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I Got The Feelin’

A day back at the cigar shack. Not a bad day. I told Thomas last night that I would work the super bowl with Jerry Vale which frees him up to spend time with his fiancee on Sunday night. He was so grateful he threw a major order in my direction and he and his fiancee made me some corn bread which I will enjoy when I get home.

It’s been an alright day overall. It was Thomas and Bradley and myself and since Zack was off today that put Bradley in a good mood once again. I did hear from Zack via text today. He first asked if I had a passport and I replied that I did.

Then he asked if I would be interested in going to Honduras. Apparently a cigar manufacturer has tours of their fields and factory in Honduras and Zack was supposed to go but he wasn’t really feeling it, having just gotten back from two weeks of being out of town away from his family.

It would be all expenses paid and I would just have to pay for my flight which would be reimbursed by the cigar shack headquarters. I mentioned it to Bill and he looked up flight information. It was supposed to be from March 12th to the 15th, but after Bill’s research he found the best deal would mean my leaving on March 11 and coming back on March 16 and would not involve a layover that is 20 hours overnight.

Eventually we figured out that it would not be affordable. That means that Bradley might have to go. I would like to go but realistically it’s not feasible. And I would rather travel with Bill. He’s great, he loves to plan trips and all I have to do is show up. Cars, flights, hotel rooms all taken care of. I suppose I am spoiled by Bill when it comes to matters like this. It’s OK, I certainly don’t mind and neither does Bill.

The weather today has been outstanding, 60 degrees when I went on break at 3:15 this afternoon, nice enough to spend most of the break time, outdoors in the cool air. There were plenty of other people who had the same idea. So tomorrow is another day on, then another day off. And there is more laundry to do, laundry that didn’t quite make the cut the other day.

The plan is to get up early enough to get a start on that and then figure out the rest of the day. Of course by then it can all go pear shaped. Last night I watched Gosford Park again. It’s such a good movie, great script, great cast. Bill watched some of it before he went into shredding mode, meaning he sat at the kitchen table, shredding some documents and spending way too much time reading other documents.

Bjork was on the Colbert Report last night and she was very good of course. I plan on buying her new CD but as far as I know it’s only available as an app from iTunes. It could be available somewhere, somehow and I intend on finding it one way or another.

Thomas mentioned that I look like that I lost too much weight and that my suits all hang on me.I guess he is right since I can’t tell. And Jimmy Seltzer made an appearance, telling me that I should get it together and write my book. I really should, shouldn’t I?






10 Where Do I Begin
Thanks for the ride, Don Cornelius.

Rejeição

Yes it’s been a steady rain today and quite windy. It was that way last night. I only went out once today to get some groceries that I neglected to get yesterday. And of course when I got home I realized that I forgot to get Stevia.

The weather has been affecting my sinuses but it’s manageable as long as I don’t have to physically interact with people. Phone is fine, online chatting is fine, Facebook is fine. But face to face? Forget about it. It’s best for all concerned I believe.

I was invited to see my nephew Brian in a play at his school, somewhere upstate. But with the weather and my sinuses I begged off. The same with Pedro. It’s his birthday today and he invited me up to Otisville but once again I said no thanks.

Otisville could even be close to my nephew’s school and perhaps I could have done both but here I am in front of a computer in Hoboken. Like I said, it’s best for all concerned.

Last night I found myself close to the blues. The mood, not the music. Watched Bill Maher and realized that I really can’t stand Bill Maher. I don’t know if I will watch it again. I guess it would depend on who his guests are.

I would prefer it if Maher wasn’t on his own show, just having the guests on with a different host, a host who didn’t think they were the most clever person in the hemisphere.

After that, the Simpsons and Craig Ferguson. I wound up going to bed not because I was tired but because I was bored. Maybe closed my eyes for about five minutes before I tossed and turned beset with anxiety.

Bill wasn’t home yet and I found myself worried. That sound on the street, was it a fight? Was someone attacking Bill? Was I going have to go down in the rain in my boxer briefs and crack some skulls? I got out of bed and checked Google Latitude which said he was a block away from the Path train.

I took a Xanax and went back to bed. Before I fell asleep Bill came home and told me of the fight he had out on the street, how he yelled my name and wondered where I was.
No, That didn’t happen.

For some reason Google Latitude said he was by the Path train and he was actually taking the bus. He was safe and sound on the couch and I soon fell fast asleep, anxiety free.

Slept the best I had in days actually. Had an interesting dream where a classmate from grammar school, Joyce- had opened a day spa in Hoboken in what looked like the basement apartment I lived in in the 1980’s.

In the dream, Joyce hadn’t grown since 1976 and to kiss her hello I had to bend down on my knees.

What? It last dream before I woke up.

I watched Gosford Park this afternoon and was overwhelmed by how good it was. If only for the phenomenal cast. Great story (sort of figured it out midway through), great performances.

I was blown away. I only regret not watching it sooner. Great direction by Robert Altman naturally. I might even watch it again with Altman’s commentary.

Bill should watch it, so I will probably hang onto it so he can.

I also watched the extras disc from Near Dark which I enjoyed more than the actual movie last night. Interviews with Bill Paxton, Lance Henriksen , Jeanette Goldstein and Katheryn Bigelow.

Happy birthday Pedro!

Duncan

Rainy Friday. Woke up more tired this morning than I was when I went to sleep last night. Don’t know why. Crazy dreams perhaps. Damn cannabis free dreams.

Last night was a TV night, watched Community which I am liking more and more. Harpy called about 20 minutes in and I wound up talking to him for over a half hour. I paused the DVR so was able to catch up fairly quickly.

Watched the Office which was very good. “St. Patrick’s Day is the closest to Christmas that the Irish ever get,” a Michael quote. After that came 30 Rock which was close to being as good as it should be.

That meant not too much Tracy Jordan or is it Tracy Morgan? The line is blurred.

What did I watch after that? The Marriage Ref. Just not that good a show, produced by Jerry Seinfeld. Last night’s advisers were Larry David, Madonna and Ricky Gervais. Ricky Gervais was very funny which is something I find to be rare but Harpy disagrees with me on that one.

Larry David was just a grouch and looked like he was wondering what he was doing there. And then there was Madonna. Madge more than likely had her snappy patter written for her since I doubt she would have a quick wit like that.

I’m sure she owes Mad Magazine some money for Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions. After that was the news, Seinfeld and the Simpsons followed by Craig Ferguson which halfway through I decided to go to bed.

Which is where I began, waking up tired. I wonder if I’ve been tired from Bill tickling me as I slept. Or maybe it was the snorkeling.

Was out and about this morning and wound up in the library. The rain did give me a headache but nothing that some Advil couldn’t handle. I picked up Gosford Park, Observe and Report and The Invention of Lying (Ricky Gervais again!).

One of the things that gets me out of bed on Fridays is the fact that grocery circulars are delivered. Well not delivered to my building. I usually go up to Washington Street and take one from an unwatched stoop. I scan the ads for the A&P and Shop Rite.

Yes one more step into becoming my parents. Well that and cutting coupons.

With the economy being what it is I suppose it’s the thing to do. It was a thrill to see boxes of Post Raisin Bran on sale, 4 boxes for $5.00 and with my $1.00 off coupons for 2 boxes of Raisin Bran I wound up paying $3.00 for 4 boxes. And 2 for $5.00 bottles of Cranberry juicer made my day.

And the sale on Metamucil put me over the top as well as the sale on Ensure.

I wound up at the library again and returned Instamatic Karma by May Pang. She was John Lennon’s girlfriend on the 1970’s when he and Yoko separated. Nice photos, saw a few of them before.

Took another look at the DVD’s and picked up I Love You Man. 4 DVD’s to watch over the weekend. A nice selection I though.

Had some lunch when I came home and checked my email. Another DVD that I ordered via that socialist institution came in, Near Dark, directed by Katheryn Bigelow.

I hadn’t seen that in about 20 years and ordered it after she won the best director Oscar for the Hurt Locker. I just watched it and it wasn’t as good as I remembered.

Another trip to the library, the third time today. I told the librarian that a DVD was on hold for me. Another librarian heard me and told me that Moon came in. I also ordered that a few weeks ago.

Moon was directed by Duncan Jones and got really good reviews that also almost always mentioned that Duncan Jones is David Bowie’s son.

So altogether, 6 DVD’s. Thank you fellow taxpayers!

Art installation

Art installation


Not an art installation

Not an art installation

Late addition: my friend Andres Duque of Blabbeando posted the following link on Facebook.

http://www.observer.com/2010/culture/bromosexuals

My comment wouldn’t post there so I thought I would post it here.

I couldn’t get a beer at the Dugout a few years ago and it wasn’t crowded at all, maybe 5 other guys at the bar. My boyfriend got some attention since he’s of color but me, goatee, reddish hair, glasses and rock & roll attitude was ignored till I ‘knocked over’ my empty beer bottle, which got the bartenders attention. My boyfriend was amazed at how I was being ignored and sipped his ginger ale.

Most of my friends are straight. I hung out and worked at Maxwells, a gay/straight bar in Hoboken with the best underground rock bands in the 1980’s 90’s with bands like REM & Husker Du among others. I mentioned them since Michael Stipe of REM and Bob Mould formerly of Husker Du are gay and don’t fit the stereotype either.

The Dugout was a bar on Christopher Street that mainly catered to bears, that sub-group of gay men who are hairy, hirsute and sometimes heavy.

I’m a wolf.

Burn Down the Mission

Ugh, so tired. Been a good day though. Mainly spent by myself. Whatever manic high I was on the past couple of days has faded along with the sun on this autumn evening. Ooh, how poetic.

Last night Bill was driving off to Atlantic City again, so I was home alone. Following my sister’s advice, I looked up some holiday songs to play. Had an idea, that since I made $3.00 yesterday, if I can play some holiday songs during the holiday season, I might make some more money. Maybe $5.00 next time.

I looked up Jingle Bells, Jingle Bell Rock, Sleigh Ride, Winter Wonderland all of which were OK. But the song I was more interested in was 2000 Miles by the Pretenders. I love Chrissie Hynde’s voice and in my head I can approximate her vocal stylings and I wouldn’t change the pronouns.

I’d sing, “He’s gone, 2000 miles/It’s very far” and be happy with it. Any eyebrows raised by the fact that a guy is singing about missing another guy wouldn’t be my problem. The fact that it’s easy to play is a definite plus. I practiced that for a while.

Also reacquainted myself with the Rolling Stones Wild Horses, as well as Bob Marley’s Jamming. No TV really last night, mostly listening to music. Saturday Night Live was a repeat and I didn’t want to watch Shakira again for some reason.

I did watch Live from the Artists Den which had Aimee Mann on. To my chagrin I enjoyed her performance. I suppose since she’s put Till Tuesday behind her, I can too. It was live at a church somewhere in Los Angeles.

After that I went to bed and the dream I remember was me being a good friend of Belle Du Jour, or rather Billie Piper from Diary of a Call Girl. She was fun to hang around with and it was an interesting and erotically charged dream.

Nothing happened, just sexuality was in the air. One big bloke was definitely into me and I was feeling the same way but one or two anti-Semitic comments from him put the kibosh on whatever was going to happen.

Some disappointing things happened last night, both involving Facebook. One person who I suggested something to, did not take my suggestion under consideration which made me think whatever it is they’re planning will only go so far. Damn cannabis clear thinking!

Another Facebook contact, did not get a joke I made and took it too seriously which made me think that this person I thought was cool at one point is really a big jerk. Too bad I didn’t know it earlier, having known this person for about 20 years or so makes me want to wash my hands of their project and walk away.

Not terribly anxious about the thing that they have planned either and wish it was behind me already. But that’s life.

Bill came home this morning around 11:00 and went to bed. I told him I might be gone by the time he wakes up and he was fine with that. I decided to go out and play by Pier A again around 12:30.

I had no idea whether Tim or Tariq would be around and they weren’t. I was armed with new songs to play and gladly set myself up in the sunshine and played from 1:00 to about 3:45.

2000 Miles was enjoyable and I sang it a bit, which was fun. Not too loud though. As the sun went west, I went south a few benches to stay in the sun and out of the shadow of the buildings. I played the hell out of Maybe I’m Amazed, so much so that my arm locked up a bit.

Easily shook it off though and played open chords until I felt comfortable to play barre chords again.

At one point, a shabby couple came up to me, both wearing plastic rosary beads around their dirty necks. The woman asked if she could strum my guitar a bit and being a nice guy I said sure. She did a little doodle on the guitar, played for less than a minute and gave the guitar back.

They walked off and I started to play again, but couldn’t play a complete song without making a mistake. The woman, Linda was the succubus’ name, stole my Mojo. Horrifying!

It was getting cold out and I was back in the shadow of the buildings but I would give up until I can play a song without any major mistakes. It took a while but I was eventually able to play Wild Horses at a slower tempo.

I didn’t make any money today and was ignored by most everyone that walked by this afternoon. I was fine with that though. That’s the thing about busking, sometimes there’s money, sometimes there isn’t.

Maybe Saturday is a better day, with people giving away their change to various churches and other superstitious institutions that they get dressed up for and attend on a Sunday. I’m very annoyed with the news this morning that NJ catholic churches were announcing their fight against same sex marriage.

After reading about how for the past 30 plus years the child sexual abuse that has been going on in Ireland and covered up by both the church and the Irish government, I can’t help but think these bastards in gowns are using same sex marriage as a boogeyman to distract people from the fact that children have been routinely raped and sodomized by this world wide ring of pedophiles.

I think Sinead O’Connor was right. Fight the real enemy.