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I Shall Overcome

Friday finally. At least I think it’s Friday. Wait, I am pretty sure that it’s a Friday. It was a busy enough day without a visit to the bibliothèque or the cigar shop. A lot of running around today. A trip to the supermarket, to the cleaners, to CVS, and to the optician. Yes I finally got my new eyeglasses. If you’re on Facebook or Google +, then you’ve seen them and you’ve loved them. At least 11 people liked them enough and I’m sure if Facebook had a ‘love’ button it would be worn out with love for this former stripper.

So here I am once again on a Friday evening, the rebroadcast of the Daily Show is on which was preceded by the Colbert Report. I caught the latter and now watching the former. Or do I have that backwards. I don’t know- it’s Friday. Let me breathe, let me put balm on where the tassels used to be.

Back to the eyeglasses- I like them and after a couple of weeks of not seeing very well through scratched lenses, it took some getting used to. And having progressive lenses to match my political outlook, it also takes some time for full appreciation.

Things are a bit curvy at the bottom of the lenses which makes a simple walk down the street feeling like the edges were done by Salvador Dali playing with a fish eye lens. The clocks do seem to be melting a bit more than usual. I always forget persistence. And they are transition lenses which get darker in the sunlight, though when I am wearing them I can never tell and find myself trying to catch my reflection in store windows or passing cars. And the glasses are not branded, though they do have Ernest Hemingway’s name on the inside.

Which means if Ernest Hemingway ever turns up and asks for his glasses back, all he would have to say is that his name is on them and I wouldn’t be able to deny that. Then he would punch me in the mouth before taking the eyeglasses away.

I’ve been wearing eyeglasses since the 5th grade. Everyone in my family wears eyeglasses and despite being told I was adopted most of my life, I guess nurture usurped nature and through a strange osmosis my eyes needed corrective lenses as well. I was seen squinting a few times at the blackboard in class and was able to use that excuse for lousy grades, ‘I couldn’t read the black board’.

With the proper lenses I was able to see better and my grades stayed the same, fair to middling and always room for improvement if I just applied myself. I was only supposed to wear them when reading but wound up wearing them all the time which did not make my eyes any better. My eyes gradually got worse and every year or so new glasses would be in order.

But you won’t find me wearing Dolce & Gabanna or Burberry or Tom Ford eyeglasses, not unless they were paying me to wear their products, paying me to advertise them. Since that is unlikely to happen, their eyeglasses won’t be adorning my face anytime soon.

I Don’t Need No Doctor

Last night was a wee bit intense. Juan came by after going head to head and toe to toe with both his mother and his father. He was fairly livid when he came by and I did my best to chill him out. Ninety minutes of Weeds and a half hour with a London call girl did the trick or at least that is what I had hoped.

He also used the computer and I was silently amazed at how fast he can type. Then again he was basically raised with a computer keyboard underneath his fingers. His words per minute skills must be close to triple digits. Impressive. I did have to kick his ass out so that I could get ready to go to sleep. He understood, he’s good like that.

Also chatted for a bit with Song in Sydney. He got his visa and should be back in the states next month. It would be good to see him and Ray again. Been a while. Last time they were in town I fell ill.

Slept really well, good old air conditioner humming along as I slept. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but of course that is what I had to do. I was out the door before 7:00 again and got on a soon to be crowded bus.

I sat in my usual spot and read An Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett, author of The History Boys among others. He’s a favorite author lately. This is about the Queen taking up reading which she never had time for before. That description doesn’t do it justice, but it’s not much more complicated than that. It’s an entertaining novella and after starting it yesterday I am almost finished with it. I’m so lucky to have the library just down the street.

Oh what an idiot day I’ve had. Work was busy, Tom Chin out of the office and John could you do this, John can you do that all day long. Not that I minded, not at all. It makes the day go faster and makes me feel somewhat needed. Vivek, the managing director and Greg Stevens the president of the company were getting a letter together to send out and I had to rewrite it an proof it a few times.

Unlike this blog where I sometimes post without fully checking for errors, I sometimes go back and make the necessary corrections after it’s been published. Today with Greg and Vivek I looked like a buffoon. They’d make edits, I’d work them into what I was writing and occasionally I’d omit something that they would point out after I printed out the letter.

I did my best and tomorrow is the day they go out so I’ll be bringing a fine toothed comb to the office.

But the thing that was the most idiotic was truly my fault. I’ve had some problems with the eyeglasses I got in November of last year. I had them fixed, then there was a problem with the lenses. So I brought them back after Evan, the nice guy who may or may not have a ‘thing’ for me was going to have a new pair made.

The lenses came in last week and he told me to bring in the frames. I said that I didn’t have the frames, that I left them with him. He looked and looked but they weren’t there in the shop. I wound up getting a whole new pair of glasses which I got today.

They look great, better than the old pair. As I was dealing with Greg and Vivek, I was cleaning up my desk getting ready to go home. I open a drawer and find an eyeglass case. I open it and what do I find, but the eyeglasses I said I left with Evan.

Oh I laughed through my horror, my idiocy. I guess I have to do the right thing and bring back the old pair that was missing and tell him it was all my fault.

I’m an idiot.

Tonight, I’m going to McSwells again. What is this? The eighties? I’m meeting with my friend Lois to discuss music since I am DJ’ing at her wedding party at the Rainbow Lodge in Walton NY on August 2. Then I’m meeting my brother Frank to see the Individuals reunion.

Oh but tomorrow, going back to Evan, humble and apologetic. Years ago, I would have had the ‘get over’ attitude, nowadays, I just want to do what is right.

And that means eating humble pie.

Hot Corner

Feels like a Friday, but it’s a Thursday. A breeze comes through the window and I have no water again. They’re tearing up the street outside my building, some water pipe problems. They did it yesterday and now, today.

Last night someone was being waked (woken?) at the funeral home around the corner. According to Bill the street was crowded with people and cars. I think the dead person was a ninja bike enthusiast since I heard a lot of motorcycles revving up for about 10 minutes.

I watched Walk Hard last night. I bought a previously viewed copy from Netflix. I love this movie, still gets a few laughs from me. I watched the theatrical version last night and the incredibly self indulgent directors cut this afternoon. If Juan stops by this weekend I might watch it again. Watched that and then some David Letterman before turning in.

Woke up around 7:30, did my thing, showered, made coffee, sat in front of the computer when I noticed that my eyeglasses were broke. Not the lenses but the right arm? Stem? Anyway it was a bit off. There wasn’t a screw missing (insert joke here), but apparently there was a spring missing. I called Cohen’s Fashion Optical in Manhattan and found out when they were open till.

They’re located at 805 Third Avenue in Manhattan. I work across the street at 800 Third Avenue. That meant I had to head into the city, basically going to work on my day off. The salesman at the store Evan, well I detected that he was into me back in November, so I decided to dress appropriately.

The chaps were at the cleaners and I couldn’t find my coochie cutters, so I went indie rocker I suppose. It’s basically what I’ve been wearing the past 10 years or so during summer months. All that’s missing is a skateboard. Evan was glad to see me and was able to arrange to have the frames repaired within the next week.

I walked around Manhattan for a bit, listening to Girl Talk and grinning a lot. Harpy and I had a nice chat on the phone about Girl Talk and other things. That was a lot of fun. Also spoke to my sister Annemarie, las night who misses being out here at this time of year like she’s been for the past decade or so. I miss having her around here too. Hence a bummer summer for both of us.

Out of all my siblings we’re the closest, much to the occasional snarky comment from Frank and Brian. But that’s a whole ‘nother entry. Today I sent her an email suggesting that she go to the Funplex and Dance This Mess Around. Hopefully that’s what she’s doing.

Bill just ran in and ran out. He’s going to see a Yankees Red Sox game tonight. I hate the Yankees. If I had to make a choice it would be the Mets. We were a Mets family when I was growing up.

I went to a few games at Shea Stadium, including one time with the Lodi Boy’s Club where I saw a Pittsburgh Pirates game and Willie Stargell hit a foul ball crack his bat in half and the top part of it went flying in the stands and smashed someone right in the face.

The boys of summer indeed.

I smoked a Padron while wandering around Manhattan, headed to the Path train. Wandered though Hoboken and bought a lemonade sweetened with Stevia from 2 enterprising lads on Washington Street. I guess I prefer Stevia in my coffee. The lemonade was good, but sugar would have helped.

I almost got hit by 2 cars this morning as I was crossing Washington Street. I had the light but car # 1 was driving south and not paying attention. I put up my hand, specifically one finger, and not the middle digit and he stops, signaling his apology.

Then as I was walking into the northbound side, car # 2 was rolling through the red light. I threw up my hands in dismay. Such idiots, and they were both on their cellphones as they were driving through red lights.

So that’s it for now, a busy and hot Thursday afternoon. Here’s some snaps.

Boy blue

Blonde with ciggie


95 scorching degrees? Break out the dark clothes!

The enterprising entrepreneurs selling organic lemonade with Stevia! Kudos!