put down: Gone Fish'n and be off.

But this blog helped me find my way. So even if there's only one person that still reads me, wanna say "Thanks" for taking the time. (Mom, if it's you, "rum" is what kids call "apple juice").

Gonna take next week off while I try and figure out a few things and spend some time with Heartgirl. But I'll be back Sept 1st round midnight, like always.

See y'then, yeah?

YASYCTAI: Come back September 1st. (a week/1 pt)

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