Wednesday. That was yesterday. No entry last night, too tired and tuckered out. It was quite a long day as far as I can remember. It was a good day, though Carla the receptionist was out. She’s a college student at FIT and getting behind in her homework. She called up in the morning asking me if she could take the day off. I said yes because I’m such a good boss. I also told her I was coming in late on Thursday so she would have to be in early. I figured that Bjork would be keeping me out later than usual and decided to give myself the option of having an extra hour of sleep.

It not that busy an office so I would have to handle most things on my own, a trial by fire in some respect. No delegating for me, I had to do most things. I did send an email out to the ten other people in the office that Carla was not going to be in, with the intention that they would do things for themselves. It was interpreted as give everything to John. Luckily they didn’t give me too much and most things could’ve waited until Thursday when I can give them to Carla to do.

I communicated with Juan throughout the day so that we would figure out where to meet up. The original idea was for Juan to park in Hoboken and take the bus or the Path into Manhattan but after thinking about that, waiting for the bus or the Path can be painful after 10:00PM so I told him he could drive in and I’d contribute $20.00 for parking. He agreed though I was a bit nervous since Juan doesn’t really drive into the city that often as far as I knew.

I had gotten out of work around 5:15 and it was a beautiful evening. I had no plan to kill time so I wandered around, went into some stores, sat in a hotel lobby and read for a while. I had a feeling that Juan would be stuck in traffic since it was the rush hour. He didn’t quite believe me about the rush hour thing but found out soon enough as he called me from the helix into the Lincoln Tunnel. I was across the street from Radio City Music Hall when an offer to get jazzy came over the cellphone. I walked down 50th street from Sixth Avenue to Tenth Avenue, enjoying a Padron.

Juan showed up soon enough and I got in the car, helping to find a spot. We found one after a bit and walked towards Radio City with red eyes. I enjoy walking around the city with Juan. This area of Hell’s Kitchen, or actually Hell’s Kitchen itself is becoming very much the northern district of Chelsea. That means it’s getting gayer and gayer. Not that I have a problem with that. Juan and I discussed being outsiders in some aspects, and I told him about being an outsider amongst outsiders. It does have it’s advantages though. Namely, exposure to house music is greatly reduced.

We got to Radio City Music Hall for Bjork’s sold out show. The crowd was really mixed, lot’s of interesting people and also a very gay atmosphere with Juan and I getting cruised almost relentlessly as we stood by the wall deciding who was good looking or sexy. I couldn’t get two good seats together so Juan sat in the right orchestra section and I sat on the left side. I thought we’d be communicating throughout the show via cellphone and text messages, but the jazziness and the two beers we had before the show, plus the lack of a signal in Radio City put an end to that. I also felt really self conscious texting Juan.

Bjork was great, and it was a show unlike any other I had seen before. Not a conventional band which made sense since Bjork is not a conventional artist. She had a synth player or two, a percussionist another keyboard player (from Iceland) and ten women singing backup vocals as well as playing horns on arrangements once written for synthesizer, giving them a warmer tone that before. Bjork sang and ran around barefoot and screamed and it’s certainly a thrill to hear some of her trademark yelps done live. After the show we walked back to the car, strolling around gay Hell’s kitchen. A beautiful night, a great show and wonderful company.

more Bjork photos in the Pages:Photos section on the top right

also quite possibly, thanks to your calling your US Representative the Hate Crimes Bill has successfully passed through the House. The right wing christian nation front are really turning up the heat so now your support will be needed to contact your senators about your support for passing this bill. The fight is far from over. I just contributed to the Human Rights Campaign, if you can spare $5.00 you could contribute too.

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http://www.hrc.org/

Tuesday. All is well. A busy day, finding my groove at work. Last night came home and watched Heroes which was amazing. I think it’s official, I am hooked on the show. A few times I said, “Oh shit” out loud. That Sylar is really a bad bad man. Don’t like him at all. And all the powers he showed last night, set five years into the future, represent all the characters that he’s killed. Not good. Boo. After that it was watching the news and then off to bed. That wasn’t easy. For some reason I couldn’t fall asleep right away.

Of course, eventually I did fall asleep, waking up hours later. Almost over slept. Bill was taking the day off from work so he ably played the role of lump in the bed. I hustled myself into the shower, had some coffee, cereal and then it was out on the street waiting for the bus. Into the city, I walked down the street on a nice morning. Greg Stevens was due back from his Bermudan golf outing, hopefully drumming up business for the company. I spoke with a couple of the IT guys from Wanker Banker, tentatively making plans to meet up for lunch.

An envelope need to be delivered to Rockefeller Center so I took it over, walking around midtown, enjoying the day and ostensibly saving the company some money on a messenger. There’s been a lot going on and the chief financial officer is always thinking of saving money, while the chief executive officer wants to spend spend spend. Somehow I’m in the middle. The CEO wants me to get a Blackberry and I’m reluctant. I don’t want to be reached after hours, but if he wants to buy me one, who am I to say no? The CFO can say no though.

The day flew by once again and I hunkered down with various projects that I had to do. Couldn’t delegate these tasks since Carla the receptionist is still working on what I gave her yesterday. I kept thinking of what a good time I had with Bill last night. We haven’t done much together lately and that made it special. Even walking across town to the bus station was nice, it was a beautiful evening to just walk and talk. And if you know Bill, you know that he can talk and talk.

Today is also now known as Mission Accomplished day. That started 5 years ago when the fucking idiot in the White House landed on the air craft carrier stating “Major combat operations have ended. In the battle of Iraq, the United States and our allies have prevailed.” If it was an April Fools joke, the moron was a month too late. Now there are over 3000 soldiers dead, many more maimed and tens of thousands if not more Iraqi civilians are dead and more than that, injured. And the decider has decided to veto a motion to end the war by next year. The Iraqis don’t want us there, the citizens of the United States don’t want us there, but I’m sure big oil is licking it’s lips hoping to still get the vast deposits of oil located under the Iraq land.

I really hate these people.

Call your US Representative and tell them of your support for the Hate Crimes law that will finally protect LGBT people.
from HRC:

“Apparently legislators are being so heavily bombarded with calls
and emails from the radical right that some are getting very
nervous about voting for the bill. Knowing how close we are,
that’s not good.
We need to make sure our voice is stronger than the radical right’s.
EVEN IF YOU’VE ALREADY CALLED YOUR REPRESENTATIVE about
this bill, and even if they’ve said they’ll vote for it, we need
you to pick up the phone RIGHT NOW and remind them of your
support.”

Congressional Phone Directory
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http://clerk.house.gov/member_info/mcapdir.html