Slept very well last night, sticking to a schedule. Wednesday, July 9th 8:24 a.m.. I had a dream last night about an old friend that I haven’t really seen in a while. His wife passed away a couple of weeks ago, and in the dream of hanging out with him and wanting to ask how he was doing and how his children were, but I didn’t want to upset him so I did not bring it up.

Mike is still in Jeff Bezos’ land, and as much as I tried to help him, I am running out of ideas to assist him. It’s not easy. And he can get quite curt on the phone. Jeff Bezos is stringing him along, and Mike mentioned that he was going to just start filling out applications and applying to other jobs, as if Jeff Bezos did not make him an offer. I mentioned, as he was saying that, that he should have been doing that the whole time, and he got irate.

So the phone is on do not disturb until 4:20 p.m. today, and I won’t be hearing anything from him until then.

89° which feels like 95° I am in my spot some twat with a the electric bicycle that’s taken my usual spot. That’s why they’re a twat. I’m not a fan of electric bikes and I saw this twat earlier with all of his gear. Looked like he was moving in but now he just has the shell of his electronic bike like all twats do.

For me, work has been good today. I’ve been busy getting stuff done. I had two interruptions by Mike, who was instructed by Bill not to call me at work, but those instructions or suggestions have fallen by the wayside.

I will more than likely be home alone once again tonight, and I am more than fine with that. This whole “John cannot be left alone” thinking is not doing anyone any good. Most of all, me. I am enjoying my time alone. I’m enjoying doing whatever it is I want to do alone, though. If Bill were around, that would be sweet, and I’d still be doing whatever it is I want to do alone with Bill in the presence.

The dictation goes on. Last night, I had it rewritten by Gemini AI in the manner of William S Burroughs. I thought it came out nicely, so much so that I might just continue to write for this here blog and then have it rewritten by Gemini AI in the manner of William S Burroughs. Would that be cheating, though?

Tonight I shall finish the tuna salad that I made the other day. It is July 9th, and it is very hot but it is July 9th, and this is how it should be, though it’s been cooler in previous years. Each year seems to break the previous year’s record of record heat.

Because rain was in the forecast this morning. All the windows are closed in the apartment, which means it’s going to be very, very hot when I get home, which is fine. There has been a run on Mike’s Bank.
My pet peeve of gay men who smoke Asylum cigars. I remarked to Mike last night that those men who smoke Asylum cigars, specifically, Mike, who smokes Asylum cigars, don’t smoke them because the tobacco is good or the construction is good, but because the cigars are so large. That is the reason they smoke it. They’re crap.

Bill and I both agree on that point. They smell rotten because they are rotten. It’s true, I have reached out and offered to smoke with Mike, an Asylum cigar, but that offer is generally rebuffed, which is fine by me.

It is too hot right now and I’m going back inside.

Do I think too much? Do I not think enough? It’s the endless question that pops up time and again. It is July 8th 2025. The temperature is about 93° and it probably feels like 99.99 °.
I’ve been busy and the time has been flying by or not. Flying but gliding by that seems more like it.

I slept well and I woke up well and I got to the apartment well and I brought the pasta and pesto and chicken that I made on Friday to work today. I added the pesto sauce last night since I had it on the side in case Mike wanted it but he did not want it.

So it stayed until today and last night talking to Mike on the phone I was reminded of it and so I made the pesto sauce last night. Put it on the pesto and put it on the pasta and the chicken. Put it back in the fridge and just finished it about an hour ago and it was as good. Oh no! It wasn’t as good as it was the other day but it was good nonetheless

Bill is in New England. Mike is at his crib. Everything I do is to keep it off the lid. I don’t know what that means. It was an attempt at rap I suppose or an attempt at rhyming. Not too much can be expected today as it is quite hot out.

I know I have a bottle of ice water next to me today. I’m not sure whether or not that will be enough. I really should make an effort to be ambivalent to Marcus when he comes in in the morning.

It wasn’t so bad today. He saw the book I got on by John Savage and went to pick it up and saw that that it was an LGBT book. He sort of dropped it like a hot potato and I said too many big words in it and he said well I have an IQ and I interrupted to say “look out everybody. He’s going to talk about his IQ”.

Most people with high IQs don’t talk about their high IQs. As far as I know. I tested myself a while back and I did have a relatively high IQ. Although I don’t know the validity of the test. Perhaps I should take it again some other time but just not right now.

It is a scorcher today and the office is nicely air-conditioned. I don’t think it was this bad back in the day in the ’80s when I would wander around Manhattan on summer days. Where did I have the time? I’m sure I was working but where?

In any event, I enjoyed myself down in SoHo which was on the cusp of being turned into a shopping mall. I specifically think of meeting up with Rand going to Sohozat and listening to the TomTom Club’s second record on my Walkman in the hot sun and I was more than likely dressed in black so that was my thing back then.

Last night I watched a documentary about Merce Cunningham, which featured John Cage. It makes sense since they were partnered for years, and Cage’s music fit perfectly with Cunningham’s choreography. I read John Cage’s book, ‘Silence’ and it changed my life somewhat. It opened a door to John Cage’s philosophy, which affects and influences me 40 years later.

5 minutes to Hoboken