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Bloom in 10

34° on A Monday night in Hoboken. It’s been quite an out of the ordinary couple of days. It’s March 3. Friday night had Bill, Mike, and myself watching Ted Lasso. Mike seems enamored of the show as Bill and I had been in the past.

Bill did his last minute packing thing, running around the apartment before he went to sleep for an early departure Saturday morning. Mike soon fell asleep on the couch, I turned everything on low on my computer before turning in.

Bill gave me a goodbye kiss and I went back to sleep. I regret not walking to the door to see him off. I was up an hour after that, Mike was up already. Mike had expressed a desire to shoot some photos in Jersey City and I was game.

The day before we discussed it and he had packed a bag with his wardrobe and accoutrements so I wasn’t taken by surprise. And Saturday was a nice day, the temperatures reaching 60°. We took a Lyft to Jersey City since the baggage was too unwieldy to walk over, though we agreed we would walk back.

Between Mike and myself I have a better cameraphone and I wound up taking shots of Mike in different shirts, sneakers, and even a leather harness. He has his admirers online and I provided artistic direction while I took the photos.

It was fun working underneath an overpass that had some wonderful graffiti that Mike ably posed in front of, smoking a cigar that we shared. I wound up taking a couple of hundred photos, with maybe a dozen of myself smoking the shared cigar. It was a good time.

We walked home as it had started getting chilly and windy. The walk was enjoyable. Mike just takes it all in, the view and whatever it is that I was saying, my personal history of Hoboken. He never says anything.

It was like that in December when Bill, Mike, and I went to see the Rockefeller Xmas tree. Bill giving his spiel about midtown Manhattan, me interjecting and Mike just listening to our history lesson.

So it was more of the same on Saturday with just me spilling my guts about Hoboken, how it was, and how it is now. I made pasta for the both of us and we finished watching Ted Lasso. Mike works on Sundays so he was off to bed and I too was off to sleep soon after.

Bill wasn’t around so I had Mike sleep in the bed instead of the couch. Mike was up early and off to work. On Sundays, I just stay in bed until it’s time to watch Jane Pauley and Sunday Morning on TV. It was a lonely day and I am just no good on my own.

Bill was on the road and mostly unavailable, Mike was at work and sort of unavailable. I wandered off to the supermarket to get various items. Mike was coming over again, the plan was to have him sleep over so I wouldn’t be alone. Bill agrees that this is a good idea.

We watched the Oscars on TV and texted with Bill back and forth. It was enjoyable, Mike was disappointed that Wicked didn’t win much. I was disappointed that A Complete Unknown, the Bob Dylan movie got nothing. Bill has a copy of the evening’s winner, Anora which we will watch on his return.

Today was not such a good day. Bill was fine being where he was, Mike was at work, and I was home climbing the walls. There was a drastic mistake of chatting with Mike online before I had enough coffee and it went south soon after. Nothing bad was said but nothing bad was said with me being argumentative and Mike being somewhat accusatory.

Then it turned into Mike saying he was just going to go home, the hanging out here in Hoboken had run its course. I was a bit hurt by that and told him his bags were packed and he could call a Lyft home. The phone call ended badly obviously.

I talked to Bill about it and he suggested seeing Mike and talking about it face-to-face. Mike brought it up earlier and I said no, but after Bill’s idea, I changed my mind and met Mike after work.

We met and it was good. He had a bona fide problem with his work situation so we discussed that. It went well and seemed like a remedy to our conversing on the phone earlier. We came back home and ate some Mexican food, and just talked.

I did my best with advice, knowing that I couldn’t really say much but be supportive. He needs a new job so I will help him with that as I myself look for work. I’ve set him up in the bed again, we cuddled, which he desperately needed. He soon drifted off to sleep as the Brian Eno Bloom 10 app played its notes. I am two rooms away writing on the computer as he sleeps.

Where is the box?

Last week, when Bill and I went to see the Luther Vandross documentary we were chatting before it started. I don’t remember the exact conversation but it involved zombies eating brains. I said something quite witty and quick and I was astounded at how I didn’t even think about what I was saying but it was funny and apt. It happens from time to time, my mind reacting to a conversation in a humorous way.

I mentioned to Bill that we should do a podcast. With my employment status and the election, it feels like a dream I can’t wake up from and I am thinking of ways that I can take my meager talents and perhaps make a living from them.

A podcast seemed like a thing that might work, though we don’t have the expertise to get the mechanicals together to do such a thing. I do have an old friend who knows of these things and eventually sent a text about producing and directing a podcast.

I mentioned it being like the Mike Douglas Show from the 1970s but that was just a fleeting reference since the concept seems so much larger than that. It’s been about a week and I had hoped this friend’s eyes rolled back into place rather than the eye action that accompanies when hearing of ‘yet another harebrained scheme by John’.

The idea is still there and I have all these entries from this here blog that could be referenced and spoken of for broadcast. Bill came up with a very good idea of 5 actors that we love and or hate and why we feel that way about them. I suppose we can just do it ourselves without said friend.

I see so many others doing these things so why not jump on the bandwagon? Perhaps it would be better if we just do it ourselves. It might take longer but we would have no one to rely on but ourselves and if nothing comes of it, at least we tried.

I was thinking also of how another old friend, Steve Fallon told me years ago that I was born 10 years too late. I didn’t think much about it, it did seem to make some kind of sense. I mentioned it to the previously mentioned old friend who expressed some sort of disdain, saying it was a rotten thing to say. I didn’t get that at all, but perhaps old friend one was indignant on my behalf.

I was texting Daisy today, she was offering her belief that her god will do right bby me, all I had to do was believe and be positive. I told her it was difficult to maintain positivity when faced with so much negativity.

I had to tell her that no one wants to hire a 62 year old man, which is the main reason why I am thinking of podcasting or writing or selling prints of photos that have taken for years that friends and family remarked at how good they were. I have to think out of the box it seems.

It’s taken me long enough to think so, but I have to find the box first.