Mega idiots or millions?

The dear Mahatma at Union Square, NYC

And the idiot parade continues. Yesterday morning, at a little past 3 in the am, my brother decides to cook some beef. The dumb fuck falls asleep and nearly burns the place down. By the time I wake up, the whole place is filled with smoke and is stinky and disgusting. All day this wretched smell has haunted me. At work they must've thought I was at a smoky lounge before I showed up in the morning. The whole day the smell followed me. It made the eyes of those around me burn. I come home from work and the smell is just as putrid as ever. I hit Walmart and had to spend $13 on shit to freshen up the place. My dear, poor cats continue to endure this nastiness to a much higher degree as they stay closer to the epicenter and have a much keener olfactory than I. Fucking idiots!

So, I have to hold back and maybe harken to Ghandi for some inner peace and reassurance that come this month's conclusion I might find an idiot abatement.

Maybe today I do the Met!

Today I'm feeling:

Stressed

This is a horrible month. Horrible, horrible month. So bad, I bought a lotto ticket. Something has to shake, right?

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?

Grave prospects

What started as a rabbit grave will now be devoted to some sort of Spring flora. I guess I'll take a trip out to the local Home Depot and see what colorful, low maintenance plants they've got for sale and maybe plant it in the name of Floyd. I certainly can't ever use it as a grave now, this morning I caught my kitty digging in it! Bad omen. I figured I'd throw some life in there quick (after this current cold spell) and change my poor fortune around.

Art=Gay
Graffiti=Art
Neat little prose spray painted on the tunnel wall at the Manhattan base of the Williamsburg Bridge

I don't know whether it means that graffiti is gay, or it's hetero art?

Today I'm feeling:

drained

Like I can't keep pace with waking up early and coming home late. But I can. I mean, I am. I'm a slave like the rest of us. This fucking blows. Quick, someone, point me in a direction! Comment.

Rest in peace to the boy Floyd

c. 2005-2007

I owe you my first sip of something cool and alcoholic. I hope your final resting place is a cozy one. May your life partner, Piglet, live long and prosperous in your absence. May she find happiness and an appreciation of life without you. And may your airhead master get her act together. I didn't know you long, but you didn't know Earth for too long as it were. Still, our souls touched and for that I wish you bliss in the afterlife if there is one. Your spirit was a free one. You refused to be contained. You exuded a feral quality unmatched elsewhere in the inner city. I applaud your unyielding vigor for freedom. I sincerely hope there are no homes where you're going; just a big green bok choy field in the sky. I remain deeply saddened by your loss. Thanks for the times we shared, friend.

Wise men should never argue with fools. When they do, people who look on can't tell the wise man from the fool. They both look like fools.
paraphrasing of a Far East proverb

Today I feel:

absorbed and consumed by anger

Frustrated mostly. The month of April has bathed me in idiocy. My kingdom for some humans with something besides meat for brains! These characters couldn't seem anymore dumb or selfish. Okay, I'll stop now. Someone say something.

Thoughts in solitude

Buenos Aires equivalent to the NYC "canyon"

Mother seems to really like ATL. It seems she'll strongly consider making a move. Not encouraging to me. Kind of selfish of me, but wondering in Williamsburg last night made me wish I could really live there with another friendly, slim and smiley body. We could walk and peruse the funky boutiques, eat a slice, and unwind at McCarren Park together. Yes, a bit haughty-toighty. But also not too far from eclectic either. I suppose there's an image trade-off of some sort. Not hipster/trust-funded but not project/ghetto either. Oy vey.

Today I'm feeling:

well

My body has some aching. And I can't seem to find a suitable activity/exercise for my first basic English class later this morning. But I'm well. Today you're feeling?

Happy 67th mom!

A New York state of mind

Condor at Sam's Point, New York

Had a terrible April Fool's Day. Got a ticket for unsafe riding on the J train. It comes with a $75 fine. Furthermore, it's frustrated me something serious. Shouldn't the police consider curtailing actual crime than someone who's just on the train to reach a destination?

Venezuela is in full effect! Arepas and hot chocolate from Hugo Chavez' home tried earnestly to soothe my seething soul. It helped.

Mother dearest is in the Dirty South for the next couple weeks. Maybe she'll return with some of that renowned hospitality.

Needless to say, I'm not soaring as high as the condor above is. Maybe it's time for a Redbull?

Today I'm feeling:

highly disappointed

...in the New York City Transit Authority, their policies, and the law enforcement that supports their policies. The sons of bitches are unrealistic. That's all I'm saying. And yourselves? What've you all got to say?

April's fool

Just outside the San Telmo antiques market in Buenos Aires, 2006

So a year ago this month I was in Argentina. Nice place. Fond memories of my short stay remain. Can't say I wouldn't like to go back.

Anyways, I'm not really with the April fools stuff. So I'm not going to try and get you to believe anything that's untrue or do any story telling. Sorry to disappoint.

I like orange juice.

Seriously thinking of road tripping it to California in July. I've got a couch to crash on in the Sunflower State, and I actually would like to redeem the offer. It's unrealistic though. It'd cost way more to drive cross country than to just catch a red eye and touch down 5 hours later. But, if I had a road dawg to travel with...

Today I'm feeling:

plain

As in the plains! I'm really in a dreaming mood. I've got the travel bug. It's viral.