Back to work day, Monday that is. Last night was mellow. Bill called a couple of times, totally stressed. His mother’s is not doing so well mentally and insists on fighting or arguing with Bill on most points. He’ll tell her that they’ll be doing such and such and then an hour or so later freaks out and asks him all over again about the same topic. Short term memory is shot. Bill was quite edgy, calling me from the park across the street from the nursing home where Bill’s father is, needing to get away from his mother if only for a few minutes. He’s sleeping over here tonight for the first time in about a week. He’s been sleeping on a fold out sofa bed which has that lovely bar, designed to crush your spinal cord, leaving you bent over the entire next day.

Had to go back to work today which wasn’t so bad if I look at it as something to do and get paid for doing it. My workload has increased since Carla the ex-receptionist changed her name to Emalee and decided to design head wear for Foot Locker. As long as she doesn’t have to wear a referee’s striped jersey, she’s fine with it. Most everyone was in the office today which was sort of like a homecoming. It was a crisp autumn day again but as afternoon came it was in the 70 degree range. A few errands to run including a swing past the door man with the mustache I envy.

Read a couple of blogs today, signed a few more petitions. Read on the Huffington Post that Barack Obama was going on a barn storming tour with Donnie McClurkin, fabled ex-gay, no friend of gay people, and Donnie goes down the road equating homosexuality to pedophilia. If it’s true and it seems to be, that would make the second democratic candidate that I’ve dropped so far.

First dropped was John Edwards who said he’s not for same sex marriage, so it was goodbye to John Edwards. Now, it’s Barack Obama. Are they driving me into the arms of Hillary Clinton. I saw her once on the street and said hi a few years ago and she wished me a Happy New Year since it was the first week of the year back then but that’s no reason to vote for someone is it?. I do have issues with her husband what’s his name.
Mr. Defense of Marriage Act. A big, hearty fuck you to him.

Chatted with Juan a bit today online. He’s trying to figure out a costume to wear while he camps it up with his boyfriend this weekend. The sailor outfit is out, due to the fact another couple that’s going to be there does the sailor look every year. He was leaning towards a sexy policeman. That got me thinking, even though I don’t plan on going to any parties or trick or treating, I bought a wrestling mask, like Mil Mascaras used to wear back in his professional wrestling days. Mil Mascaras means ‘a thousand masks in Spanish. Sometime when Mil would wrestler, his opponent would try to unmask Mil, only to find, another mask, underneath the original! My idea is to wear the wrestling mask with a suit and tie, preferably smoking a cigar. I think it would make a good image, very Love and Rockets.

Here’s some pics. Bon appetit!

Really getting into the job

I love his moustache. I plan on getting a closer picture someday.

The wrestling mask. M is for Mil Mascaras!

Here’s the linkage for that Huffington Post article:
cut n’paste please

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/earl-ofari-hutchinson/obama-should-repudiate-an_b_69244.html

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday, though I’m not in Pleasant Valley, I’m in Hoboken and if the weather is how it is in Hoboken, then Pleasant Valley must be mighty pleasant indeed. Last night I didn’t do much of anything except for some Jazz riffs in 4/20 time. A difficult time signature, quite manic possibly. I can’t even begin to think how many beats per minute (BPM) it would entail. So there was nothing complicated outside my mind, all internal. I was thinking about how if anyone was stuck, thinking of a present to get me, well they should get me the dvd of Hannah and Her Sisters.

I was surfing the channels at 9:00 and found that Hannah and Her Sisters was on one of the channels. I watched the whole thing from start to finish, loving it. It really is one of Woody Allen’s best, in the top five at least. I saw it initially in Boston with Steve Saporito when we traveled to meet the Fall when they were on tour for Bend Sinister. It was a cold February afternoon and we needed some shelter. The movie came out maybe a week before and both Steve and I liked Woody Allen a lot, so it was a good idea. Though at that time I was terribly hung up on Steve, thinking he was ‘the one’, I would’ve gone anywhere he suggested. Such a silly youth I was. Steve didn’t feel the same way and That’s life, that’s what people say.

So many good lines, great acting, and one of the last glimpses of Manhattan before it became gentrified. Mainly the scenes with Barbara Hershey in Soho. Now that whole area is all very upscale stores. Big money names. Definitely not as fun as it was then and that was at the tipping point. Hardly anyone went down there. I hardly went down there so each time I did actually go to SohoZat or Rocks in Your Head or art galleries it was exotic and urban and perhaps a hint of danger, just from deserted streets. The music is classic, Dianne Weist won a well deserved Oscar, and the first time I saw Hannah and Her Sisters, I got all misty at the end.

After that I watched the repeat of Saturday Night Live with Le Bron James and Kanye West. Le Bron James was still very funny. Good to see a top ranking professional athlete, intelligent enough to mock stereotypes and make fun of himself. I was also reading Pattie Boyd’s memoir, Something in the Way She Layla’s. No it’s actually called Wonderful Tonight. I went to the George Harrison/Beatles/Swinging London parts and dove right in. Wanted some light fare to read and that Pattie was the fairest of them all.

Chatted online with my niece Corinne last night. She told me that there was an impromptu birthday gathering for brother Frank and she was offering to pick me up in Hoboken to deliver me to Garfield. A grand idea indeed. I woke up this morning, ran a few errands, thought about making plans to see at least Roda’s part of the Artist Studio Tour. I called Roda who told me he wasn’t even sure if he was going to make it. His artwork was there, just that he might not be. That was cool. One less thing to hustle for.

I sat on the stoop, eventually getting a call from Elaine who was in the car with Corinne. In Garfield soon enough where we wound up waiting for Frank. Brother Brian and family weren’t able to make it so it was that much more low key. Frank arrived, looking good, almost back to his old self, getting a little fast with the wit, sometimes stumbling when thoughts and words collide but that happens to me to. A few jokes about strokes were made which really hammered home how much better he has gotten. He mentioned a magazine at the rehab unit called Stroke. I initially thought Gay Porn, Rob, Meghan’s husband thought Golf, when it was actually about strokes. Stuff like that.

A nice ravioli dinner with pistachio cake made by Elaine. After a few hours I had to head back to Hoboken and got a ride from Meghan and Rob in Rob’s new big ass jeep. All quite on the fly and it worked out quite nicely.

Look! Pics!

Lil’ Cory

Meghan and Rob

Spot the pocket book mouth

and once tickled…

and a little photo editing..voila!

Garfield ghost