Mo better

My "nigga" John, who is now Maurice, and this random hottie Cathy, who is Korean ironically, are sleeping in my bed. This shit is insane. It feels good to be in my 20's. She bought me three bottles of Heineken to replace the two bottles of Corona that she and Maurice drank and they're both snoring and have to go to work and brunch in a bit. Shit just doesn't get any crazier than this. Go alcohol!

It's over 12 hours later and I've changed my bed linen (just because Maurice is quite nasty and was laying in my bed), and tutored and sat for a couple hours in Union Square Park and spoke on the phone for an hour with my buddy who used to work at the KFC. All on 2 hours sleep. And I'm still charged.

So here's the thing, KFC just isn't finger licking good anymore.

But Feist is!

I'm trying to dig a well. This is my new project. I figure, it'd be really sweet to have a well to run to every time I need some water.

Alright, gotta run, this headache/hangover is beating the shit out of me.

Today I'm feeling:

whooped

Yeah, this is madness... what do you all think of the Feist album? I can't make up my mind. It's only $10. But if you knew how broke I am, you know that $10 is $10. Should I take the deal?

I'm not a photographer

And those aren't cherry blossoms

Because they aren't. But they were awesome when I saw them in early April. I had to get off the train and get on the ground and snap some photos. It was probably the contrast because nothing else was starting to blossom at the time. It was a good time too. Things were going well. I had a job. I was waking up early and getting to my job early. I was meeting co workers and Koreans. I was drinking exotic "earthy" organic coffees. I was listening to various genres of music.

And now I sit at home. No job. Though I'm delighted to not have to go to work. And though I'm not an artist, I've decided to say I am and use it as a euphemism meaning "I'm unemployed." So, for now at least, "artist" = unemployed. And if you were to ever ask me what type of art it is that I do, I very simply, though coyly, retort "Oh, it's just too difficult to describe, you'll never get it," and swiftly make for the exit. What a contrast!

It's all about contrasts. And simple pleasures.

I'm building a nice cache of what it's all about here.

Today I'm feeling:

solemn

If I were to buy you the equivalent of a drink at this Internet lounge we find ourselves, what drink would that be?

And by the way, those really aren't cherry blossoms, and I'm really not a photographer. But they could be cherry blossoms?

If you...

If the George Washington Bridge wasn't so costly and congested...

If you don't find Spike Lee or Quentin Tarantino movies all that particularly good...

If you don't necessarily fancy having all that much money...

If you aren't too much of a fiction fan...

If you don't find it necessary to shower every single day...

If you find negativity practical as opposed to positivity, which you find unrealistic...

If you have a fondness for lip balm...

If you are not into hoarding...

And if you would rather not chew gum...

Then you and I are like... simpatico!

"I'm in the drop with the AC on/
that's why the streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!"
Jay-Z on Guess who's back by Scarface featuring Jay and Beanie Sigel

"Never pump fake and you'll get past the blitz"
Beanie Sigel on Guess who's back

Today I'm feeling:

unhappy in general

Here's an idea (which no one ever seems to pick up on), how's about you readers add a couple simpatico "if you's..." Do it for kicks!

Wednesday Chillin'

S2 in her favorite garden

What a morn. I hit the 63rd floor of the Empire State for an interview. The views in their classrooms are spectacular. Alas, my current employer is pushing me off and the folks to whom I'm being pushed are not interested.

But I was glad I made the trip. I'd hate to work on the 63rd floor anywhere. But the walk downtown after I'd get off would make it a little nicer. I meandered down 5th Avenue until I found a mom and pop paint store in the Flatiron District where I bought some compound from a delightful salesperson.

Next, I hit the 'Square'. Union Square, naturally. It's my favorite part of the city, as anyone who knows me knows. I practically go there every time I'm in Manhattan.

So a few blocks south of Union Square I found a deli that made me some french toast and I sat outside and ate it with some orange juice. It was comparable to sitting and having biscotti and caffé in a Roman piazza. It was as elegant as having cheese and red wine in a courtyard in the south of France. Refreshing. Delicious. Simple.

How easy is it, sometimes, to find pleasure in the most ridiculously simple shit?

Sean: S2, hungry?
S2: Meeooooooooooooow!
Sean: There, better?
S2: ...
Sean: My point exactly; contentment is only content when at its simplest I suppose.

Today I'm feeling:

pure irie

Ooh, here's a thought... everyone post one of their favorite simple pleasures in the comments section!

Gimme a sign

The East Village

Snow day!

Yesterday was my worst day ever as a teacher! I was so without focus or organization. It's back to the drawing board for me. So, with that in mind, I need to hear from YOU!

The young woman I tutor works extensive hours in the computer lab. She overnights it several times a week. But, she loves it! According to her, it's the only way she can log so many hours. And I believe it. But I'm jealous. I want something that I love that much where I'm compelled to try and improve and work. I want something that's so compulsive where I just can't stop working at it. That, I've easily come to realize, is NOT teaching. So, it's back to the drawing board.

What do I love? Travel. I think. No, I don't do it often. But I relish traveling. The few times I have been afforded the opportunity of a trip still languish in my mind. So I have a hunch that my life's work could quite possibly lie therein. But the dilemma is how to turn traveling into a fruitful career? I've thought about becoming a travel writer, but that industry is not a guarantee for me. I'd have to write the right pieces about the right places at the right times for the right people. It seems too hit or miss for me. And besides, what I find appealing is rarely appealing to others. I just wouldn't write the articles and books that people would want to read.

I could join the military, but I think I'm completely against the military. Especially the U.S. armed services.

What other viable options are there to try? I can't go on this way. Help me brainstorm. With that said, let the first open call for travel careers commence!

P.S. I was thinking, and it's quite humorous, the only person with a better story to tell from the other morning, than myself, is the neighbor fortunate enough to peer through his/her window at 4am to see me digging a grave in my front garden. Can you imagine?

Today I'm feeling:

the foul grip of despair

Anything yet?