Basil King once said, Be bold – and mighty forces will come to your aid. I think this is true. Your friends, your family, yourself. It all comes together, somehow. Not perfectly, but it does.
Had to go onto the roof to fix a broken piece of glass (long story) on Sunday so I put on my winter jacket and made my way up.
Soon, I’m standing on my rooftop looking around the city. It’s early yet and cold so most of the city’s still inside. The wind’s blowing like mad and I’m slightly scared as there’s no railing. But as I start to work, I think about the weekend.
One minute, I’m in meetings with banks trying to hustle scratch for my business. Then I’m negotiating percentages in Chinese wearing my best tie (with a girlie secretly printed on the back of it) on a Saturday. Then I’m speaking German to a waitress in SoHo while explaining to a tall blond what an Alsterwasser/Radler is. Then I’m telling a girl in Ray’s Pizza @ St. Marks that I’m not 24. Then I’m watching a chick hang upside down in a train. Then, six hours later, I’m on a roof trying to fix a window and not get blown off.
Later that night, I’m in church (where I bumped Gshok again), and I run into a girl I met a while back but never mentioned and I came this close to asking for her number – couldn’t do it though.
Spent the day running around Connecticut, Westchester, and then stuck for two hours on the Cross Bronx Expressway – the GPS said it would take 22 minutes. It took 2.5 hours.
Damn lying GPS.
Was rushing back because I had a church function to attend. Eventually I got there and did my thing.
Somehow, two girls and I got onto the topic of dating and I told them that I had a mental block about meeting and dating someone from church. I just feel that’s sleazy somehow.
For some reason, they thought that was the one place I should be looking to meet someone.
Huh.
I then went home and got a call from a pretty lady and met her for a quick drink.
Quite a day.
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Got a few emails and comments from people saying they felt bad for me. Thanks much, but don’t feel bad for me, please.
Do you queue, stand in line, stand on line, wait in line, or wait on line?
This is gonna be another tough week. It’s going to be like this for at least 45 days. I’ll let you know what’s going on when things settle.
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Do you queue, stand in line, stand on line, wait in line, or wait on line?
The only problem with living where I live is all the endless queues. It’s maddening. Every Sunday I pick up a loaf of bread. I’m often temped to throw down four bucks and bolt. But I never do. I wait.
If it’s not for a chick, it’s for a loaf of whole grain, low-carb, wheat bread.
No, just this. No bag, thanks. Credit. I know. No, I’ve got a pen. Here. Thanks, you too.
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I love the Bourne Identity films, which are much better than the novels – those are a hard read.
Spoiler – highlight below to read.
There is one aspect of the novels that I prefer to the films and that is that Marie isn’t killed. In fact, they’re happy and have two kids. I still don’t get why they killed Marie. She was my favorite character after Jason.
Ah, I’m such a sucker. I wait for things that’ll never happen.
The thing about relationships is that you develop shorthand. Like calling up your girl and saying, Hey, it’s me.
For years my brother was torn whether or not he should go to Cali. I told him that that I knew he’d get there someday and when he did, he should listen to the song above for me.
Then one day, he up and went.
That week, I got a call from a Cali number and when I answered, it was just the song playing. And I knew he was where he needed to be.
I woke up today with it in my head. I think about it every so often cause there’re so many good lines from it:
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart, somea us gotta run a little faster cuz we gotta later start
I’d be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
if everybody’s a sinner then everybody could be a winner
wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition
Now I know I have at least five people that read me that sound depressed. Real depression.
So I interrupt my usual tales of complete randomness to say that you should take it seriously. It’s such a hateful thing because in the best case, you lose time. At the worst – well the outcome is like any other terminal disease.
The line that I particularly like from that song goes:
I’ma scuffle and struggle until I’m breathless and weak
To get to where you need to be, you gotta. And you should, until you’re breathless and weak.
One was sad. Berlingirl showed up unexpectedly – a nice surprise. Spent some time with her before she had to catch her flight. She said, I wish you a wonderful fall. (Ich wunsche dir einen wunderschonen Herbst).
Don’t think she knows how much that meant to me.
One was random. She gave me her digits and said,It was nice meeting you (Wo hen gaoxing renshi ni).
I’ve already lost the piece of paper – of course.
The last?
It was sad in a completely different way. She said, May you have a good year (L’shanah tovah tikatev v’taihatem).
Heard my name on the loudspeaker a coupla times before it fully registered. I rose, grabbed my bag and ran the 30 feet to the gate. The pretty girl at the gate laughed because she said she noticed me staring out at the planes the whole time but assumed I was waiting for the next flight.
Go, go, go, she said.
Threw her a wink and a smile as I went, went, went.
Right now I’m in another nondescript upstate hotel room by myself listening to sad songs with only you, Tupac and the light from my screen for company. I’m remembering things and people I don’t wanna remember but I can’t forget.
And still I rise…
Location: 13601, talking to Somena
Mood: pensive
Music: Please give me to the sky Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
Asked her what we the most difficult part about dating in the big city.
Her: I’d have to say the disappointment. I keep hoping this time’ll be different… Me: Huh. (pause) Funny you say that…
Huh.
See you Tuesday guys, be safe.
Location: 12AM Columbus, having this conversation
Mood: thoughtful
Music: circles. Confusion. Is nothing new? Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
Saw a concert with Camera Obscura and The Last Town Chorus
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Hopping on a 6AM train bound for Baltimore tomorrow. Exam.
Not ready but when are we ever for these tests we take in life?
Did go to that concert Friday at the seaport to see Camera Obscura. Opening act was The Last Town Chorus – that’s a pic of the lead singer, sorry so blurry, I was hella far away. They sang a cover of Bowie’s Modern Love.
Told the Grey-Eyed Girl I went with that I got dropped off by my party bus rental at the seaport and spent my prom night there. She got a kick outta that. Been in this @#$! town too long.
Speaking of towns, looks like she and I are heading for Friendsville – weird, it’s usually me driving there. Well, it happens.
Been on 20 dates with 14 girlies in 60 days. Plus I met two separate women on the way to the concert. Not sure I’m cut out for this modern love – I’ve essentially turbo-charged my disappointments and disappointing. Perhaps I’m just all charm and no substance.
Startin’ to think dating’s just an excuse for me to blow coin I ain’t got, time I don’t have and hope I can’t spare.
Location: on the telephone, dealing
Mood: indescribable
Music: Its just the power to charm Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
