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Tuesday, January 06, 2009 | |
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My first days of 2009 Location: 15:15 yest, Grand Hyatt, Washington DC Mood: cranky Music: tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow  New Year's, had dinner with Heartgirl by mine. Ate so much that we had to leave at 23:30 to get into our fat clothes - and by "we/our," I mean, "me/my." But she's a trooper. Saw the ball drop on the big screen and promptly passed out. New Year's day, stayed in and mostly digested but we did see Slumdog Millionaire. See it. Friday, was on the way to see Ricky Wong and a buddy at a bar downtown when I saw a guy playing a piano on the platform in the subway station - not a keyboard, a full-on piano. Took out camera and started taking pics. When other people saw me snapping, they did as well - about 10 people all snapping pics of this dude that somehow managed to drag a piano into Union Square Station. At the bar, sat next to Jason Patric who was sucking face with some chick. No place like NYC. But, on Saturday, hopped into the whip with Heartgirl to go to Washington DC where we didn't see any pianos on any of their stations. Stayed at the Grand Hyatt - nicest hotel I've stayed at in over two years. Note to self: Sunday, saw the American History portion of the Smithsonian and went to the Spy Museum. When in Spy Museum, see the exhibits but avoid the interactive game, Operation Spy. You'll thank me. Were too tired for dinner so got some sandwiches and ate on the 11th floor lobby balcony. Monday, hopped back into the whip and took off for home. It's PCD's birthday, should give her a call to wish her well, but it's late. Sure we'll talk soon. S'funny - used to wanna call the ex to tell her that I survived the blow. But stopped caring enough ages ago to ever bother. Washington DC's nice. Not as nice as NY. But nice. So, 2009...     YASYCTAI: Go to a museum. Cause you just should. (90 mins/2 pts) Labels: traveling  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008 | |
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Home Location: 10024 Mood: ready Music: Ive been up and down the highway In all kinds of foreign lands  Y'ever see The Warriors? That old school film from the 70s where that freaky dude goes, Warriors, come out and plaaaaay.... It was actually loosely based on onea my favorite historical stories. Lemme tell it to you: Long time ago, about 10,000 Greeks fought on the wrong side of a Persian Civil war. Mercenaries. The winning side said they'd spare their lives if their leaders got together, which they did (idiots) - course they were slaughtered. So now, the men are leaderless and hopeless. So they just decided to die. But one mercenary, Xenophon, stepped up and said, Remember who we are. We're warriors. If we're gonna die, we're gonna die like Greek soldiers - on our feet. And our feet'll be pointing home. So they organized and started the 2,000 mile walk home - that's like walking from Maine to Florida. In sandals. In enemy territory. Madness. But along the way, they went from sloppy, stupid mercenaries to disciplined Greek soldiers again. Relentless and brutal, they killed anyone in their way. Cause they were gonna get home or die trying. It was all about the trying. 10,000 men started the trip, 6,000 saw home again. The 4,000 that didn't make it died with their feet pointing home. That's why I love history so. Cause it shows us where we should be going. Y'know, I'm not actually Chinese per se; I'm parta this ethnic group called the Guest People. "Guests" cause we had no home - like the Greeks, we always picked the losing side in a war, far from home. All our stories, all our poems, have something to do with finding home. 2006, 2007, mosta 2008...it's like I was in foreign places, doing foreign things. Feel like I ran about madly, trying to find my way back. To what? I dunno. Also dunno what 2009's gonna be like. Or what'll happen to me or any of that. It's all just time and tide, yeah? But partly cause I'm clear outta scratch, partly cause I feel my teeth again, partly cause a boy can only drink so much red, red rum, and Spent way too much time the past three years on my knees. Is it: My fear is my only courage; my feet are my only carriage? Either way, it's right. Hello, 2009 - been waiting for you. YASYCTAI: Where do you come from? (120 mins/2 pts) Labels: hope, New Year's Eve 2009, traveling, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 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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Monday, November 10, 2008 | |
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Miami Location: finally back in NYC Mood: tired Music: Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad  Me: You look like a betting man. If I can get you 25 people, mostly girlies, will you get me a table? Him: I'll do better than that, I'll get you a bottle. Went to Florida for 20somthing hours over the weekend. Last minute decision; my brother's moving to Cali so he was having a last hurrah. Started out at the Chesterfield Hotel which was fulla doctors, nurses and booze. Lotsa booze. Onea the guys was getting frisky with onea the girls. Her: (to guy) Why are you touching me? I'm unclear on that.  Then we hopped over to a club called Cameo where, fortunately, some guy floated alla us in. Unfortunately, a bunch of guys in masks, dogs and guns stormed the club. Fortunately, they were cops. Unfortunately, they shut the joint down, arrested alla the owners and bartenders and, more dismaying, didn't lemme finish my drink. Him: There's some malfeasance going on.  The group decided to hit up another party but I ended up chatting with a promoter at another joint and managed to convince him to float us all in and comp us a bottle of vodka. He ended up buying me a buncha shots too. I like Miami.  The bartender leaned over and said she was buying me a shot of Tequila too. Told her that Tequila and I weren't on speaking terms but she bought me one anyway. At around 2AM, she pulled me onto the dance floor. Afterwards: Her: You're fun. (pause) Did you say you were leaving on the 20th? Me: No, I said I'm here for 20 hours. Her: Are you coming back soon? Me: Don't think so. Gotta head back to see the girlfriend. Her: Lucky lady. (smiles) Thanks again for the dance, Logan. Me: I'll let her know. Thanks for the dance, Lana. Crashed with everyone for a coupla hours. Woke up and ate, what I later found out, were cream puffs that were in the fridge for possibly a year.  Rushed to the airport, missed my flight, so went back to brother's. Try number two worked and I ended up in Newark airport at 21:15. Dropped my buddy Paul off downtown and zipped off to my favorite lady in the world. Him: Mom went to bed already. We'll get breakfast tomorrow. Nite. Heartgirl, my favorite lady whom I'm not related to, is away for a few weeks. In Africa. Think I miss her already. But it's probably for the best. The next two weeks are gonna be rough.  YASYCTAI: Go somewhere completely different soon. You need a change of latitude. (Two weeks/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, flying, random meetings, story, traveling 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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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 | |
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Derek Location: home Mood: sad Music: And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh  Found out through Benlbr that our friend Derek is in the hospital. Hit and run driver. From what I know, it's touch and go; he's not awake. It's very scary. He was the stoner in our show, 72 to Canal. I don't know him that well but I like him; he's young and talented. I hope very, very much that he gets a chance to be old and talented. I pray he gets that chance. Like most people in NYC, I run into him in the life. When he first found out that I had taken up photography, he was like a kid in a pot-filled candystore. He's such a good guy. Wish I could say something profound but the words escape me at the moment. I'll tell my brother to let you know if anything happens to me. Cause you should know. We're friends, after all. ---------- With nods to Irnbruise, this guy is selling his entire life online. He's going to walk out of his house with the clothes on his back and his wallet. I can relate. Of course, I'd take Harold and Syd. No worries. I'll tell if I've gone fishing. I'd like to start over again where nobody knows me. Have all my stupid mistakes a million miles away. But we all got our baggage, yeah? Even if it's only what we carry inside. Labels: Derek Srisaranard, harold, hope, Syd, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Friday, May 09, 2008 | |
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Elsewho Location: 19:00 yest, Malachy's with Heidi and Buckley Mood: sotted Music: I used to go out to parties and stand around Rain: Can I borrow your phone? Me: (absentmindedly) Sure. Rain: Here you go.Me: Thanks. Hey - what'd you do? Rain: Nuthin! So paranoid...I'm in a 300 year old building in Passau that's been converted to apartments. The ceilings are high with wooden floors and painted on the entire far wall is a pop art portrait of a blond girl crying. Honey and Katherine are there. We'd just gotten back from Vienna. A woman I love is there too. She whispers her nonsense word into my ear and I whisper mine back. We're having an early dinner of pasta when Marvin Gaye comes on. Honey shrieks, and jumps onto the table to dance when my girl pulls me up and says, "You too" as I laugh and follow. She smiles, turns back to me and says - (phone alarm rings, it's 5:15AM in NYC) Me: (sit up and look groggily at phone) Dammit Rain...dammit... Fall back into bed and plot revenge against Rain. Sigh. Toss off covers. Flip on Ghosts of Goodbye and start doing situps as ghosts fade away. Eins, zwei, drei...  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008 | |
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Why do you hate me so? Location: a new leather couch; not mine Mood: hard to say Music: baby I know we had a bad day and you are so mad at me  Spent part of the morning last week patching the roof on my building. Good thing I went to an ivy league. Got covered in tar; took me an hour to get it off before I had to run to a meeting. Musta smelled like a mechanic, which is not good considering I'm trying to land this client. Speaking of clients, in About a Boy, Will had just enough scratch to pretty much stop working and just idly fill up his days. That was me for seven years. Not so much any more. Me: OK, the account is locked. Don't put anything else into the account, otherwise, it'll trigger an audit by the bank, alright? Client: Got it. One week later Me: (exasperated) The bank called and said you deposited $10,000. Do you remember our conversation? Client: (puzzled) It's just $10,000. Me: "Just $10,000?" How'm I gonna explain this? Stop putting money into the account! Client: Got it. This morning Me: (almost screaming into phone) You took the $10,000 outta the @#$@# account?!?! Client: You said it didn't look good if I put money in so I pulled it out. Me: (slamming head repeatedly onto desk) Now we gotta explain how $10,000 magically came in and now left the account IN THREE DAYS! Where did it come from, where did it go? Client: (angrily) You said don't put anything else in - I didn't! I took it out! Me: (quietly sinking into chair) I see. Why do you...why do you hate me so? ---------- If you look closely at the pic, you'll see a faint contrail right above the first building. I remember taking it and wondering if they were coming or going. Then again, I hardly know if I'm coming or going. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, March 31, 2008 | |
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Philly Location: 14:00 yest, going 80 on the Penn Turnpike Mood: tired Music: since I came here, felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake  Me: Gio and his girl Amy're going to his friend's birthday party (wait for it) in Philly this weekend. Thought I'd see you. SX: How convenient. I could hang out Saturday night. BTW, I found your blog. I'm 22 not 23. Me: (pause) Of course you are. Off to Philly. SX and I met up with Seemoore briefly at her restaurant; we both agreed that she's very attractive. Why do pretty girls always think they're not? Asked Seemoore if she believed all the stuff I wrote about. She said she did. Me: Am I like what you expected? Seemoore: You seem older in the blog. You're more friendly and outgoing in real life. Me: (laughing) I don't like to visit my troubles on my friends in real life. Just you guys that read me - sorry 'bout that.She actually paid for our dessert - she's all win. Then SX and I left, spending the rest of the night talking and walking about town. It was punctuated by laughter as the laces of her boots constantly got tangled. Her: I like how you just invite yourself over to my place. (dismissively) Men always just wanna get into my pants. Me: Just looking to crash, darlin'. I can promise you I won't try. Her: Why not?Me: (shrugging) Because. We met up with her friend who told us about her sex life. In vivid detail. Evidently, Loathe to admit it, but I do enjoy the British chick flicks. Came back Sunday morning. Gio and Amy were passed out in the back seat the whole ride back. 3 hours to get to Manhattan and an hour to get through Manhattan. Turning 35 in two weeks. Gotta come up with 26K the same day as my birthday. Ain't that a kick in the head? Least my blue sky was out. Labels: blue sky, dating, dialogue, single life, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Friday, February 15, 2008 | |
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Crackers Location: alone in 14020 Mood: so tired Music: I am damaged at best Like you've already figured out  Him: You're on the guest list. It's an anti-Valentine's Day party at the Chinatown Brasserie. Everyone there's single plus it's catered with an open bar. Me: (sigh) I'm in not in town. Last minute gig came up. I'm out, first thing in the morning. ---------- It's snowing when I exit the pad for the Rainbow Room. I'm wearing my black tux with a black tee-shirt and pretty much arrive drenched. Sheridan and I run into our buddy RE Mike, who's still cuttin' deals at the party. James Lipton, Richard Kind, David Zaikin, Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin are there - all're pretty nice folk. The food's killer and some chick from American Idol belts out soul. I also meet this woman who says she fixes people up like Phoebe Cates and Kevin Kline. Her: You're cute! I want to introduce you to my step-daughter. She's beautiful and just graduated from Cornell. She's Jewish though. Me: Well, that I don't have a problem with but...how old is she? Her: 22.Midway through the party, I lose Syd's lens cap so I spend a good hour looking for it. Giving up, I hang out with the girl from Wednesday's post. I'm heading out when a waiter says, I saw you looking on the ground. Were you looking for this? He pulls out Syd's cap. I break out into a smile, shake his hand, and take a pic of him. All-in-all, onea my better Tuesdays. This week, Sheridan's at the Brasserie, Paul's in China, Gio's in Columbia. Me? I'm the only person beside the nightwatch in a frozen, upstate hotel. Dinner's a protein bar and some rum. Some days, you get scantily clad dancers, Ford models, and Beluga caviar on a cracker. Some days, you just get the cracker. Labels: grey, New York City, nightlife, NYC, single life, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, January 25, 2008 | |
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Cornell Location: guess Mood: nostalgic Music: I feel like I just got home and I feel like...I'm home  ---------- I'm in Cornell right now; was working in the library until just before. Spent the day running about causa work. I followed my GPS to get here so it took me on a road I never took before. I was disappointed because I didn't see it rise up like it always does. I ate in the food hall and felt very, very old. Then I took a long walk to the main campus. The campus was pretty much completely empty because it was late and hella cold. It was weird because I was always out by myself late at night because of the insomnia so, on the one hand, it looked like it always did to me; on the other - they built this monstrosity in the middle of my campus. Guess, you can't go home again. More to tell but I'm sorting. I really I don't think I'm seeing the green-eyed Italian lawyer until March and I completely randomly thought of the curly-haired girl today because she went to school near here. But I'm seeing L tonight for dinner if I can make it back in time. I've not seen her in months either. My timing's never right but the Venn Diagrams I draw make up for it somewhat.  Labels: Cornell, long walk home, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, January 24, 2008 | |
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Well, that's weird... Location: 20:47 yest, exiting the subway Mood: working Music: oooh I really liked you, must have been your attitude  Well, that's weird, I thought as I peered into my aquarium, where're all the fish? I looked closer and they were all floating. That's not good. Interestingly, little bubbles were all over my plants - so many in fact, that one was freed from the gravel and floated up to the top. I've been busy and away a lot, but I had an electronic feeder so they shoulda been fine. Sighing, I grabbed the net and began to reach into the tank to fish soma the poor buggers out when: ZZZZAP!!!! I got a nasty, nasty shock and jumped back. I thought, That can't be. So I did what any red-blooded guy would do: I did it again BAM! Another shock. Dammit. The heater had fallen into the water and electrocuted all my fish. I wish I could draw sometimes, because I think my life would make a good cartoon. ---------- I should be here until Friday for some work. I went to college there a long time ago. I'm looking forward to pigging out at the food hall - because, deep-down, I'm a fatty-fat-fat. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Monday, January 07, 2008 | |
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Bello Location: 10:45 yest, 9th Street & Ave A Mood: thoughtful Music: We tried to find some words  Until early last Thursday morning. My name's Logan, I said. Che cosa? she asked. She spoke almost no English. Of course. So, after a bit, I decided to have a real-life IM with her. I typed out sentences on my phone and she read them and answered slowly. Her name was Roberta. She was going to see Niagara Falls (Cascata) with her family who were sitting somewhere else. We passed an hour chatting back and forth. When we arrived I said goodbye and started my work in Buffalo. Late that night, I caught the last flight to New York. And there she was. I never thought I'd see her again. She waved to me and as she walked over, I laughed and took out my phone. She too was only there for a day. The cascata was bello, she said, but way too freddo. Her: How old you? Me: Guess. Her: 24? Me: (shaking head) No, 34. Her: Wow. Me: How old are you? Her: Guess. Me: 24? Her: (shaking head) No, diciotto (18). I laughed and said, Of course you are. She didn't understand and just nodded. Then I stopped again said, "I hope you stay good and that Life is kind to you." Maybe I said that because I knew she wouldn't understand. She looked at me with a puzzled smile so I smiled back and said slowly, Goodbye, Roberta. Arriverderci, Logan, she said. I nodded and walked outta JFK and hopped into a car. Had another weekend, another story, but that's for another time. Funny, airports are such sad and happy places at the same time. Labels: dialogue, goodbye, random meetings, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wrong baggage Location: @11:21, leaving the east side Mood: melancholy Music: just a notch in your bedpost But you're just a line in a song 1:20:33 AM  Well, I've had an unpleasant evening. Don't ask. I'm still not sleeping either. Maybe it'll get better but in the meanwhile, I thought about my recent past. I took this bag with me all over the world for two years. I had it custom made back when I had some coin. I wanna see the sun in Santa Monica again, or the sun on Five Finger Mountain in Xinzhu again, or the sun on the Baltic Sea in Denmark again, or the...oh you get the point. I hated traveling around the world when I had to, now I miss it so. It is always greener there, isn't it? No worries, I'm still hopeful. Just not here. Too much baggage. 2:13:36 AM Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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