Monthly Archives: September 2007

I Found Out

Middle of the week. The humpiest of days. Feeling pretty good though now I’m fired up. Had an online chat with Juan about the MoveOn.org advertisement regarding General Petraeus. He thinks MoveOn went to far, and basically I think they did just fine. The facts were all there in the text, but people couldn’t get past the headline. Too many confounding words? The ad didn’t bother me one bit and my belief was reinforced when I read the text. It’s all there, MoveOn poking holes in the administrations lies, but people don’t want to see it. This general, put in front of Congress by the administration gets slammed and everyone is up in arms. It’s bullshit. It’s a distraction, soldiers are still being maimed and killed and my congressman Albio Sires voted to condemn the advertisement. Bush, Cheney, Powell lie to the country, lie to the world and there is no condemnation. One advertisement and it’s boo hoo. The left are so mean! Ann Coulter can say whatever she wants and she gets a pass. 3.2 million members of MoveOn do something and fucking democrats get into bed with republicans condemning the advertisement. Juan had a point of the left stooping to the level of the right, but after years of being pushed around by the right and their lies, I think it was the correct thing to do. If I’m like this now, how will I be a year from now? And not for nothing, the chimp in charge has set this whole situation up so that the democrats will have to reinstate a draft for this fiasco. I really hope I’m wrong

Work was ok. Some running around. Had to get my nephew Earl a birthday card and an iTunes gift card. He’s a great kid and deserves a lot, though I don’t live with him and couldn’t tell you if Annemarie and Rex would agree. I do remember when I was 17. I learned the truth at 17, that love was meant for beauty queens. Difficult times for all concerned but not constantly difficult. Life is still pretty sweet when you’re 17 and a beauty queen, but not if you’re merely a queen, trust me. At least it wasn’t in 1979.

Took a walk around again at lunch time and once again took a lot of pics. You think there were a lot yesterday, well I didn’t post them all. Also posted a few times at the Daily News website and almost got flamed by tedirene. It was all about Bill O’Reilly. I actually sort of defended him by stating his comments sounded like someone who’s only contact with black people and contact is through television and that there were a lot of people like that. I was one of the many I admit. Black people weren’t demons per se, but regarded as inferior when I was growing up. Racist neighbors, occasional use of the dreaded N word around the house, along with faggot and queer. My first ‘real’ contact with black people was when I was working at HBJ and eventually became great friends with Jet who was black. So basically I was ignorant. I even asked Jet a few ignorant questions about black people who had no answer and educated me on how ignorant I could be. At least I asked, looked like an idiot doing so, but I found out.

That’s about it. Daily Show from last night is on now, and the first 8 minutes are brilliant. Eff that, the whole show is BRILLIANT.

Here’s some pics, so shaddup.
No more Taj Mahal, now it’s DeliverNow
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This cutie knew I was taking his picture
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This one didn’t
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Outside the Waldorf Astoria where Bush was staying
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“OMG! I almost wore the same thing!”
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“OMG! I almost wore the same thing!”
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These guys were HOT. Woof!
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He was handsome
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John Ozed almost wore the same thing
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Black Panthers!
OMG! We DID wear the same thing!
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Cigar Smoker (secret handshake with accompanying cough not pictured)
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Thinking about what to wear tomorrow
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“So, what are you going to wear tomorrow?”
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I think I should be a male fashion photographer. Whaddaya say?

Gates of Steel

Tuesday again. Blah blah blah. Spent the night solo again, no Ciara in the house. Who is Ciara? You got me. Just a name snapped out of the ether I suppose. I watched The new show, Chuck, last night and I liked it somewhat. Good premise, would have been better if the guy was totally clueless though, instead of a glimpse of Chuck being on the edge of finding things out. I guess they will stretch that out for the rest of the season. Most of the scenes from the commercials for Chuck were on the first episode so perhaps they have their work cut out for them.

Heroes came on after that and that was pretty good. The episode takes place four months later after the season finale which makes sense since it was basically four months ago. The show was briefly interrupted by Harpy playing the role of angry drunk. That was cute for about a minute, but I wanted to watch the show. Harpy has a blog. Maybe he should write his rants there. Harpy is usually a happy drunk and seemed annoyed that I wanted to watch Heroes rather than listen to his slurring. But I still loves me my Harpy. Plus he’s a dynamite editor and Heroes was pretty good. Hayden Panettiere is going to be a big star I bet, Milo Ventimiglia has gotten hotter even though he was only in the last five minutes and the mind reading cop is still cute.

After that it was an easy slide into Weeds which was of course great. I love all the characters on the show and I think Mary Kate Olsen is doing a pretty good job as the pothead saving her vaginal virginity for the man she will marry someday. Like lot’s of girls, oral sex doesn’t count as sex. As long as the hymen is intact all is good and she can still wear white on her wedding day. Interesting sexual tension between Nancy, played by the excellent Mary Louise Parker and the Latino gang banger who wanted his heroin back. He was nasty hot.

Then it was Californication with David Duchovny. I like the show more with each episode, good stories mainly, though the subplot with the bald guy and his secretary and his wife was a bit thin. With Duchovny I can take him or leave him. He does work well with strong women though. Hey keep playing the line from the first episode where he’s dreaming about being in a church with a black Jesus on the cross, where he goes, ‘High Five’ to the crucifix. Tacky and forced it was.

After that it was the dreadful mundane news, and since Otis Livingstone was not giving out the sports report I went to bed. Slept well, woke up and went to work. The bus was running late and that made me a bit late. Still I was the first one in the office. I did walk past the hotels where the diplomats and heads of state were staying and surreptitiously took some pics of them. The guards weren’t as big and beefy as yesterday but still a few of them looked good in their suits and ties and wires going into their ears.

Work was ok, still getting busy which is fine by me. Had to book a flight, hang some photographs and other sundry tasks that I juggle most every day. Had a salad for lunch and then walked around midtown taking pictures of protesters, police and various groups around Turtle Bay. When I came back, Carla the receptionist cornered me and handed me her letter of resignation. She got a job at Foot Locker. Not the store, but the corporate offices. Carla graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology and wanted a job with a clothing manufacturer and Foot Locker made an offer. I doubt it will be like working where she is now, with me but it’s her life, her choice and I wish her the very best. Now I have to find a replacement by October 10. If you know someone, contact me pronto!

Got my Arcade Fire/LCD Soundsystem/Blonde Redhead/Les Savy Fav tickets for October 6 at Randal Island and while I spoke to brother Frank on the phone today, it seemed like he might be up for the show which would be cool.
The chimp in charge’s motorcade sped past my building. Ronald Reagan drove by my parents house in the early eighties, which makes me think these idiot commanders in chief are practicing a drive by on me.

And now quite a few pics.

Insecurity details
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Outside where Bush is staying
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where Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is staying
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Falun Gong
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Police Line Do Not Cro
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The motorcade sped on
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Hardcore Security
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Dapper Gent
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The return of the Taj Mahal in Bryant Park
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Work it, Girls!
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Chicks on the loose
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Guys smoking cigars
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Blurry cutie
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Stage Door
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Garage Door
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The End
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