Pacheco de Melo

I'll be helping Maykin move his belongings in a few hours. He was with this broad for 4 years. They were a staple, in my lives as well as their own. I busted their asses in pool countless times. Joked with 'em too. Ppppfffffttttt! They're stupid. So silly. Any-fucking-way...

Y'all seen the latest iPod Touch commercial? Wondering "hey, what's the name of that song so I could illegally download it or some shit?" Well, uncle Lux gotcha! It's called Music is my hot, hot sex and it's by CSS, a group of Brazilian wanna be pop stars.

Speaking of music... I can't shake this Alicia Keys' song out my head either. Her singles absolutely rock. I'm not really big on R&B. It's my least favorite genre of all the music genres I can tolerate. But Alicia always finds a way to make me rock. Plus she's a sweet bitch.

Today I'm feeling:

like everything's gonna be alright!

Quippin'

Got my car fixed yo. Sort of. Bought the passenger side mirror and put that bitch in myself. Broke up lots of clips in the process and had to order new ones. Then I have to see someone about repairing the fender before it starts 'a rustin'. I'm getting to be a little handy man.

And on to Maykin. I really don't know what the full story is behind him and his sweetheart, but he's been trying to get inside her for sometime now. I guess make up sex. No, I know make up sex. But it ain't been happenin'. They live together and they're not together. How fucking awkward. I wish I could help them out, but he's hard headed as hell. So she's into wearing new clothes like long sleeved blouses and skirts to her knees. And she goes straight home after work and school. And she goes to church for hours on Sunday. And she forbids him from going out late at night. Sounds like my kinda woman. Sort of. Moving right along: she covers up when they're in the sack. They're both hurting incredibly. And I'm here airing out their fucking business. But seriously, I warned him that he's not going to win this "argument." I told him to just spend an hour with her on Sunday in church to let her know that he at least is willing to try. He obstinately refuses. So, my dude, if you can't even put your small toe forward, stop with all the acting and move on. My advice.

Today I'm feeling:

sage-like.

The soothsayer of smooth players.

Go thither!

Real word, man. "Go thither." So, after you say "come hither" in your sexiest possible voice, and you get that freak in your clutches, you instruct them to "go thither," maybe into the kitchen for some edibles, or you'll say "don't go thither" if you need their warmth for the night.

Pay me the littlest of mind. I'm really just talking that shit now.

Smif N Wesson. I could usually count on them to provide that real, head knocker, hip-hop in its prime, grungiest of grungy, something I could smoke to music. So when I heard their latest was dropping, I quickly ran to the discount music store to cop that. I'm seriously disappointed. Not only does it not shine, I don't shine. I'll give it another couple listens before I consider my $10.83 down the drain, but it doesn't look like a drought breaker. Shame too, their last joint, Reloaded, was cooked.

Today I'm feeling:

relevant!

Member services

Anyone else having the weirdest dreams of late? Is it just me? The weirdest shit man, sincerely.

I must be the least bored, most broke, jobless man on the planet. Ugh!

I'm canning the quotes for now. It's just repelling me from writing posts. I dread the lyric thing. I'm just going to let loose. Like I used to.

Found this amazing hole in the wall Thai restaurant in Williamsburg that I just have to review for you. It's called Khao Sarn Thai Cuisine on the south side. Not overly expensive; they've got lunch specials for $5.95. I took two of my former students (Taiwanese), Amzad and the ever so heart broken Maykin. All but one of my Taiwanese students raved and gave it 5 stars. I thought it was awesome too, though I'm partial towards Thai food. The Massaman Curry with chicken, which is what I had, was indeed remarkable. I had it spicy. We also had a salad with vegetarian duck. I thought all ducks were vegetarians, but apparently not. It was salty and Maykin said it tastes like chicken, but it wasn't bad. The ambiance and decor was cheap and bordering on tacky, but the food and service, though a smidgen slow, made up for it. I give it a 'highly recommended' rating.

Today I'm feeling:

cool

OMG

Amzad at the pumpkin patch/apple farm

Oh, my, gosh! I love Leila Vine. And... she's going to be on NPR 'pon the 'morrow! That's 10/17/2007 for all of yous who aren't in the know. That's for you fellow New Yorkers. It's 7am. Set your alarm clocks. Don't be lummoxes!

"father forgive me for my sins/
but I'm a raise hell to the bitter end/
I'm a soldier boy"
Billy Danz of M.O.P. on Ready for war by Busta Rhymes

Today I'm feeling:

the usual

Land...

What helps offset a Monday Night Football game interrupted by such garbage as The Hills and The Weeds or Heroes or what ever crap that was last night is the $2.46 per gallon rate I got at the pump in New Jersey. I hear fuel is fast approaching $100 per barrel. Once it crests that mark, I doubt it'll get any lower. It sucks to own a gasoline powered car.

I got a new primary care provider. This person is a D.O.. I once worked, extensively with (though it was more like for) a D.O.. They're certainly different creatures. Certainly. But it may be worthwhile to pay my new doc a visit.

Moammar Ghadafi, the big wig in Libya, is a titillating topic. His country will be inducted into the United Nations Security Council in January. Personally, I see Ghadafi as a better leader than the current crop here in the U.S.. Include, too, the bunch in the running for 2008 and Ghadafi looks really good.

And Carol Costello. What a hot chick. I've loved her ever since she anchored CNN's early morning newscasts a few months ago, but recently she did a piece on Crosby and Nash's protesting the war in Iraq. She is so beautiful for a woman her age. For a woman any age, actually. I wonder who does her hair? And her piece was good. The point of the piece, essentially, is that the Bush administration has alienated people against Bush or his war by labeling them as being something other than patriotic. In other words, it's un-American to see things any other way. And that blows.

"As far as Jack can figure it-and God knows he's given this plenty of thought-these people are rarely required to adapt in the environment that breeds them. If something breaks down, they call someone to fix it. Something goes wrong, and there's someone who will come make it right: a repairman, a doctor, a lawyer. The culture that's developed in America and societies like it, says Jack, breeds dependency, liability, blame. He hates to say it, but the safer you make a society, the softer the people become."
Michael D'Orso speaking of the Hotel Galápagos' manager Jack Nelson in Plundering paradise: The hand of man on the Galápagos Islands.

Today I'm feeling:

jacked up

Schpielberg

Just got back from a day in the field. I mean, since that's what I'm calling it. It's so funny. I met up with a couple trying to get this game of ultimate frisbee going. And the woman asks me what I do. And I give her my schpiel about how I'm an artist, but the type that creates art she'd never understand. She took me seriously. Even after I explained that I'm not really an artist. Even after I told her that I sometimes teach English.. I should have ran with it. Then told her my story of how I once saved 13 kittens from a burning building in Toledo. Or was it Wheeling? Like I'd know, it never really happened.

So that's what I've decided to do. Invent scenarios that paint me more ambitiously and fascinatingly.

In the end, we didn't get to play much frisbee. Moral of the story, if you're going to lie about who you are, make it interesting. Make it interesting.

"Love is like cheese, it stinks."
Something I thought about saying to Maykin, until I thought better of it.

Today I'm feeling:

good like you wouldn't understand

Great timing. I think things are much worse than they seem. Things around me, of late, are wrought with such good timing. I can't complain... for the immediate future. Wouldn't mind getting my car fixed though.