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I Got The Blues

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Well it is a day off today and overall it’s been so so. Really lackluster. It had the potential to be that type of a day and it certainly did it’s best to live up to my low expectations. There was a tentative plan to go back to Chelsea with RoDa and see the Doug Wheeler installation that was too crowded to attend last Friday, but it fell through.

To tell the truth I didn’t really want to head into Manhattan today, but left it open for RoDa to approve or veto, or even postpone. As it turned out, RoDa was unable to go so that left me in on the Jelly Side of the Hudson River.

A trip to the supermarket, a wave to Tony the Barber, things seemed to be going nicely. Isis was the cashier again, she said she hadn’t seen me in a while and it was true since I hadn’t seen her in a while either. My schedule and Isis’ schedule are not in sync so there are more moments when we don’t see each other than when we do. The life of retail clerks.

I came home and had a nice breakfast. I stopped buying the newspaper a few weeks ago, so I just reread parts of old books as I eat. I surfed the net and read some emails and Facebook postings for a while as I waited for the laundry cycle to end. There is always laundry to do it seems. I decided to get a new pair of Airwalks since my last pair were falling apart, coming apart at the seams.

That meant a trip to the Newport Mall in Jersey City. It was a nice day as I walked down the avenue, stopping into the local record store to see if the latest Mojo and Uncut were in. Empty handed I headed to the train station. I figured I would take the light rail to the mall but just missed it when I got to the platform. The next train was in 15 minutes which would be almost the amount of time it takes to actually walk to the mall, so I decided to walk there.

For some reason ‘My Little Town’ by Simon & Garfunkel was in my head so I played it on my iPod. That’s the song they came up with when Simon & Garfunkel reunited in the 1970’s. I bought some socks at the Sock Store and walked into Payless which seems to be the only place that sells Airwalks lately. And of course they did not have them.

While there I got a text from Thomas. I found out yesterday that the cigar shack will be having a little to-do in the man cave for the super bowl. And Jerry Vale will be working it and since Jerry Vale is a part timer, a full timer has to be there too. And I am sure it will be me. Having written that just now I realize it is no big deal. I’ll have a few cigars, watch the game and eat some food and get paid for it too. A positive spin if you will.

I left the mall with a few pairs of socks and saw the light rail headed back into the station. As luck would have it again I missed the train. And since it was still a nice enough afternoon, I walked back to Hoboken. I decided to treat myself and get a milk shake at Ben & Jerry’s, the aptly named Chocolate Therapy. But they were all out of Chocolate Therapy, I walked over to Crumbs instead and got myself a Chocolate Blackout cupcake to salve my soul. I haven’t had it yet, it sits in the fridge just waiting for me.

Like I wrote, a lackluster day.

Tom Verlaine 1982 Words From The Front 06 Coming apart

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I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing

Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

Well today was not as bad as I anticipated. I had gotten some reports from Frank Burns of all people, that Zack was none too happy about things on Sunday. I didn’t know what Frank Burns was texting about since he didn’t get into much detail but it was more than likely a red herring from a possum.

I did not dwell on it last night and thanks to some melatonin I slept really well, making waking up a bit of a drag but easily overcome. Bill was as usual up and out an hour and a half before I roused myself out of slumber. Some breakfast, a shower and a nice suit & tie all lined up, I was ready for whatever lay ahead.

Still- after having two days off in a row probably contributed my foot dragging. No neighbor Deborah on the bus but her boyfriend Kevin made the scene, riding a few block to a management meeting at the Wine Bar on 14th and Washington Street. After he got off the bus after some quick chat I stared out the window, looking at the red and yellow leaves on the once green trees covering the lower half of the Palisades.

We were in the city in no time thanks to the excellent bus driver who calls me ‘chief’. A walk through the terminal which was pandemonium on Saturday evening. I was surprised to not hear or read any reports on the mayhem of 500 people running about the terminal as if looking for a great big “W” or being chased by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

No this was a much quieter terminal this morning. I walked down to the subway and just missed an express train but did not fret too much since a local had just appeared soon after and I boarded that. It was a balmy autumn morning and once I was above ground once again I got myself an iced coffee and headed to work.

Zack was in and didn’t seem as upset as Frank Burns led me to believe. Jerry Vale soon came in so it was going to be us three for the rest of the day. At least half the day since Zack had a Parent Teacher thing that needed attending. Jerry’s been distant lately but opened quite a bit when he started talking about how much he too hates Frank Burns. So that makes me, Thomas and now Jerry Vale who loathe Frank Burns. I guess it’s true, it’s easy to unite when you have a common enemy.

I did wake up to hear that The NYPD moved in last night/early morning an evicted the Occupy Wall Street encampment in Zuccoti Park. Not much news about it since the NYPD arrested reporters who tried to do their job, Conflicting reports throughout the day, judge says they can stay, higher court says they have to move. I suppose more info will come out eventually via the internets.

And for me there is about a half hour left for me at the cigar shack.

03 Another Day

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I Don’t Want A Lover

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

A day off and I did my best to keep myself busy and stay out of my way. I am not so sure it worked out that well. Yesterday or rather last night after posting I was in a funk. It wasn’t as bad as it was yesterday afternoon but still it wasn’t so good either.

Bill was fast asleep when I came home, he did offer to stay awake until I returned but I told him not to. He needed his sleep, he hasn’t had enough of it lately. Maybe it’s the change of seasons, maybe it’s the days getting shorter but he’s been quite fatigued and I’ve been skating awfully close to the abyss.

So with some melatonin I was able to sleep soundly next to Bill. He was up and out long before I roused myself from sleep. A goodbye kiss for the day, me telling Bill he looked good (said with groggy eyes and no glasses on, but it was true) and Bill telling me I looked adorable, hair askew and with morning dragon breath.

I decided last night I was going to do something instead of walking around Hoboken or merely staying indoors all day being depressed. I needed to do something on the cheap since I am skint, so I decided to recharge my creative batteries and head over to the art galleries in Chelsea. After coffee and breakfast I headed to the bus stop.

Decided to do my walking in Manhattan rather than the mile square city, so I walked down the avenues and over to the far west side. I have a subscription to Time Out New York, my former roommate had a gift subscription and forwarded it to me. I rarely read it and for what could be the first time since January I actually picked it up and read it.

I noticed there was a show at 27th Street and 10th Avenue, somehow related to King Kong which definitely appealed to the boy I used to be, as well as the man who went to see Peter Jackson’s great remake in 2005. I enjoyed a cigar as I strolled through mostly deserted side streets and found the gallery on the corner.

It was closed for an installation which was a disappointment and I almost took it as a sign that I should just turn around and go home. But since I was there already I decided to just wander around the streets of Chelsea and see what I could see. I did see a Keith Haring print exhibition advertised so I aimed for that.

I enjoyed Keith Haring’s stuff back in the day and I figured I could use that to make me feel better. It was an entertaining show, a few things that I had never seen before. The major thing was a recreation of the Pop Shop and I wasn’t sure if there T-Shirts were really on sale for $20.00 or was it merely part of the 1990’s simulation.

Some other shows were checked out, and I saw something Warhol related so I really had to check it out. It was a good couple of hours spent wandering around the galleries but overall it left me whelmed. A few shows were getting ready for installations and their opening parties tonight, including the King Kong show. I probably could have gotten in, but after a few hours of walking I was tired.

A walk back to the bus terminal, a cheap taco bought and inhaled near the depot and soon I was home again. Bill just walked in and now I have someone to hug and hug me back.

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I Don’t Care Raheem DeVaughn

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Well thanks to some melatonin I was able to get a good night’s sleep. It hasn’t been happening so much lately so anticipating a crazy day at the cigar shack, I decided to get a good night’s rest. I thought Bill had a good night’s sleep as well but I think he might have been over tired to do so.

I woke up early enough, three hours before I actually had to head in today. I was able to take my time and get things done, coffee, cereal and a shower. Good to do such things at my leisure. A walk to the bus stop, ominous clouds approaching from the west.

I waited for my bus, enjoying a cigar, telling a woman with a baby that the 89 bus was approaching and if that was the bus she wanted I would flag it down for her. I then helped her on the bus and waited for my own.

I did see the clod who is fond of throwing garbage into the bushes rather than the garbage can 10 feet away. He avoided me as I avoided him. I did see him throw the cellophane wrapper from a pack of Marlboro Lights in the middle of the street as he jaywalked, but felt he was too far away to do anything about it.

The ride into the city was eventful. My usual bus driver, my #2 favorite is on vacation this week so I had someone from the legion of substitute drivers. He was doing alright, picking up passengers but going rather slowly.

As we approached the tunnel, there was not much traffic and he opted to go through a different lane than most buses do. He rolled on through at an easy pace when all of a sudden there was a crash and a dragging sound.

Apparently, one of the toll booth attendants decided to open her door at the same time as the bus was passing and had her door torn off and the glass shattered. We stopped, the driver got out to see if everything was alright. We weren’t going anywhere it seemed since he now had to fill out an accident report.

Luckily another bus pulled up alongside and offered to take all of us onto his bus. It was crowded but we eventually made it to the bus terminal with no problem. I texted Calvin to let him know I might be late and received no response, but that may be from having a crappy phone on my end.

I was wary on Calvin’s behavior today since the computer crashed yesterday but he was actually alright, not too pissy. It was a relief. I worked with Jerry Vale all day, Calvin going to another organ donor meeting, trying to line up a Korg.

How that worked out I don’t know but here I am and everything seemed to be alright. Just a little over an hour to go before I am able to go home and that is something I am definitely looking forward to.

RIP Yellow Birdie

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I Cut Like A Buffalo

Monday, September 5th, 2011

It’s Labor Day and for all you republicants out there it’s a terrible day I’m sure. It was an alright day though I had to work. Getting in was no problem, except there was no 8:30 bus so I walked to the Path train and rode to 33rd Street.

I needed cigarette papers so I figured I would get off the train a stop or two earlier. My decision was made for me when it was announced that the next stop would be the stop I get off at. No worries since it was still a nice morning. Other people had to work today so I wasn’t alone in that regard.

Yesterday was an even better day since I had off. That was an early start too, but not as early as today. I ran some errands, grocery store and had a nice day at home, just chilling out. I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 and it was very very good. Quite intense, as intense as part 1.

The copy I had was a bit dark on the screen so I guess I will still go and see it in a movie theater, maybe Friday. I will go alone if I have to, just to see what I missed.

Bill was supposed to drive to Atlantic City, as a backup and found out once he was driving to his first destination, there was no need for a backup. It was OK with Bill though he did a lot of research on Saturday afternoon, finding out which roads permitted buses, which roads were under construction. He came home and after chatting a bit he went to bed.

I headed out, enjoying a cigar and walked over to Pier A where I read the New Yorker, then continued on my way up to 14th Street, and walked back down Washington Street. It certainly felt like a holiday weekend, even though I only had one day off.

I came home, Bill still napping and watched Harry Potter. Despite some audio sync problems I applauded at the end. Very good series overall each episode building tension and the final episodes were certainly top notch. Now I want to read the books and see what I missed.

I figure since the mania has died down considerably, it might be awkward to be seen reading JK Rowling in public, but public awkwardness is something that I am more than used to, so I really have nothing to worry about.

Bill had off today so he stayed up while I went to bed. My sleeping patterns have changed somewhat in the past couple of weeks. Instead of kvetching on things in my past, I find myself thinking of the future which is quite a change of pace from the past couple of decades. Somehow I fell asleep and did not even hear Bill when he came to bed.

And of course I was up too early, Bill asleep as I kissed him goodbye on his hand. He took off his sleep apnea mask so I could properly kiss him goodbye for the day. And as slow as it was in the cigar shack, I had good company in Thomas and Jerry Vale.

Those darn Warhol kids!

Peter Noel?

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I Confess #2

Saturday, August 27th, 2011

It’s a soggy Saturday and a day off. I was supposed to be working but with the shutdown of mass transit in this metropolitan area. With no way to get out there was no point of going in. So there was no work today. I was off tomorrow anyhow so it works out nicely I guess. Bill did some grocery shopping last night and I did some this morning after having a cup of coffee.

Last night Bill and I watched way too many reports on Hurricane Irene, and at some point we watched Jurassic Park. I really enjoy that movie and have seen it a few times, and I’m pretty sure this was the second time for Bill. It really is a suspenseful thriller, as good as Jaws.

Before you knew it, it was 2:00 in the morning. Bill went to bed a little after that and I soon followed. Slept fairly well, getting up later than usual on a Saturday morning. No work, no rush you see. Took a shower, made some coffee and after a bit, went to the supermarket.

It was crowded but manageable and I was able to get bread and a few other items that Bill could not get the night before. All in all I was in and out of there in about 20 minutes. Came home and had a nice breakfast. Of course after a few hours some cabin fever set in and I was eager to go outside.

Throughout the day it was raining on and off, not too windy either. I took a few pics as I walked up to Washington Street and since the batteries were slowly dying in my camera I had to get some replacements. Since I wound up downtown I decided to walk over to the river with my camera and fresh batteries, as well as enjoying a cigar.

I walked around Pier A and took some snapshots. Not many people were around but still there was a noticeable number. The streets were nearly devoid of cars. Plenty of parking spots available, much more than usual for a summer weekend. I walked around about an hour and came home to find Bill awake from a nap he had taken earlier.

All day long it’s been news reports on TV and posting YouTube videos of songs that are related somehow to rain. It’s definitely overload. Enough amping up fears and anxiety, I went back to the supermarket to get a few more things should we have to hunker down for more time than expected.

Then on the other hand I can’t help but think there is a lot of hype with regards to the present situation. In any event, I am content to stay home. The refrigerator is well stocked, plenty of water and food. Way more than usual. Also a few Stella Artois, just to save water. I think we’ll be able to ride this out, hopefully without a power outage.

I suppose it’s a good thing that I’ve written now.