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Run Through the Jungle

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Well it’s officially over, the holiday season. Everyone went back to work today, most everyone went back to school. I’ve decided to adapt to whatever is put before me. I plan on running a tight ship this year, tighter than last year. Hopefully the powers that be will see that. I’m not planning on leaving. It’s a good gig. No more fooling around, nothing but focus focus focus! That’s my mantra this year. The other night at the party while Martha was regaling us with tales of Hollywood, I mentioned the fact that I write a blog.

I didn’t give any info, just that Martha was one of the people back in the day who encouraged me to write. I told her if she needed 750 words the next day I would be able to deliver it. It’s true, I can easily knock off 750 words should the need arise. Picture it, a theater, something goes wrong on stage and the cry goes out, ‘Is there a blogger in the house?’ I leap to the stage, size up the situation, grab someone’s laptop and dash off a pithy monologue which might go a little like what you have just written. Only pithier.

I remembered after the fact that Martha was looking for someone to finance her latest projects, and that I used to work with someone at Wanker Banker who had a background in film and was looking for projects. So I got in touch with Chaz and he gave me Martha’s number and I left a voicemail about what and who I knew, also sent an email to Diane from Wanker Banker about that sort of thing. Who knows? Perhaps anything could happen or nothing could happen. I did my bit however small. Woke up this morning to the news of a bar on fire in Hoboken.

What used to be Fabians, a nice dive bar turned into McSwiggan’s, not a dive bar burned down during the night, not only knocking out the bar but the apartments above it. That’s too bad. The people lost most everything. Not a good way to start the year. It burned for hours. I had gone there a few times when it was Fabians. It was also the spot in 1990 when I had a birthday party with Denise Foster and Allison Lee. We were all born on September 12.

Many drinks were consumed and I drank most everything in front of me to the dismay of Jim Mastro who in my drunken fog came through and warned me about mixing drinks. That was about all I remembered. I was going out with Gus MacKenzie at the time. He turned up late and months later turned into a real jerk. But enough about him. It is a terrible thing that all of those people lost their apartments.

Work was ok today. I trained the new receptionist and rather than inundating Linda with all the tasks expected of her, I decided to give her a little bit each day. I’m a lousy teacher I think. I didn’t have too many good teachers so I’m winging it. She wasn’t in tears when I left so I guess her first day went well. That’s about it from this end. Hopefully things are ok on your side of the computer screen. Peace out/in!

Oh, at 5:14 this afternoon it was 57 degrees. It’s January.

Here’s Phillip Glass for Sesame Street

Plastic Man

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Well today certainly is/was/has been lazy. Yesterday at least I had laundry to do, today not really. In fact one high point of the day was cleaning up a broken pint glass. I had one pint of Guinness last night and washed the glass, but this morning as I was getting something from the dish rack the glass fell shattering in so many invisible pieces. Of course I wasn’t wearing any footwear, no slippers, no sneakers. And I know only a handful, or less than a handful have been to this apartment. There are white ceramic tiles throughout the apartment. Other apartments in the building have hardwood floors, my apartment was the one where the landlord decided to try an experiment with tiling the floors.

Because of that, anything that might break if it hits the floor, will break when that happens. At least having a wood floor, you might get some bounce. Too bad the only way to drink Guinness is from a pint glass. Most everything that we use to eat or drink from is unbreakable. Plastic tumblers and unbreakable Corning Ware plates. I would like to think I got all the shards of glass, but you never know. I’ve swept quite a bit, but transparent objects on a white background don’t seem to appear to the naked eye. The naked foot perhaps.

Last night Bill was at his parent’s apartment clearing out a room for the home health care attendant. Apparently it’s a room full of crap that needs to be thrown out. He was going through some boxes and what her found was mainly years old junk mail. So he’s been going through it and shredding wherever his father’s name shows up. It’s been a very emotional week for Bill, fraught with tears. He’s been spending most nights here, trying to avoid going back to the apartment, and facing the inevitable. With Medicare taking Bill’s father in account, sooner or later Bill’s old bedroom would have to be cleaned out, from being a storage room to being a bedroom again. There’s also the situation of if this person, the home health care aide, will they be able to deal with Bill’s mother? Will Bill’s mother be able to deal with the aide? If it doesn’t work out with one, would another aide be sent in their place? These are questions that will be revealed next week.

Tonight is Chaz’ Holiday Party. He used to throw it with Kathe his estranged wife, but there was no party last year and I guess enough people mentioned how they missed the parties, so he’s doing it solo this year. I don’t think Kathe is going to be there. She does subscribe to this blog, maybe she knows about it since I think I mentioned it the other day. It would be nice to see here since I haven’t seen her in a while. I expect other faces from the past should be there as well. My former room mate William will be there as well as this woman Marianne who used to come onto me quite hard. She’s nice but given the chance would monopolize my time throughout the party. Chaz said the soirée starts around 7:00 and 8:00 sounds like a good time to arrive. Still have to figure out how to get there. A cab perhaps, or maybe a walk. If I’m going to take a cab, maybe I’ll split one with Rand and Lisa. Rand mentioned that they were going the other day, so maybe I should give them a call.

Just called, they made other plans, so if it’s cabbage, it’s a solo cab ride. Not going to be a late night anyhow since tomorrow I’m helping Bill with the spare room clear out.