It’s Thursday, just got home from work. It’s been a productive week work wise. Today it was raining a lot, enough to actually use an umbrella. Yesterday, not so bad, just carried the umbrella around. The play Bill has been working on opens tonight, I think it closes on Saturday. More of a showcase I guess. I’m going tomorrow night. Bill mentioned that the play might be construed as white bashing which should be interesting for me as well as for Bill. If anything it should give me something to write about. A review perhaps, a view from on the aisle.

This morning I got dressed, it was cool enough to wear a suit. I decided to wear a suit I hadn’t worn for a while, and also found a pair of shoes that lurked in the corner of the closet, a little dusty. I cleaned them off after getting dressed and headed out the door. It was when I was walking, I couldn’t help but notice that my feet felt wet. And it was a bit drafty between my legs. I got to my desk, no one else in the office and found a tear in my trousers right in the seat, and the lining of my left sleeve was a bit shoddy.

I looked at my shoes and they seemed fine initially, then upon closer inspection, there was a tiny slit on the side, barely noticeable but enough to let some water in. I do have a few pairs of shoes so that’s no big deal. The suit surprised me though, but it is over six years old. It’s also the suit I wore on 9/11. I suppose it’s time has come and gone. It’s also shiny in some spots, having been cleaned a few too many times. I am trying to clear out some closet space, and getting rid of some suits that are past their prime. This suit just needs some mending, which I am not good at so the tailor should be seeing some action this weekend. I could use the suit as a costume I’m sure. Maybe even with the Mil Mascaras mask I got today. It’s a little small for my large head so lacing up the back of the mask doesn’t seem to be much of an option. Don’t worry, pictures will eventually be taken so you can see what it looks like.

Just watched the news, some 41 year old asshole in Connecticut is in jail for beating his stepson with a 2 x 4 for taking too long on his homework. Dad went to bar afterwards in Norwalk, mom took son to hospital. Mom said dad is really sorry. Sorry he got caught I bet. In my downtime I read a couple of blogs, namely Keith Boykin, about the Obama/McClurkin fiasco. Obama is still doing the three day tour of South Carolina with various gospel singers, a few and not just McClurkin have been known to espouse views from the stage condemning homosexuality. This is going to cost Obama the nomination due to his loss of support from the LGBT people.

Reading about the hatred that people have for homosexuals, through Keith Boykin’s blog I was reminded of what happened to Ronnie Paris: January, 2005, three year old Ronnie Antonio Paris died of injuries after being beaten by his father, Ronnie Paris, Jr. Ronnie’s father, Ronnie Paris, Jr., was convicted of second degree murder. News reports give us the impression Ronnie Antonio Paris’ father was trying to make Ronnie Antonio tough and to teach him to fight, because he did not want Ronnie Antonio to grow up to be gay.

The brain trauma Ronnie Antonio received when he was being taught to fight appears to have been too much for his body. News articles indicate he stopped eating, wet himself and went into a coma. He died six days later.

Yes, beat your children if they do badly in school…and kill them if you think they’re going to turn out gay, especially if they’re only 3 years old. It must be in the bible somewhere that it’s ok.

The Iceman waiteth (bags of ice to his right)

Coffee time

Midtown Art Gallery (where the chocolate Jesus was hung during easter week)

Dependable glass or bendable ass?

Newsstand snacks

Power huddle

A rainy Wednesday. Bill came home again last night, in a better mood and in better spirits. Of course he came in as I was fading fast, and I wound up going to bed before him. He was surprised but I knew I had a busy day today. He left this morning, around 5:30, kissing me good bye, leaving me to get up about a half hour later to overcast skies, about to rain. He made coffee again which was very nice. The act of making coffee and the coffee itself that is. Then it was out the door for me.

No pink skies this morning, all was gray. Read the New Yorker on the bus, still a week behind. Wandered through midtown, through Grand Central Station, decided to try a new program on the camera, enabling me to take 10 shots in sequence. Of course when the photographer is moving and the subjects are moving things tend to get blurry but following the philosophy of Andy Warhol, ‘there’s no such thing as a bad picture’ I was able to get through. I deleted most of the blurry pictures, and left what I considered to be the best of the set. You decide if you dare, all four of you.

Today was the day of a showcase for Canon copiers. I like their cameras obviously. My office has a leased Canon copier and the lease is up in March 2008. Our distributer wanted to meet me and she invited me to the Hotel Pennsylvania to see the latest models. An excuse to get out of the office? With a free lunch? I am so there, so there! It was scheduled from 11:00-3:00 and I actually expected being there for that amount of time but after about 45 minutes I was done. The saleswoman made her pitch and let me eat a sandwich in peace as I gazed, glazed at a copier catalog.

I wandered around the hotel for a bit trying to figure out my next move. I knew Carla Emalee was in the area and texted her. She was having lunch and she soon came over and we chatted as I walked her back to her office. We caught up on things, she’s doing well and looked good, and she seems happy. Now we just have to find her a boyfriend. I walked across town on 34th street, window shopping, then crossed to Third Avenue, where an elderly woman told me I was almost hit by some guy swinging an umbrella and that if that happened she would have hit said guy with umbrella with her cane.

The afternoon flew by, Vivek and I had a one on one about his expenses which between the two of us we were able to figure out what was and wasn’t done. That means it should all be cleared up by the end of the week, which is actually two days from now. Not a problem says I. After work, it was still threatening to rain, I hadn’t opened my umbrella all day. I fired up my Padron 5000. Had a Padron 7000 yesterday and it was really good. Got to keep an eye out for those since no one really has them in stock.

As I was walking past one of the entrances to Grand Central Station, an elderly gent walking with a cane stumbled right in front of me. A guy walking alongside me caught him mostly, I grabbed one of his arms. We sat him down and asked if he was ok. He said in broken English that he had Parkinson’s disease. I asked him if he was on medication, or needed water, he said no, he needed to get to the post office. I offered him my arm so he could lean on me for support as we headed to the post office. He asked my name and I told him. His name was Hugo.

His leg freezes up which is what caused him to stumble. He would take a few tiny steps then spurt forth, but he wasn’t doing that well. I kept telling him to take his time. I wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere, just enjoying my cigar. I got him to the post office, most of the people got out of our way, probably muttering under their breath. As Hugo was headed inside he told me he’d pray for me. I told him to save the prayer and to pray for himself instead. I watched him as he struggled up the ramp, and seeing him through the doors I turned and headed towards the bus terminal.

Who ordered a rainy Wednesday?

Here’s some pics.

Grand Central ghosts

sort of looks like John McCain gone to seed

Playing with the flash