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I'm 50+ years old, 210-ish#, 6'2", reddish blonde, blue eyes with glasses (and without) masculine, funny, relatively intelligent, enjoy the company of assorted friends and family especially sordid friends and family. I love music, reading, writing, conversing, laughing, going to films, shows, concerts and smoking cigars. And I also enjoy looking nice in a suit and tie. Looking more like Lewis Lapham than Tom Wolfe. I'm sure there is more, but we'll just have to find out when I write about it. In a lifetime relationship with partner Bill Vila.

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♫ It’s a Saturday, and I slept until 8:30 and it felt really good yeah yeah yeah.♪. Didn’t do much of anything last night, watched TV, read Mojo which for me personally was sub par. I tried to get into it, but I didn’t really want to read about the British perspective of Staten Island’s Wu Tang Clan. Not that I don’t like them, but Jeezy Creezy I know most of the story already and what I didn’t know, I didn’t care to know. Just a bum issue I guess.

I did find out that Nick Lowe’s Jesus Of Cool has been reissued for it’s 30th anniversary which is cool and worth getting. Here in the States it was called Pure Pop for Now People. So I’m going to get a copy for myself online, and probably burn a copy for my brother Brian. We both liked Nick Lowe & Dave Edmunds back in the day, and last September when I saw Nick Lowe solo I made a point to direct Brian to the YouTube clips I had posted under the vid de plume of johnotoole99.

I watched Monk last night, the detective with OCD, not the jazz pianist. It was the season finale, and even though I watch the show from time to time, I was able to figure out the cliffhanger. Monk was not shot, the gun had blanks, and he’s swimming off to fake his death to finally nab Scott Glenn, the corrupt sheriff. Or not. I was pretty much sure of that last night, but with time, my certainty fades. Also watched Bill Maher which I tend to enjoy more with someone else here on the couch rather than alone. Strange, that. I figured midnight was as good a time as any to finally fall asleep and that’s what I did.

Just knowing I have Monday off was like a vacation and waking up wasn’t so bad. I had things to do, laundry, dry cleaning, shopping for slippers, and some new pots and potting soil for an attempt to rescue a plant that I brought with me from Weehawken 6 years ago. It was originally William’s plant and it almost took over the kitchen. It’s a hearty elephant eared plant, but lately all the leaves fell off my plant. I thought maybe the problem was the soil and the size of the pot so that was my chore for the day. I wouldn’t really know if it was the right thing to do for a few days, much like surgery I guess. I do hope it works because I do like this plant, even though I think it may be from another planet.

Yesterday when I spoke with brother Frank on the phone, he was telling me about a PBS show with Henry Louis Gates called American Lives 2, about tracing roots and genetics for various prominent African Americans. It was very good and Frank was on the money about the show. I don’t think a lot of white people realize how fucked the black people have been in this country, they just expect them to get over 400 years of oppression, from slavery to today, all the time being told that they were worthless, less than human, and when that is systematically enforced both physically and mentally everyday of your life, just getting over it clearly isn’t an option. About 40 years ago there were struggles to eat at the same lunch counter. Such institutional bullshit, still exists today.

I looked into taking some meditation classes in Hoboken. Going to look into it at least. That should be interesting. I’m just in it for the mantra.

Sleep Comes Down

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Hanging out at home on a cold Friday afternoon. Watching the news, looking at the sky. Saw a very fast jet fly by. From the trail of smoke it looked like it took off straight up, like a missile. I noticed while playing the bass, the way the trail looked. It was really going fast and by the time I got the binoculars to see what exactly it was it I had to run from the living room to the bedroom to catch it before it went behind the clouds. I could tell you what type of plane it was but it was big, as big as a B-52 bomber perhaps. Most peculiar.

Bill came home last night for the first time in weeks. It was nice to have him around, didn’t drive me too crazy. I took him seriously at one point, thought we were having an intelligent conversation. We weren’t. My frustration made him happy. It’s the little things you do together, that make it all worthwhile. Watched Lost last night which was very good. That Sayid is very handsome. Woof indeed. A few twists of course. Too much to write about here, you can always catch it online if you’re so inclined.

Bill went to bed about an hour before I did and it was nice to get in the bed when it’s nice and warm. Unfortunately, Bill has been sleeping on a couch so since this has been the first bed he’s been in in weeks, he was all splayed out, arms and legs akimbo. Warmed up the whole bed, but he was generally immovable. Somehow I found a space on the bed for myself, though according to Bill, at 3:30 I hit him on the head. Oh that unconscious resentment, not necessarily aimed at Bill, since I was dreaming so it could have been anyone I was lashing out at, and I couldn’t really tell you anyway. Bill was up and out like old times and left me with a good bye kiss as I slept.

Got to the office on time, finished up whatever it was that I had to do. Was actually very busy. At one point Vivek came up to me to discuss the Christmas bonus, suggesting that I talk to Greg Stevens about it. I told him that Greg and I discuss the matter and I thanked him for my still unseen bonus. I seem to have a boner for the bonus. It’s all about the pursuit I suppose. Spoke to brother Frank who was telling me about Keith Olbermann last night.

It was good to talk to him this afternoon, he was coherent. I think it’s all in the timing, catching Frank when his ability to communicate is strongest, which would be the afternoon rather than the evening. I have the new Mojo and Uncut magazines and I am finished with the last issue of the New Yorker so I’m caught up. Almost finished with The World Without Us as well, but have plenty of other books to finish, or start. That’s it all for now. Hasta luego!