Wednesday feeling like Tuesday. I am a day behind myself this week but I don’t mind since I have such a nice ass. Didn’t do much last night. Watched a documentary on Neil Young called Heart of Gold. It was good, directed by Jonathan Demme. Just Neil and his band live at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, also known as the Grand Old Opry. It was mainly all songs from his last record, not the Living With War record, but the one where he sings about his mortality, or all of our mortality. Not exactly a party record but it was enjoyable nonetheless. I don’t know whether or not I got it for brother Frank last year for Xmas, so maybe if he reads this (and he’s known to read these from time to time) he will tell me so he won’t get an extra for his birthday.

Watched Law and Order after that, snore snore. Been there, spotted the corpse, figured out whodunit before the first commercial break. Then it was sleep. That went well. Woke up in a big empty bed, had to make my own damn coffee and pour my own damn cereal in my own damn bowl. Then I took a damned shower. I wore a suit today. It wasn’t too hot and there were big wigs coming in, so I had to make a good impression and I looked great as usual. Didn’t sweat too much, I paced my crosstown jaunt.

I got a call from the dreaded Crystal who didn’t log off my computer last night so I logged her off when I got to work. She called and asked when I was going to lunch so she could log in again and finish the work she should have done last night. So at 1:30 I logged off to take a whole hour for lunch, which I’m entitled to and haven’t done since I started working there. I ate before I left the office and decided to have a cigar and go to Dag Hammarskjöld Park by the United Nations building. I used to go there for lunch with Jet back in the eighties and get really jazzed up.

There was a Farmers Market going on and it was crowded and I decided to move to Park Avenue where I could smoke my cigar and look at various men parading up and down the avenue in some nice suits. Found a nice spot, somewhat shady, somewhat breezy. I saw James Brady, who is a writer or used to be. Now he does puff pieces in Parade magazine. Saw a guy that used to sell me cigars at Davidoff when I worked at Wanker Banker. He seemed happy to see me, but maybe it was a banana in his pocket or a LGC #7 cigar. And once again I saw Kelly the woman who waters plants in various buildings that I seem to be around.

Before I knew it, the hour was almost up and I had to make it back to the office. I don’t quite understand the latest footwear fashion for trendy young men, or metrosexuals. They wear shoes with an extra inch or two in front that make the toe curl up. It looks so stupid. I wear a size twelve shoe and extending it to fourteen would be ridiculous. Why would a size ten try to make it look like a size twelve? For an elvish look? Dumb dumb dumb. Then there is the other end of the spectrum with older guys all having buckles on their loafers. They all seem to. I don’t get it and I don’t want it. For now.

Cut and pasties (both are in the blogroll to your right, lazy asses)

from Rod 2.0
http://rodonline.typepad.com/rodonline/2007/09/uganda-ethics-m.html

from Joe.My.God
http://joemygod.blogspot.com/