No real entry today but that doesn’t mean that I won’t entertain as I was recently on a game show, which you can see above.
I’m just being lazy. Don’t judge me, I’m sick.
Speaking of sick, would someone please send me some soup?
Location: @3:00 PM yest., on 95th & Broadway shutting a vault
Mood: Still sick
Music: leftovers with mashed potatoes No more candlelight
They opened a new Amish school house in Pennsylvania the other day.
Hopeful is good.
I think.
Have you ever actually read about Pandora’s box? Yes, she unleashed all of life’s misery but did you know that Hope was the final thing in the box? It was also the only thing Pandora managed to trap.
Eventually, Hope escaped.
There are two ways to look at this, either:
Always thought it was the former. In my late nights, I’m not sure. I think it may be the latter.
I would like it to be the former, but, then again, I would like a lot of things.
Location: @3:30, crossing the 59th St. Bridge
Mood: sad
Music: read my mind love What a tale my thoughts would tell
Yesterday, I met a couple going to Beijing and a boy studying Chinese. It made me remember my younger days.
There was a time when your last name told something about what you did or where you came from.
I once briefly saw a woman named Zelle, meaning cabinet in German. She figured some ancestor made cabinets. That, or hid bodies inside them.
My name was won by some ancestor who did some great deed and was asked by the emperor what he wanted. Like all good Chinese, he said, simply, “Land.”
So, 1200 years ago, he was given a tract of land in northern China in the Bing Province with a river on it – the Luo River.
Fast forward to 20070402, and I’m Lo/Luo version 120b.
Imagine if we started over again today.
We’d have names like, “Pete Accountmanager” or “Mandy Producer.” Or names like, “Edward Google,” “Sandy Fresh Direct” or “John Morgan Stanley.”
OK, maybe that last one works. You get my point.
1201 years of work and I’m the result. It’s humbling and laughable.
I know where I come from.
But where am I going?
Location: @3:00AM, in the 80s, looking for a cricket
Mood: tired
Music: You should turn yourself around and come on home
I:
Ok…you probably guessed the last one.
Location: @1:30AM, on the N with L and a new girl.
Mood: tired
Music: with a sunny smile and a witty eye and you may find a smiling guy
Got a date for St. Val’s day tomorrow. I’ve been on dates before, yes, but I’m really looking forward to this one.
Did you ever read Miss Manners? I’ve got lots of issues (admittedly) but poor manners isn’t one of them. On that note, here’s her view on what a date is comprised of:
There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered: entertainment, food, and affection. It is customary to begin a series of dates with a great deal of entertainment, a moderate amount of food, and the merest suggestion of affection. As the amount of affection increases, the entertainment can be reduced proportionately. When the affection IS the entertainment, we no longer call it dating. Under no circumstances can the food be omitted. — Miss Manners’ Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior
Think I’ve got the entertainment and food part down.
If I manage to get some sleep the night before, I might be normal enough to work in some affection.
Who am I kidding? I’ll settle for the food and entertainment.
Location: Yonkers, New York
Mood: curious
Music: every time I try to make it right, it all comes down on me
Went to see my college friends again last night. We don’t get together as often as, I think, we would like.
Life gets in the way.
Heard once that JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis and a third writer were all close friends and when the third writer died (Charles Williams?), CS Lewis said something along the lines of “When he died, I thought, ‘at least I’ll have more of JRR, but in fact I had less,'” meaning that, when the third friend died, CS Lewis found that the third friend brought out things in Tolkien that CS couldn’t.
In any case, I see my friends individually but when we all get together, it’s a different dynamic. I see things in my friends’ faces and hear voices from over a decade ago.
And it’s good seeing my old friends again.
I haven’t seen me in years.
Location: @3AM, taking the train home
Mood: thoughtful
Music: Good times, bad times, give me some of that
Went to yet another funeral last week. I’m going to far too many for my age. Or maybe it’s just right. I don’t know.
No joy.
My friend said, afterward, “It makes you think who’ll show up to your, you know, your…thing.”
I wonder who will.
You know, a recent survey says that the average American has only two close friends. I’ve got a few because I know I need them.
I hope you have more than two – life is hard enough as it is.
Plus it would just be sad if no one showed up.
Not that…oh, you know what I mean…
Location: -5 minutes in kitchen, waiting for coffee
Mood: sick
Music: Heads we will, Tails we’ll try again
Personal space runs from 18″ to four feet from your body to another person.
In NYC, that number is probably two feet from you body. That would mean that your personal space is a 13 square-foot circle around you.
So in the past number of weeks, I’ve learned that three of my friends are involved in “secret” relationships, not with each other, where people don’t know that they’re involved. Two are women, one is a man.
Why would any self-respecting person want to be with something that isn’t proud to say, Yeah she’s with me?
That, and premium ice cubes, is just about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.
Me? I’m expanding.
Location: Home sweet home.
Mood: grumpy
Music: I’m thrown and overblown with bliss.
Ooooh, my aching head.
One would think that, with the sheer quantity of alcohol I ingested last night, I would have slept like death.
One would be mistaken.
I saw a ton of friends last night and it was hella fun. It was my first new year’s eve as a single guy, I think ever in my adult life. Kinda weird. And as the night wore on, it got progressively weirder.
Alexander the Great used to burn his boats once his army landed somewhere so that they had no choice but either fight and win or die in a foreign land.
In 2006, I made my choices and burned my boats.
2007 then.
Let’s go, let’s go…
Location: @3AM-ish, stumbling home on Broadway
Mood: tired
Music: Hast Du etwas Zeit fuer mich?
I believe that people are bad at heart. What with historical events (like Nazi Germany, the Inquisition, the Great Leap Forward), psychological evidence (the Zimbardo and Milgram experiments), and current events (pick up a paper) I’m fairly disgusted at our species as a whole.
However, that’s not entirely a negative sentiment. I think a bit of kindness is nobler against the backdrop of our craptastic-ness.
So I had four recent bits of kindness:
Regarding (4) I think we’re supposed to meet up for coffee (just coffee – she’s in love with a boy from Indiana) but I’m reminded of a quote from Margaret Atwood:
Wanting to meet a writer because you like their books is like wanting meet a duck because you like pate.
Eh, I’ll risk it.
Location: the basement of my brain
Mood: pleased
Music: And so and now I’m sorry I missed you
