I'm alright

Fractured artwork at the Cloisters

Another maelstrom Monday. Actually, it's a pretty uneventful day (the few minutes into it that it took me to write this). Yes, my month is up! Finally. I endured idiot move after idiot move, and the whole flu thing, during a very tumultuous 30. I invite May into my life with open arms.

By the way, I think I got canned at work too!

Still, I've met gobs of folks. Folks who all look at life a little different from one another and a lot different from me. I've grown to know others more, and understand them too. If I'd have to salvage anything from the month of April, it's the couple bonds I've strengthened with those who offered me salves and ointments in the form of their ears and shoulders.

"And when you're holding me, we're like a pair of parentheses."
The Blow on Parentheses

Sorry, can't get that song out my gray matter.

April still sucked lizard scrotum!

Today I'm feeling:

anxious for May flowers and shit

Talk to me, y'alls. (By the way, the title is a pun)

The lone parentheses

Me outside the Cloisters, Fort Tryon Park, NYC

I got flaked on for my Cloisters trip yesterday but being the NYC tourist I just so happen to be, I went anyway; all by my lonesome (as I usually do). I did know that I was going to be flaked on from a couple days ago. And, to tell the honest truth, I'm used to it. I've been stood up more times than a tripod over the past couple years. It's common place.

But, as you can see... I did get to experiment with some creative photography. That's me! Whaddya think? Like the water bottle in the foreground (absolutely done on purpose to play with depth perception)? Should I have tried it in black and white or sepia? I was thinking the overcast and glare filled sky would prove stark enough so that I wouldn't have to try other effects. Just thinking out loud here.

I took motherfucking lemons and made lemon-motherfucking-ade.

Fire at will! Who's Will?

Today I'm feeling:

the urge to rock out on a basketball court

No seriously, even if ballers don't show I could still work on some things. Go yonder... or comment.

A Caveman could do it!

Buenos Aires, April, 2006

The Blow are playing in New York in May. They actually play for free at Bard College on the 14th. Unfortunately, I have a basketball game that night.

Such is the nature of the beast.
Anonymous

I lose! I usually do. I'm just:

waiting for the other shoe to drop
Anonymous

Dangerous Wade! That boy is serious. But the Baby Bulls managed to put him on the brink in the House of Shaq. What a beautiful game.

If I remember correctly, the cabs in that picture run on clean natural gas. They can go from one end of the country (Argentina) to the other on about US$30 worth of fuel. Their engines don't have as much power, but they run farther on far less.

I can clean my Mazda! It'll probably be what I do today if I don't get around to hitting the Cloisters. In December I gave out my Dirt Devil for repair and refused to pay the 75¢ to use the vacuums at the car wash/gas station. 5 Months later, the repair place calls me and when I get there they hand me a brand new one. Does this advocate the slow and deep? Slow and deep. Hmmm?

Today I'm feeling:

like life is my holding cell and Samuel Adams is my bail bondsman

In reality, you should all let ambition be your bail bondsman. Speak on it.

Sometimes...

A breezy day at Central Park, NYC in early April

Good timing leads to encounters with good people. The right people at the right time.
Sean Luxembourg, April 2007

So Wednesday night found me at Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn for their weekly "quizz off." Insanely hard questions for the insanely geeky types. A good time was had by all. I'll undoubtedly be back if I find a quizz off partner to come with!

Been brushing up on my "come hither" voice lately too. I've been told it's pretty good. But I'm not bragging. All I've got to say is "come hither."

Overheard at McDonald's:
Little boy 1: "I wish we were girls."
Little boy 2: "Ill! Girls are nasty!!"

I love girls. The petite feminine ones in particular. They wear the cutest tiny clothes. Next to mine I feel gargantuan. I can't believe my shoes are that big next to hers! Wow, my hand dwarfs hers (yet somehow they fit so perfectly together, her hand and mine). I think I prefer an adorable girl to a sexy girl. Sexy girls have an air of superiority about them that competes with my fucking ego. You dumb bitch, you're okay but no one cares that you're hot. Adorable girls tend to be understated. You dumb bitch... awe, how could I ever be mad at you? Of course I like your crop cut. It suits you so.

We told you I'm not schizophrenic.

Today I'm feeling:

placated

And today you're going to comment on how you're feeling.

The "tingle"

It took about two days for my rabbit grave to explode with life. Check out my soon to be red azalea and my rich, purple, and young rhododendron.

On the subject of driving: ladies and gentlemen, I drive a Mazda (pronounced Meh-zzduh) and it's obvious my driving is not for the faint of heart. But I'm one with my Mazda and we take curves like bitches' good reputations. I say this all because I met my quasi Buddhist friend last night. She was a little un-Buddhist-esque about my maneuvering. But, my Mazda driving is pure Zen and I just needed to get that off my chest.

I'm currently listening to: Drive Slow (remix) by T.I. featuring Kanye West, Paul Wall and some other cat whose name I'll never remember, especially not at a quarter to 3 in the am.

And oh yeah, the "tingle" thing. Inside joke. Both literally and figuratively.

Today I'm feeling:

the warm fuzziness of a graceful presence

Thanks lil homie. Now comment, y'all.

Schizo-frantic

Central Park, 8/2006

Sitting at home all day running through some chores. Yesterday I gave the bathroom a little cleaning and today I got some vacuuming done. And I'll probably do a little more when I'm done typing this up. See, my issue is I don't have shit to do. And to be quite honest, I love it. Last night I had another engrossing chat with my quasi Buddhist friend and I made plans to hit the Cloisters on Saturday. I feel artsy. Maybe I should challenge myself to bake cupcakes at 3:35am.

Oh, and one last goodie! Mexico City, the world's largest, has just legalized it! No, not that, silly! Abortion. The Mexican uterus will never be the same (and I mean that in the most pro-abortion way possible). Go libertarians, go! Smart move boys.

Today I'm feeling:

like I could go for some Dairy Queen

Thoughts, comments? I'm not schizophrenic (yes we are).

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More from Sam's Point, NY

Today I stood up for my rights. I felt the spirit of Bob Marley coursing through my veins. I think the system felt the spirit of bureaucracy coursing through its annals. To be continued...

I met a Buddhist on Sunday and spoke with a quasi one for 4+ hours this morning. We (the Buddhists and I) seem highly compatible. My sheer ability to tolerate these two individuals for hours is proof positive enough. I've got a couple of readings to get through on the matter and we'll see if there is anything inspiring therein. 'Till then I'll continue my agnostic ways. I'm just saying...

That whole photo above just says "..." to me. It's a dreamer's photo, no? The sun, infinite landscape, and an inspiration provoking horizon give rise to the thought "go." I should attempt to legally change my name to the verb "To Go." Alas, there's a country in Africa called Togo. So that's a no go. Unless that's where I went. This is like that Robert Frost poem. Okay, I'm going to cut the dry babble short right here.

Revolution = Evolution
bumper sticker as seen in the East Village, NYC

Today I'm feeling:

like the well rested insomniac who, coincidentally, daydreams

And to that you say?