Commiseration

"Esther" on the level

Sean: Hey Esther!

Esther: ...

Sean: Why, why do I feel like this most of the time? People smile my way, and the vast majority of time, I can't even muster the smile in return. Other times, I want to let one out, but no one looks my way. What gives Esther? Am I expecting too much? What am I doing wrong? What should I change? What can I change?

Esther: ...

Sean: Yeah! Agreed. Uh hmmmm. Understood. Thanks Esther. Good advice. It is what it is, right? I mean, I can't make someone return a smile, say "thank you," say goodbye before clicking the phone on me, use a turn signal before switching lanes in front of me, etc. These are the things I can't change and should certainly care less about. No? Seriously. Why am I so absorbed in these minor battles? Aren't there bigger fish to fry? The breaded delicious kind, too!

Esther: Meow!

Sean: I hear you girl. You, you on the other hand know how to reciprocate a smile, even encourage one from others. You'd make her highness, the royal majesty's crown guard crack a fat smile and put their Cheshire grins to work! Thanks for chatting with m-

Esther: meeeeeeeoooooooow!

Sean: Yeah, well thanks for chatting with me, Esther, you're the best!

Today I'm feeling:

cool

Thoughts? Questions for kitty? Comments? Do tell!

My invisible city in the sea

Pigeons atop a bust in Midtown Manhattan.

There's not one way to just say this right/
I've got calloused fingers, blisters on my soles, and I can't sleep nights/
I've been touched deep within my soul, your fingerprint's on my life/
We were supposed to be niggers for it,
now I'm forlorn with the whole concrete jungle to forage/
I've tapped my inner artist, got a job and now I'm a tourist/
In the fast lane, but I'm a measly tortoise/
I've been purported to be a porpoise/
the smartest mammal in the sea/
I've built Atlantis, an invisible fortress even I can't see/
every now and then I can't eat, I can't breathe/
have we already established that I can't sleep?/
Last I checked, my fuckin' pulse still beats,
excuse my French, par le vois and we we/
there I got it out my system, there should be no more/
I'll check the rest of them outbursts on the street or at the door/
just so long as you promise to promise that it'll be worth it indeed/
and if in the future should our paths do meet/
you forgo the dollars and let the good times and laughs proceed/
the last time this grown man cried was this week/
and the time before that...? Yeah, that too was this week/
I don't mean to come off as being too weak/
but more honest, I'll be the first to admit that this is too me/
why hide? I want to be you wanting to be me/
and you probably don't even know and never will see it/
in sad times, kimosabi, I conjure up new laugh lines/
and never sweat it long, I wash it off come bath time!
original, written in these past ten minutes, Sean Luxembourg, March 29

Today I'm feeling:

touched

Like you'd never know. Wouldn't it be nice if we all gathered around the wash basin, cleaned our mitts, then held hands and sung in chorus? Or if you wrote me a couple lines.

Que sera...

4th of July on Fire Island, NY

Francisco Zurbarán!! It just came to me whilst I wracked my brain since I left the Guggenheim to remember the name!! The man is good to say the least.

I may be mistaken, but the mailbox from this post has mysteriously returned to a plain old mailbox. Funky huh? Anyways, yesterday was the day of the big announcement (March 28th, checkout uspsjedimaster.com for details). But I noticed this from before Wednesday. Either I'm really observant, or just not as astute as I give myself credit for.

"I'm from where they crossover and clap boards"
Jay-Z on Where I'm From

I just want to be on the court right now to bust a wicked crossover and clap it. I don't think my knee could handle the clapping right now though. Unless I get more proficient with the left so I could jump off my right knee.

"Qué será, será"
What will be, will be (famous saying in Spanish)

Today I'm feeling:

forlorn

I need stimulation. Keith Olbermann just told me that the average blog has 1 reader. Considering I might actually read my own blog, my readership is above average! Comments?!?

The "Cohiba" of blogs

I goofed and didn't take my camera with me today although it was a most splendid day for picture taking. So, I "borrowed" one that comes to me all the way from the Flint Hills along the I-70 in the Midwest. It's sundown. It's breath taking. It's public.

Allow me to spare you a bunch of grandiloquent jibber jabber and get straight to the heart of the matter. I felt a cornucopia of things to say to you all earlier on in the day. Seriously, it was one of those rare moments when I felt I had a lot to say. Generally speaking, I was very happy. The weather is perfect. No, it's good enough to repeat. The weather is perfect. I was so happy that when they offered me a switch to full time I just took it. But there belongs no sad emoticon here. Today almost all of my students said "thank you teacher." And for that I suppose I could live with doing an additional 15 hours (more than tripling my current workload/hours).

But the real reason I'm so happy today? I was dreaming again. I had visions of road trips dancing in my head. I had thoughts of foreign lands and jet lag and altitude sickness and malaria and serious quantities of European libation (think Guinness, and raspberry flavored brews served in a champagne glass). I was bothered not by the thought of working more years at longer hours for minimal pay. I thought art projects and more splendid NYC days and museum excursions and hiking trips and 2 hour diddies to get Philly cheesesteaks or 1 hour numbers to get Dairy Queen Moolattes. Anyone care to rendezvous in Stamford over the weekend, shoot me an email!

Today I'm feeling:

as if happiness is too good to be true

And still at heart, I'm heartbroken. But I'll be even more so if I don't see any comments.

*Not affiliated with the Cohiba cigar manufacturing companies.

Self portrait

Self portrait on the J train c. 6am, this passed weekend

I chose to go with the eyes closed as opposed to eyes open. A couple weeks ago, a Korean student wanted to take a picture with me, so he had a classmate snap the photo. I'm sooooo not photogenic. He looks at the camera and says "eyes closed." Meaning, my eyes were closed. Only, because of his thick Korean accent, it came across as "eyes crossed." I get the giggles just thinking about that moment.

"I don't know what to do."
anonymous/everyone

Can't get "take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got" out of my head. It's those damned Gym Class Heroes. What a dumb name for a band/group.

Today I'm feeling:

like the world is my cancer and the cancer is my chemo

I'm going to have to take credit for that one. Sean Luxembourg (pseudonym), March 2007. I'd rather you show me all your teeth, but since you're not with me (and I mean with me, with me) why not just comment?

Weakened since the weekend

As seen from the J train in Brooklyn at 6am

Coming to a close...

Just took this picture just for the sake of taking a picture and loved the way it came out. The weather is great, the Guggenheim was great, I'm highly anticipating the Met and the American Museum of Natural History (though the money to pay the admission is something I'd rather not part with) and I've come to the realization that many native New Yorkers don't do these things. Just the random thoughts in my mind. It took me 27 years of living in this city to finally appreciate the ability to just get up and go check these things out... when I know people who've come here from places like Korea, in part, to invest some time in MoMA and the Brooklyn Museum. Though I'm not making up for lost time, it feels good to invest some time in these endeavors.

I picked up a book on drawing at Strand earlier and am ready to dig into it.

The highlight of my week? How do you choose between sitting in an Upper East Side café with three great new friends, viewing some amazing Salvador Dalí works, eating crépes at 5am with fellow hungry, drunken club goers most of which were out of towners, and perusing Union Square with my Korean tutee? Maybe it was the smiles I got from the gorgeous Manhattanite I met at the top of Solomon's? Or listening to drunk ass John lie through his teeth to all these sexy ladies on the Lower East Side? (He pulled a cookie out of his pant pocket while talking to one girl and she flipped out. This is the same girl I later handed a Cadbury Creme Egg to, which I coincidentally pulled out of my jacket pocket). Crazy times in LuxembourgLand!

Today I'm feeling:

eager

..to see and do what's next. Let's live everyday like it's the weekend. What say you?!

Canyon feel me?

6th Avenue on a clear March day

It's never wise to stop and smurf in the middle of a New York City avenue... but I couldn't resist the photo op. It's a canyon! I'm a permanent New York City tourist, and an artist! This weekend, I picked up a small sketch pad and some kind of sketching doohickies. Now I've got to hone my smurfs or something.

John had me going to the club again last night. I'm exhausted. This is ridiculous. Why am I even doing this shit? I guess there are more pictures of club chicks coming in subsequent posts. This guy is getting annoying. He's soooo pushy. But, I know how it feels to be away from home in a new town and not know anyone. John, you're a maniac though. You're a smurfin' maniac!

Today I'm feeling:

okay

...I guess. How are you, dear reader, feeling? Comment!

Manhattan to Manhattan

Post office mail box on 6th Avenue

Continuing my tour of New York City, yesterday I hit the Guggenheim. Unfortunately, they don't allow photographs. It would have been nice to take a few snapshots. That Salvador Dali is an absolute beast!!!

But more artful than the paintings (the Guggenheim is virtually all paintings) were the smiles! 3 smiles in particular have been burned into my memory. Two of which I ended up sharing the evening with! One of these smilers helped me realize how much of an artist I am. Seriously though, she's a real artist. Like, real, real artistic. She's got talent.

I learned that I'm no fan of Pablo. Maybe Pablo Neruda and his rhetoric/semantics. Not Picasso though. I much more fancied Vuillard and Diego Velazquez. But the true genius is Dali! Next stop on my tour is the Met.

The city at night, accompanied by the nicest smile in Kansas, is one of life's sweetest pleasures.

Today I'm feeling:

thoughtful/at thought

I met someone who is so much of what I want to be. Free, happy, without too much direction, and probably not stuck on having a lot of dollars. She was also super talented, trusting (in the not stuck up/pretentious kind of way), uber friendly and good hearted! Thanks, Natalie, for showing me something so exciting. You da ma'am!

To Sir Arthur!

Ha ha! Every time I look at that poor unfortunate Asian girl next to John I can't help but crack up. Was she raised in the UK? Ahh, so funny. The ironic part is that later on I met a Desi, named Florine (not Fluoride) who's studying at NYU to be a dentist. The hottie on your far right was a pretty sweet honey named... I forget. But she is from Spain. I got a picture with her right afterwards, but I look as bad as this Asian girl in it. Man, this photo really does lift my spirits!!!

Today I'm feeling:

Like I don't have anything to live for

Because, really, I don't... except Guinness. Thank goodness for Arthur. I'm out the door to go cop one right this second as a matter of fact!
How ironic.

C'est la vie

Peep my Aussie mate John with the hottest chick in the whole entire club! He's a pussy though. I asked him to hit some bars in Brooklyn with me this week and the numbskull had the nerve to say he doesn't want to go to the "ghetto." He's being a little too close minded there, so I guess I'm going to have to recruit a new drinking buddy/skirt chaser. Hopefully I'll find one as uninhibited as John by Saturday night. If not, c'est la vie. I'm YSL, Versace! Sorry, couldn't help myself; got that "We taking over" track by DJ Kahleed (feat. Akon, Baby, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Rick Ross, and T.I.) all up in my brain at the moment.

Today I'm feeling:

A whole lot of notches below awesome

Finally got a paycheck and shit. I'm still poor as a wide mouth bottle of Guinness, but I found a gym in Flatbush with open basketball late at night on Wednesdays for $10. I splurged! Balled mighty hard. Church!

Spring, bitches!

This is... nope, can't remember her name either, but she was...eh, maybe not so hot now that I'm looking at her picture without the hangover. I'm pretty sure that she was Irish, though.

Still, that smile is real. Yeah, it's Guinness induced. No, I'm not all that happy. But I'm smiling, aren't I?

Today I'm feeling:

surprisingly well

I did a workshop yesterday, and my students loved it. That was an excellent confidence booster. And right now I'm vibesing to Emotionless by Jim Jones.

Alcohol induced amnesia

Nope, I don't remember these girls at all, but the one on the right has a really nice smile!

I'm not here trying to show off. Really, I'm not. I didn't pull any phone numbers and didn't make any lasting relationships with any women. Though the German, via Haiti, UN intern is sooooo amazing. In fact, given some daylight or even an extra light bulb, I doubt any of these women, German UN intern excluded, are even attractive. I mean, let's be honest... if they were actually hot, they wouldn't be at a club, drunk, having me take their picture. Or would they? Hmmmmm...

Still, I did it because it was nuts! Gosh, a year ago I wouldn't see myself doing this shit anymore.

Even worse, being the substitute teacher by default, I picked up 3 more shifts today. These teachers approach me all coy and slick like, and then just spring it on me. I can't help but agree either. They look so helpless and needy. One even pulled me to the side, me being a BRAND NEW TEACHER and all, and offered me her full time position (I was flattered to death because she's worked there with the other teachers before I got there, which was just 3 weeks ago, and suggested that when she leaves in two weeks I could grab up her full time gig). I don't get it at all. But this was an offer I more than had to decline. Fuck a job! I already doubled my hours for this work week. Which made me think:

Where would I like to visit and what would I like to do before I depart this planet (I don't see the connection between working extra wretched hours and travelling my pain away either)? So far, here's what I've been able to tally.

• I HAVE to visit Ireland about a week prior to St. Patrick's Day, then hitchhike the Isle in search of the best spot to celebrate the occasion!
• I want to visit Bolivia and find the world's best white girl and shovel puntitos (small hits of "starch") into my septum.
• I got to hit Germany and drink my way through Oktoberfest.

That's all for now. Hopefully I'll build upon it something serious in the next year or so. I wouldn't mind entertaining a suggestion or two in the comment box either.

Today I'm feeling:

like I could use a couple beers

Knowhatimsayin?

Drunken Revelry

So, the one on the right is Terry. Nice, right? Yeah, the Navy guy was in the process of picking her up. I really had no interest in actually picking any women up to be totally honest, so I stepped back. Besides, I'm no cockblocker.

All in good fun. Poor taste? Maybe, but good fun nonetheless.

I think, though I'm not particularly good looking, I'd pick up a ton of women if I had skills on the dance floor. When at a bar or club, I don't want to dance. I'm a predator. I'm on the prowl for skirts. But contrary to my predatory instincts, dancing is probably the way to go whilst club hopping. I wish the Internet was any good at ramping up dancing skills for the uncoordinated. Not being able to dance with the drunkies on St. Patty's Day; my only regret.

Today I'm feeling:

like a suicidal 16 year old

Don't ask. Something on your biscuit? Speak on it.

Erin Go Bragh, bitches!

5th Avenue, 3/17/2007

Can't get that Fergie song out my head. That Ludacris line "I got enough money in the bank for the 2 of us" keeps playing over and over. It's so fanciful. I just imagine being able to tell my road dog that! No worries there, sidekick, I got enough money in the bank for the 2 of us. Deep voice and all!!

I guess it was all that green around me from last night.

Damn that was fun. Best. Birthday. Ever!

I met the German dream. Man, it was only a dream, but it was everything dreams were meant for. She was beautiful. She spoke brilliantly. She represented Haiti in some way shape or form for the U.N., though she's never actually been to Haiti. I don't normally swear like this, but God Damn! You had me any way you wanted me. And if you somehow got in touch with me, I'd move to Germany for you. You even made me, for an instant, forget about my...

Oh my goodness. The pics are to follow. I've got the pudding. But I'm contemplating on whether or not to post Judith. I just think she's the world's most amazing woman, even though I probably only knew her for an hour or so.

Today I'm feeling:

Inebriated and hung over

It's a far cry from glamorous or fergilicious. Please, Judith, don't show up in my dreams. I can't take it.

Getting Plastered!!!

The best part about having an Irish name and being "born" on Saint Patrick's Day is that you've got more than one reason to get totally plastered for the siamese occasion.

I guess it wasn't all that bad that I didn't leap off from my photographic vantage point the other day. Besides, with all the snow on the ground, it might have just smarted.

Today I'm feeling:

like I'm going to have to marry Guinness.

Today I'll be too inebriated to be disheartened by the lack of commentary. So don't comment if you'd like and see if I care!

-Shamus O'Sean McReilly

Dusk

Isn't it amazing? This scene could be anywhere in the world. In this case, it's just outside the biggest metropolis in the United States.

Speaking of the biggest metropolis, did you know that, according to Snapple, Manhattan is the smallest county in the U.S.?

Today I'm feeling:

lazy

I keep eating these Reese's peanutbutter filled chocolate mini Easter eggs. I'm such a future diabetic.

The Path to Nowhere

The world's best dwarf pine barren example, Sam's Point, NY.

Today was a good day. I got a good deal of work done and got to check out a free movie. I actually can't remember the last time I paid to see a movie. So far, in the past month, I've seen Namesake, 300, and Disturbia. As far as 2007's crop, Breach is, by far, the best yet. I haven't seen a thriller that good in years. I've seen so many recently, I can't even remember what I saw.

And with that said, fuck a job. Working [menial jobs] is the path to nowhere.

Today I'm feeling:

pleased

Comments?

The agony of the feet

The gang at a Pizza Hut in Goshen, NY

Here I go posting my likeness again. Still, the focus was more on the chair backs than on the four faces!

Hikers we were, for a day, though far from the glorious kind. In the end, we were tired amateurs revelling in the glut of American prosperity. The sheer fact that we found ourselves in a Pizza Hut franchise minutes from our wooded seclusion speaks volumes to the girth with which many of our fellow citizens carry. Good times these are, if you can ignore the bad.

Today I'm feeling:

the shackles of slavery

I have to work tomorrow, and Monday, and Tuesday, and next Thursday. It's like this shit never ends. Anyone care to commiserate?

SOHo Dreams

SOHo, Prince Street, just off Broadway (Manhattan).

Yesterday I just meandered through these city streets and noticed things I haven't noticed before. Isn't it funny how easily you can become a tourist in your own abode? The hustle and bustle: I'd imagine it to be just like any huge metropolis, anywhere in the world. Then, it has it's own beautiful character. A few weeks ago, during a blustery snowstorm, some Italians on holiday stopped me at about 12 midnight in midtown, Manhattan. They asked me, in thickly accented English, where could they find an authentic New York hotdog. I couldn't, for the life of me, think where in New York at midnight could they find this delicacy. I was befuddled. So, yesterday, while strolling these city streets, I tried to take note of where was where and what was what. I was a tourist.

Today I'm feeling:

in a New York state of mind

Now quick, download Phil Collins! Or is it Billy Joel? I don't know, you tell me. Comment!

Monday Magic

Creek somewhere in Ulster County, New York

Here in New York City, the mercury nearly breached the 60 mark. Exciting weather. It being March and all, and with the Daylight Savings thing in full swing, good times are on the horizon. Remember snow, there shouldn't be anymore of it to follow for the season. Soon, I'll be on the blacktop wearing out basketball sneakers by the pair.

Today I'm feeling:

comfortable

It's been a long time since feeling half decent. How are you feeling? Tell me about it!

When I'm gone, I'm gone!

Sign posted on the Verkeederkill falls trail at Cragsmoor, NY

Seriously...

Today I'm feeling:

flustered

Hiked for miles... in the wrong direction! Such a meat head I am. Care to elaborate? On anything? Go 'head! Comment. You know you want to.

On the road again!

Somewhere along the New York/Connecticut border

Tomorrow I take a hike. Literally. Going into the woods and shit. Walking skyward. In search of good times and a great view. I'm promising a glut of pictures. I'll likely deliver nothing. Regardless, that leaves a dearth of content for today's post. My sincerest apologies.

Today I'm feeling:

like a buffoon

As though I can do no right. You know?

Please, feel free to deliver some feedback my way. Need bad advice? You've come to the right place!

Paid the cost but ain't the boss

Illuminated Midtown building during a late February snowstorm, NYC 2007

Remember Rodney Dangerfield? The trademark bugged out eyes? The credo? "I tell ya, I gets no respect!" What made his brand of humor so appealing is the poignant relevance to our real lives. He made light of something that really hits home, far from the funny bone. Sometimes, when I give of myself I lack the insight to expect less in return. Therein lies the problem. I would certainly not be so nice, caring, reasonable, and benevolent if I knew the courtesy, even hypothetically, wouldn't be reciprocated. But it still surprises me every time I open a door for someone and don't hear "thank you." It still irks me when I say goodbye and get a resounding "click" in response. And it's most painful when you love someone and show it, especially when they'd like for you to do something with them, but wouldn't think twice about turning you down when you'd like them to do something with you. But then I have to take a couple steps back, sometimes to the side when my back's against the wall, and ask myself "why do I even try?" Why do I help, show up, come with, have come over, buy a snack or treat for, and sometimes just reassure others? Clearly, at some point, I'm only going to get snubbed. Why? Because one day someone is going to show me that appreciation in return and I just don't know who or when that is. So to that I say:

Be Prepared
Boy Scouts' credo

Today I'm feeling:

dissed

Thoughts? Comments? Really good recipes for incendiary devices? Do tell!

It's lonely at the... where am I?

More notes from work (second to last day):

• I am likely being really childish about this but though I'm technically living without her and can indeed live without her, this is NOT living. Thought of this on the train, actually, and am embarrassed by it.
• The shape of flying fish match that of an airplane.
• I should sell my filled notebooks on eBay, advertising doodles and half finished raps.
• I'm going to research futons.
• I'm hungry again.
• I'm so dependent.

Damn, that was boring.

Today I'm feeling:

anxious

Anxiety is a killer. Comments save!

A Man's World

Graffiti on the L train

"A picture is worth a thousand words."
Anonymous

Feeling so down lately. Very blue. I've come to the realization that these feelings are quite possibly the mark of a man. Maybe just me. My mother caught me crying. She felt bad for me. I'm such a pussy.

Today I'm Feeling:

abysmal

Comments? Anyone? Why do I bother?

Fucked!

Sorry for the obscene title. Nothing is going right. Fuck it all. I just wish I had a loaded shotgun. Bladdow!!! That's what I need.

So I had a window tint ticket to respond to today and I blew it! I thought it was for Wednesday March 7th, turns out that is the day I officially default on my Sallie Mae loan. Tuesday the 6th is the day (today) that I had to respond. Needless to say, I wasn't there. I'm fucked from every angle. So fucking worthless I am.

More notes from "work."

• I've had a headache from being so sleepy.
• I miss happiness. This is a wild goose chase. I won't find it.
• Why can't I function?
• Happy thoughts. Positive thoughts. Ignore unhappiness.
• My problem is that I know what I want, but they are things I won't achieve and I know it.
• The Guggenheim might be next.
• These Asians have nice sneakers.
• More people consign to "out of sight, out of mind" than to "distance makes the heart grow fonder."
• One of these Koreans just told the class that her ideal man will have big hands. 11:20am
  
• I need to be asked on a date so I can avoid paying.
• "A man who is a good friend is likely to find a good wife because marriage is based on a talent for friendship." Nietzsche
• The unsaid.
• Mention "wishful thinking" to Tiramisu.
• Monopoly is Blue Marble in Korea.
• Most people claim they aren't picky in terms of finding a partner.

Today I'm feeling:

like a dog

I'm tired, but not too tired to read your comments. Leave it!

The "I's" have it!

Yours truly and one of my two best friends for life at Grenada's Grand Etang Lake in 2003

I'm usually weary about putting my image on the net... but to heck with it, I don't look like this anymore.

Here are some thoughts from my first day at "work" today:

• I want and like animal crackers!
• My longest relationship was one year and one month.
• I am beyond hungry and sleepy. 12:10pm
• My mind is a chronic wanderer.
• I feel like an aardvark in a housing project.
• I am at a distinct disadvantage in life.
• I am likely at the crux of my life.
• I am in serious trouble.
• Thank goodness I bought this shirt; I barely have any business casual attire.
• I am not going to look anything like a teacher.
• I know what a Schengen Visa is.
• In the classroom, I am the only person with my problem *recurrent thought*
• I am never going to "make it."
• Less than half an hour to go here. 3:17pm

Today I'm feeling:

Shot down

Like the watery carnage that evacuates from your backside after the chipotle crap you had for lunch, my depression seeps. Still, I haven't called for a moratorium on comments.

Hustlin'

Sean and Crystal, Buenos Aires, April, 2006

The above image is actually one of my favorites. To me it's quite artistic. It is anonymity, though identities are not hidden. It's intimate, in an intimate sort of way. Yet, it's completely not intimate. The distortions of the subjects' proportions are obvious and almost exaggerated. The pavement almost looks flawless, though not.What is he holding in his left hand? What is she wearing? What were they thinking? Feeling? Where were they going? Yes, I qualify this piece as modern art. Not for sale!

"Planning before work protects from regrets; patience is the key to comfort."
Ceramic earthenware artwork on display at the Brooklyn Museum

Today I'm feeling:

Exhausted

Work is on the horizon and I'm unprepared. I'm more casual than business casual. I suppose I won't be protected from regrets, but I'll live in comfort! Please, comment.

Brooklyn!

Under the Brooklyn Bridge

"...How sweet it is."
Anonymous, on a sign posted when entering Brooklyn from the Verrazano Bridge.

Headed to the Brooklyn Museum later this evening. Just thought I'd give the blogosphere a small glimpse of the splendor of my hometown. If you look carefully, you can see that even in winter, a tree grows here. Along with lamp posts.

I'm currently rocking to Jimmy Crack Corn by Eminem featuring fiddy.

Today I'm feeling:

fatigued

And why do I still see no comments?

The Grassy Knoll

A grassy knoll, Central Park, NYC

"An unoccupied mind is the devil's playground."
Anonymous

I try to keep a clean home, but even with my unemployed, self loathing, yet domesticated self I find it so difficult sometimes to keep up. I hear superstitious Japs are going to town in the bathroom. I wish I owned stock in the company that produces the Scrubbing Bubbles. Meanwhile, I hear that the faux Pisces are getting on.

Today I'm feeling:

a little better

What say you?

Gully, nigga!

Amazing day to live in New York City. It was a balmy 42 degrees as the sunshine bathed this Brooklyn pier. Unbeknownst to this 'gull, the city council enacted a silly symbolic anti "nigga" policy. Something about the word being demeaning. To be honest, the word is merely a word that has taken on a whole new connotation. You've got to be pretty stupid to see it any other way. People really aren't taking things within context anymore; like the folks who invoke the Bible's literal meaning. At least, if you want this nigga free utopia, then give gays the right to marriage. No? Symbolically?

But still, beautiful day.

Today I'm feeling:

Midas-esque

Comment.