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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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Tuesday, October 06, 2009 | |
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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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Thursday, May 07, 2009 | |
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Lies and Ties Location: 14:00 yest, being told to rinse and spit in Queens (again) Mood: still sick Music: The sun in your eyes made some of the lies worth believing  My brother's in town and he's helping fix somea the computers here. Him: Apparently somebody's been plagiarizing mom's articles and reprinting them online. Me: How can you tell? Him: (laughing) She told me...and she's a got a folder that's named, Someone copy my article. ---------- Heartgirl told me recently that she doesn't know what to tell people when they ask what I do for a living. S'funny, alla the women I dated've said the same thing. Mosta my friends don't know. It's...complicated, how I make my money. I've a particularly odd skillset but the funny thing's that I'm very good at a several, seemingly unrelated things. But if I had to sum it up to in one unifying idea, it's that I collect and process data. Writing, in fact, is an example of my processing data; I take various disparate concepts, weave them to one (hopefully) coherent argument and distill that to a printed page. On that note, I've gotta pick one of these skillsets sooner than later. Him: Y'said you're in for the next gig. Me: I'm thinking of being an officer of the court again. Him: (laughing) They're no different than us cept they wear ties.  YASYCTAI: Organize your computer files. (10 hrs/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, May 05, 2009 | |
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God help us - Ole! Location: my pad, all day Mood: sore-throat-y Music: is this the ceremony? I don't know, well I don't mind I'm sick. Not pig flu. Don't think. Just tired with a horrible sore throat. Send soup. So I've been reading and watching stuff. The above vid's prob the best thing I've seen in a while. I said once before, that being grateful is the key to not being broken. Sorta what she's talking about. One other interesting thing was from Heartgirl. She sent me this from the tiny government that manages to cling to political survival in Somalia - it's their response to the swine flu. SOMALIA: No capacity to deal with such pandemics due to the prolonged civil war and destruction of medical facilities. "We are not prepared for anything like the swine flu; we don't have the means to deal with it," Awad Abdi, adviser to the Somali Health Ministry said. God help us if it reaches here.... How sad and comical is that, all at once? YASYCTAI: Watch the vid, you'll thank me. (19.29 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, February 04, 2008 | |
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None of your business Location: 5:30 yest, going to bed Mood: sick again Music: Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.  With nods to Jaerik and my friend who cares way too much. I figure at least 20 people hate me in this world. One of them is this old hippie that yelled at me in Cooper Union while stumbling home for having my feet up on a public seat. My feet, I said, with a wink and a smile, are probably cleaner than most people's butts. Ass___, she said. To which I shrugged and said, That's merely your opinion. And why should your opinion matter to me? You didn't even say hello. Considering that there are 6,641,114,623 people in the world, the fact that 20 hate me, that's pretty good. In fact, I don't have a calculator that can compute such a tiny figure. Try it. Whatever someone thinks of me is just their opinion. Someone's else's opinion should not control your life - it's a sucker's bet. Frankly, it's none of my business what people think of me. It's none of your business either. On a grand scale, wars are fought over opinions. People fly planes into buildings because they have an opinion. Men become stalkers because they have an opinion. Little girls commit suicide because of people's opinions. On a more personal scale, you'll drive yourself starkers caring what people think of you. I wasted my youth and my 20s tilting at those windmills. In this world, you can only ever change things about yourself. The rest is just heartache or paper cuts. In other news, I'm sick again. I'm always getting sick. Dammit. Labels: choices, discussion, sick Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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