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St. Elmo’s Fire

Man my processor is slow today. At least I think it is the processor. I spent the past 20 minutes trying to open up a new Open Office document. And it’s taken me 15 minutes to write those 2 sentences. Yes, it’s infuriating.

Something that I cut and pasted onto Facebook 2 hours ago, just reappeared when I tried to paste the previous sentence in it’s proper order. In fact I am writing this and nothing is appearing on the screen. It’s taken me about a half hour to write the above lines.

I hope you think it was worth it. It’s fucking pissing me off. At this rate I should be done writing, hitting the 500 word quota by midnight.

Maybe it was because I had both Firefox and Google Chrome browsers running. Now that I closed Google Chrome everything is going as it should. Won’t do that again (yeah right).

I just watched Moon, directed by Duncan Jones. Very low key and very good. Sam Rockwell is basically the only actor in it. I thought about seeing it in the theater when it came out, but as usual I never got around to it. It is haunting though.

It’s been a good weekend to watch DVD’s. Last night I watched I Love You Man which was as dumb and as funny as I thought it would be. No need to watch the extras on that.

After that it was Saturday Night Live which was an improvement over last week. Jude Law was the guest host, miles ahead of Jennifer Lopez. The digital short was spot on, Pearl Jam was the music guests.

I watched the Street Corner Mourners videos on YouTube instead of the band named after semen. I like Pearl Jam’s politics, how they fought for the fans against Ticketmaster more than I like their music, which has always left me cold.

No, their debut Ten didn’t do a thing for me and I never saw the videos from it including Jeremy.

Bill came home as I watched the last half hour of Lost on ABC. He was telling me about the play and how well it’s going. I plan to see it on March 26.

Bill offered me a ticket for March 19 but I will be at the Park Theater watching the Street Corner Mourners that night, rescheduled from February which was snowed out due to the blizzard.

During the day I sometimes write down various things to include in this here blog. I wanted to write about how the heater in the kitchen was not working making things a bit cold. A few times I would lay on the floor trying to get the pilot to stay lit but it would invariably go out.

Being insane and doing the same thing over and over trying to get a different result, I actually was able to get it lit so it’s nice and warm once again. I am surprised at how handy I could be sometimes.

Also tried up loading songs into iTunes by clicking Add Folder to Library. It wouldn’t take. So I tried dragging the folder into iTunes and it worked just fine. Once again I was handy.

The other night as I was flirting with the blues I actually watched part of St. Elmo’s Fire. I am embarrassed to admit that I actually saw it in the theater.

I went with Hiroaki Kimura at the Hoboken Cinema when it came out and compared some of the characters on screen with our friends in the Colgate crew. Mainly the Rob Lowe character resembled a future roommate of mine who moved to Austria.

And it was a fleeting comparison since that future roommate was not the asshole that Rob Lowe seems to play in just about every role he gets. Maybe it’s typecasting.

Most of the cast were loathsome, or at least the actors were with the exceptions of Mare Winningham and Ally Sheedy. It really is a terrible movie and one can’t help but wish the worst for the characters on screen.

See Moon.

The title of this entry is from a Brian Eno song and has nothing to do with that horrid movie.

Moved the clocks ahead last night before I went to bed, making it 2:50AM when I went to sleep. Woke up at 8:00 (or 7:00) to the sound of thunder which sounded like a building was being bombed in Manhattan. Got me out of bed to look out the window.

green carnation

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.