I was listening to a live Robyn Hitchcock tape in the car on the way home from work, and that line, from "Aquarium," just stuck out and I had to mention it. It kind of encapsulates the way I feel today. I'm way too tired to go into details (not that I was gonna go into details anyway), but I feel like I've been making so much progress with the other areas of my life -- job, house, lots of great friends, working on my book, writing songs that actually don't suck, etc. -- yet it seems like there's no romance in the cards. It just isn't there. I know that part of it was that I was looking too hard for a while. Then, I was trying to fight my feelings, but then it turned into an REO Speedwagon song, which was responded to with a different REO Speedwagon tune, but not the one I'd hoped. Now I'm just kind of floating in some "Bohemian Rhapsody" lull, where "nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." If you're not quite following, don't worry. There's nothing really dramatic to report. Life's just a series of dreams, according to the former Robert Zimmerman. This makes perfect sense, of course, as I feel like my life lately has been devolving into a ridiculous sitcommy soap-opera, much like "SOAP," which, incidentally, is probably one of my favorite shows of all time now that I think about it. I mean, you got a defrocked priest with a demonically-possessed baby, a husband abducted by aliens and replaced with a replica, a gay son fighting with his brother's ventriloquist's dummy, a love story involving a mafia don's daughter, another son lured into a cult, and a South American revolutionary thrown in for shits and giggles.
Well, there really wasn't a point that I was driving at, but I didn't I reference the 70's and 80's (my prime boyhood years) quite nicely? I think I may have to pick up a new copy of Hi Infidelity by REO Speedwagon sometime soon. I'm sure the 8-track is pretty shot by now. Oh yeah, btw, Schatzi's cover of "Anyway You Want It" by Journey on their split cdep with Motion City Soundtrack is pretty killer. Definitely the best thing on the disc. Dawn might disagree, but I'm old, so I win.
It's 8:07am, time for bed.
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Sunday, June 29, 2003
Road Rage and You
Shauna came down from the nether-regions of upstate New York this weekend, so after getting my haircut (it's pretty short, ladies), I picked her up at the KP train station. Dinner at John Harvard's, followed by some Family Guy DVD action. Went to Book Revue in Huntington, and that's when the adventure began...
I parked in that lot near Classy Coffee and as I pulled out of that lot, onto this narrow one way road with a stop sign and many parked cars, some jackass in a big white SUV, which was 50 yards away when I started, was trying to close in when I was doing a three-point turn. Then, this son-of-a-bitch starts tailing me something fierce, at a fucking STOP SIGN!! THere's still two cars ahead of me and traffic to merge with, so it wasn't like I was in his way, as we were at a standstill. So I jammed on my brakes real fucking hard and I gave him the finger and then after turning onto the street, he fucking sped around me, got in front, stopped at a green light to block me in, and started getting out of the car I honked my horn at the fucker and he yelled something about "pussy" and I called him a "goddamn fucking steroid case motherfucker" (which may not have been the best course of action, granted, but if you know me at all, you know the enormousness of my mouth and my propensity to say things to people who are significantly larger and more violent than myself, who could easily turn me into a wet, mushy prune). I managed to back up a tad before the next car came up behind me, and turned right. This blond, musclebound, no-necked, tiny-dick moron fucking turned right from the left lane to follow me! I turned left onto 25A (the chase made me forget all about the search for Billy Joel Rock) and he was on my ass, so then I turned left onto Stewart and then finally lost him after this 2 minute, 4 block psycho pursuit, that left me with a leg that trembled for a good five minutes or so afterwards.
Well, we did make it to Billy Joel Rock, and now that I know its exact coordinates, I won't let Erin down again. Then Shuana and I came back here to log onto Friendster and then she wrote the story of the chase on her LJ. Oh, and she gave me a code so I could get my own account. YAY!!!
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I parked in that lot near Classy Coffee and as I pulled out of that lot, onto this narrow one way road with a stop sign and many parked cars, some jackass in a big white SUV, which was 50 yards away when I started, was trying to close in when I was doing a three-point turn. Then, this son-of-a-bitch starts tailing me something fierce, at a fucking STOP SIGN!! THere's still two cars ahead of me and traffic to merge with, so it wasn't like I was in his way, as we were at a standstill. So I jammed on my brakes real fucking hard and I gave him the finger and then after turning onto the street, he fucking sped around me, got in front, stopped at a green light to block me in, and started getting out of the car I honked my horn at the fucker and he yelled something about "pussy" and I called him a "goddamn fucking steroid case motherfucker" (which may not have been the best course of action, granted, but if you know me at all, you know the enormousness of my mouth and my propensity to say things to people who are significantly larger and more violent than myself, who could easily turn me into a wet, mushy prune). I managed to back up a tad before the next car came up behind me, and turned right. This blond, musclebound, no-necked, tiny-dick moron fucking turned right from the left lane to follow me! I turned left onto 25A (the chase made me forget all about the search for Billy Joel Rock) and he was on my ass, so then I turned left onto Stewart and then finally lost him after this 2 minute, 4 block psycho pursuit, that left me with a leg that trembled for a good five minutes or so afterwards.
Well, we did make it to Billy Joel Rock, and now that I know its exact coordinates, I won't let Erin down again. Then Shuana and I came back here to log onto Friendster and then she wrote the story of the chase on her LJ. Oh, and she gave me a code so I could get my own account. YAY!!!
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Friday, June 27, 2003
Okay, so I found this one courtesy of my Friendster-message pal (there are no pens involved, although words are our playpen via the internet) Carol, who is herself 26% geek, thusly only half as geeky as me. I want you all to take this test and let me know your results (Kipes, I'm looking in your direction, heh heh...Sergei, you too! Sean has GOTTA be at least 65% geek...at least). I guess this is vindication for those of you who had mistaken me for Drew Carey...
Well, I gotta get to bed soon...this geek is hitting up the Wilco/Sonic Youth show in Central Park today with Andriani and mon frere. See you there...or not. May Strom Thurmond enjoy his eternity in Hell, which follows his almost eternal stay in Congress. Cheerio!
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Well, I gotta get to bed soon...this geek is hitting up the Wilco/Sonic Youth show in Central Park today with Andriani and mon frere. See you there...or not. May Strom Thurmond enjoy his eternity in Hell, which follows his almost eternal stay in Congress. Cheerio!
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Wednesday, June 25, 2003
Okay. This is me staying awake so that I don't get up too early tomorrow and end up beat all night at work. I woke up at 11:30 or so this morning, after going to sleep at 4am. Not a bad night's sleep at all. A few minutes later, I called Larissa, who was supposed to be waking my ass up, and woke her ass up. I'll forgive her, though, because she was working until 1am last night. So, while waiting for her to come by, I made myself breakfast, but I kinda cooked the bacon a little too crispy, because I was looking for a Leonard Cohen cd in my room that was actually in this room. I came back to the kitchen and freaked because my bacon shrunk....
As Larissa entered the front door, I had just stuffed a strip of bacon in my mouth. Now that is classy! So, after washing the bacon and eggs down with some coffee in my "It's the BIG 60!" supersize ceramic mug, I took her on the brief tour of my parents' home, and then across the driveway to my humble abode in which I have yet to abide. She told me that she and Jenn have been dying to make their kitchen look like my parents' kitchen, what with the orange and brown 70's paneling and the snazzy onion clock. I totally believe her, too. As soon as she walks into my house, she says "Nice sloppy-ass painting job, J-Ro! Is this the look you were going for?" I felt like Bill Cosby's son in that routine from "Bill Cosby, Himself" where the boy has cut his own hair, apparently not very well, and the father asks "Why did you do this?" and the son says "I dunno." "Is that the look you wanted?" "Uh huh."
Of course, I wasn't intending it to look like crap, but I am not a very good house painter. Nor am I a Red House Painter, although I would love to have a voice like Mark Kozelek and have a penchant for womanizing and turning AC/DC songs into sad, weepy ballads. Instead, I am just a frustrated house painter...just like Hitler. I guess he had a Larissa in his life that just made him cross the line. Ha ha ha. He did. Her name was Winnifred Wagner, daughter of anti-Semitic composer Richard Wagner. You can learn all about it from the History Channel's documentary "Hitler's Women: Winnifred Wagner" which I caught a part of the other night on the History Channel International.
So, anyway, Larissa surveyed the livingroom, and lectured me on painter's tape vs. masking tape, and then while she taped the remaining things that needed to be taped (she works quickly and efficiently), i went back here to get some music, some paint brushes and other supplies. I then put on the perfect soundtrack to house painting...A 2 cd set called "Don't You Forget About Me" that contains 26 classic songs from 80's movie soundtracks that realizes the potential of the 80's Movie Painting Party I tried planning those months ago. Well, this party was just Larissa and I. But it was nice. It was pretty much the first time we hung out alone, so it was hard to figure out where to start the conversation. I'm so bad at asking questions. I wonder why that is. Sometimes I feel so unimaginative.
After a few hours of painting and shooting the breeze (a breeze would have been nice...it was sooo hot), Larissa went off to do Larissa stuff, and I took a shower, watched a little tv, and went to visit Charlie at Starbucks for a bit. Read a little bit from Mike Nelson's book Mind Over Matters, where Mystery Science Theater 3000's Michael J. Nelson goes in-depth on many a random topic for seemingly no reason at all. He uses big words in his pursuit of the trivial and the eccentric, and therefore, it is one of the best books I have ever read, because there is absolutely no point or purpose. Someday I hope I can write as amazing a book.
Got home from Starbucks, took a nap, realized I had a craving for a shrimp burrito from the Green Cactus, so I drove to Stony Brook and got one. So goood!! I highly recommend it to those of you shrimp and burrito lovers. Cone with me and have one next time. That'd be great. I had to battle myself to not go for coffee afterwards, though. But I figured I'd had enough. But I do love coffee.
Well, this whole post was pointless, I'm sure. At any rate, let me say that last night's Jonathan Richman show was great. That's all for now. Gonna go downstairs and find a movie to watch.
As Larissa entered the front door, I had just stuffed a strip of bacon in my mouth. Now that is classy! So, after washing the bacon and eggs down with some coffee in my "It's the BIG 60!" supersize ceramic mug, I took her on the brief tour of my parents' home, and then across the driveway to my humble abode in which I have yet to abide. She told me that she and Jenn have been dying to make their kitchen look like my parents' kitchen, what with the orange and brown 70's paneling and the snazzy onion clock. I totally believe her, too. As soon as she walks into my house, she says "Nice sloppy-ass painting job, J-Ro! Is this the look you were going for?" I felt like Bill Cosby's son in that routine from "Bill Cosby, Himself" where the boy has cut his own hair, apparently not very well, and the father asks "Why did you do this?" and the son says "I dunno." "Is that the look you wanted?" "Uh huh."
Of course, I wasn't intending it to look like crap, but I am not a very good house painter. Nor am I a Red House Painter, although I would love to have a voice like Mark Kozelek and have a penchant for womanizing and turning AC/DC songs into sad, weepy ballads. Instead, I am just a frustrated house painter...just like Hitler. I guess he had a Larissa in his life that just made him cross the line. Ha ha ha. He did. Her name was Winnifred Wagner, daughter of anti-Semitic composer Richard Wagner. You can learn all about it from the History Channel's documentary "Hitler's Women: Winnifred Wagner" which I caught a part of the other night on the History Channel International.
So, anyway, Larissa surveyed the livingroom, and lectured me on painter's tape vs. masking tape, and then while she taped the remaining things that needed to be taped (she works quickly and efficiently), i went back here to get some music, some paint brushes and other supplies. I then put on the perfect soundtrack to house painting...A 2 cd set called "Don't You Forget About Me" that contains 26 classic songs from 80's movie soundtracks that realizes the potential of the 80's Movie Painting Party I tried planning those months ago. Well, this party was just Larissa and I. But it was nice. It was pretty much the first time we hung out alone, so it was hard to figure out where to start the conversation. I'm so bad at asking questions. I wonder why that is. Sometimes I feel so unimaginative.
After a few hours of painting and shooting the breeze (a breeze would have been nice...it was sooo hot), Larissa went off to do Larissa stuff, and I took a shower, watched a little tv, and went to visit Charlie at Starbucks for a bit. Read a little bit from Mike Nelson's book Mind Over Matters, where Mystery Science Theater 3000's Michael J. Nelson goes in-depth on many a random topic for seemingly no reason at all. He uses big words in his pursuit of the trivial and the eccentric, and therefore, it is one of the best books I have ever read, because there is absolutely no point or purpose. Someday I hope I can write as amazing a book.
Got home from Starbucks, took a nap, realized I had a craving for a shrimp burrito from the Green Cactus, so I drove to Stony Brook and got one. So goood!! I highly recommend it to those of you shrimp and burrito lovers. Cone with me and have one next time. That'd be great. I had to battle myself to not go for coffee afterwards, though. But I figured I'd had enough. But I do love coffee.
Well, this whole post was pointless, I'm sure. At any rate, let me say that last night's Jonathan Richman show was great. That's all for now. Gonna go downstairs and find a movie to watch.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Not a lot to say this morning, as I still have to eat a little food before I head off to sleep, and then wake up early so I can go to Paul & Lindsay's engagement party in the rain (it's a nice day for a wet wedding), before going to work until 7am again. At least this week, I'm off Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Monday night I'm going to see Jonathan Richman at the Knitting Factory. That should be great, as it always is. Tuesday, Larissa should be coming over to help me paint the house (maybe I will get enough of it done to warrant moving in sometime in the next century). Kinda hungry.
Note to J. Lo if he is reading this (to the uninitiated, that would be a guy named James I worked with): I'm sorry about what happened. Also, I never got to tell you that it wasn't that I sold you out -- it was a process of elimination. I had to go to the supers to get those files you erased, and they pretty much figured it was your doing. I didn't go up to the Moustache and say "Yo, J. Lo erased my shit again!" This doesn't change your job status, I know. But I just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasn't running around trying to get you fired so I could steal your job, which I am, of course, going to apply for, and raise hell if I don't get it. Good luck with your future career, James. Hopefully, you will get some time on unemployment to reflect.
Alright, I'm out.
Note to J. Lo if he is reading this (to the uninitiated, that would be a guy named James I worked with): I'm sorry about what happened. Also, I never got to tell you that it wasn't that I sold you out -- it was a process of elimination. I had to go to the supers to get those files you erased, and they pretty much figured it was your doing. I didn't go up to the Moustache and say "Yo, J. Lo erased my shit again!" This doesn't change your job status, I know. But I just wanted to make sure you knew that I wasn't running around trying to get you fired so I could steal your job, which I am, of course, going to apply for, and raise hell if I don't get it. Good luck with your future career, James. Hopefully, you will get some time on unemployment to reflect.
Alright, I'm out.
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