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Like A Hurricane

Monday again. It’s sort of been a rather blah day. Not even blasé, but rather ‘blah’. Woke up this morning, still asleep with Bill kissing me good bye and asking what I was doing. I said sleeping and tried to get back to sleep.

He was snoring again last night. It doesn’t make for a restful sleep. Usually when he leaves for work, that is when I finally can get some rest. The last thing I needed was for Bill to ask what I was doing when it was plain to see that I was sleeping.

A letter I wrote was recently published in the Hudson Reporter, singing the praises of the bibliothèque. They’ve published me before, but this time I’ve used my pseudo real name instead of Anonymous.

I pointed it out to the librarians when I returned the DVD of The September Issue, a documentary on the making of the September issue of Vogue magazine. Anna Wintour, Grace Coddington and Andre Leon Talley.

It was a fascinating documentary on how a magazine is put together and reminded me of the time I spent at People Magazine. But Carol Wallace certainly did not have the clout of Anna Wintour. And Anna Wintour was the inspiration behind The Devil Wears Prada.

I wanted Bill to see it since his office building is shared with Conde Nast publications. But instead I returned it and will take it out again at another time.

I neglected to mention that yesterday while busking with Francine I also played along with Teach Your Children. Today I went to the river, not too many people around, despite it being a nice day. No Tariq around and the drunkards were nowhere to be found.

I played Walk On By without the capo that’s suggested and also The Wind Cries Mary. No singing, no encouragement. Nearby there were three women doing a modeling shoot. A photographer, a stylist and the model. They paid me no mind and I did the same.

While the model was changing clothes the photographer asked if she could take my photo. I said sure, and also gave her my camera and asked if she could take a couple of snaps with it. She gladly obliged. She said she was going to take my photograph when I wasn’t looking so she might have done just that.

I was only out for a couple of hours before heading back home. Bill is at rehearsal tonight, I’m watching TV once again. I did spend some time this morning listening to my brother Frank’s podcast.

It sounded good. I hardly listen to the radio though. He’s the exception. I’m embedding his podcast below for you to hear for yourself.

Not much going on other than that. Just a rather dull day. Bright and sunny, but a bit cool. Maybe tonight I will sleep well. I would appreciate that. But that’s more up to Bill than me.

Should be a nice quiet time tonight here at home. Hope you have the same, even if you’re in Bala Cynwyd.

While passing through Algiers...

While passing through Algiers...


The photographer, the model and the stylist

The photographer, the model and the stylist


Me, taken by the photographer with my camera

Me, taken by the photographer with my camera


Me again, taken by the photographer with my camera

Me again, taken by the photographer with my camera


Eminence Front

First I neglected to write that the other night between watching The Soloist (yawn) and How I Met Your Mother I watched Panic Room which was just dumb. I did not mind the commercial interruptions. I forgot about watching that until I had my nightly phone call with Harpy.

Last night was OK, nothing much to report. Bill came home from his theater thing and we watched Tabatha’s Salon Takeover which I had recorded in the afternoon. It’s more than likely the only reality show that Bill and I watch.

No American Midol. no Project Runaway, no Top Shelf or America’s Next Big Modess for us. Tabatha is more than enough. In fact I just watched several episodes this afternoon and I am looking forward and hoping that Bill gets home in time to watch the latest episode at 10:00.

I’ve also been watching repeats of the Gilmore Girls at 11:00 in the morning. I used to love that show and still enjoy the banter between Lorelei and Rory and wish I could move to Stars Hollow. It would be interesting to see how Stars Hollow was affected by the economic climate.

Last night I slept well and deep. Crazy dreams once again, dreams that seem to go on for too long. I woke up growling. But in a good way. I felt OK and set about my morning. Been living too nostalgically lately, looking back at jobs that I’ve had, primarily the Wanker Banker gig.

I’m back to writing that since I was in touch with the guy who’s name was in the company and asked him if I could use him as a reference. He responded saying ‘of course’. Then he sent another email asking for my resume so that he could forward it to various colleagues in the New York area who might be in need of whatever it is that I do.

I took that as a hopeful sign.

So much so that I went to my Linked In account and connected with various other big wigs that I know or knew and asked them permission to use them as references. I know quite a few big wigs. I was also fishing, letting them know that I was unemployed in the hope that they’ll take pity on me and hire me.

It’s been a few hours at the fishing hole and no bites, but I did update my connections. Also sent out some more resumes. And did some math and willing to take a bigger pay cut than originally planned.

Unrelated to the job search, I heard from a friend, Cheryl Welch who while googling her son’s name, found my blog. She enjoyed it and said I was a good writer, suggesting that I should write for the local press, Hoboken Reporter or the Jersey Journal.

She also mentioned after reading about what I wrote regarding her wedding in 2005, soon after I started writing daily, that what I wrote was a nice thing that she needed to hear.

In 2005 she asked a friend what they thought about her wedding and they said, ‘what? It’s a wedding.’

It was quite a special event for me, on a dock next to a boat called the Frying Pan in the middle of a monsoon. And I enjoyed myself greatly.

It’s been a satisfactory day. Busy somewhat. Just got to hang in there. Looking forward to warmer weather since it’s been so cold out that I only leave the apartment once a day. There are galleries waiting to be visited and I need to recharge my batteries.

Cheryl was also kind enough to make a header for this blog, but I don’t know how to post it.

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