It’s Thursday and man it’s been a weird day. Not for everyone, not for work but for me on quite a personal level. But first, last night. Nothing happened last night, got sucked into the war again, this time catching the first episode which was brutal, Pearl Harbor, the blitzkrieg on Poland, the rise of fascism, Guadalcanal, the internment of Japanese Americans, the maintaining of segregation of the armed forces. The last one made me think, that if the troops worked side by side of all colors in the second world war, I think integration would have happened a lot faster, and racism and prejudice might have been reduced greatly. Not eliminated because some people will never learn, but it would have opened some eyes and probably would have gotten people to visit Sylvia’s up in Harlem and find out that black people can eat at restaurants, even run restaurants in a civil manner. The world had changed after World War 2 but it could have changed that much more if only people rocked the boat a little. These guys were in the army, trained not to question authority, so if some Colonel or Major or whatever said, “You, Bunker! You’re partnered with Jefferson!” and despite some initial grumbling, Norman Lear would have to think of a new concept for a sitcom 30 years later.

Last week I mentioned that I was on the reader’s comments in the New York Daily News and I almost got flamed by a trangendered person by the name of tedirene. Someone is lacking in imagination with a name like that I thought but then again all the hormone treatments probably doesn’t help one think properly, when the biggest decision is a tiny matter between one’s legs. Well kudos to tedirene, who posted to me on the Daily News board, addressed to me.
johnozed: On a hunch visited https://johnozed.com/. Everything is clear to me now. Have a nice weekend sugar-britches.

Sugar britches, what an adorable name. I’m sure he meant it as a put down, but it seemed so cute, like a fluffy kitten. And he did wish me a a good weekend. I shouldn’t mock since poor old tedirene probably has more days behind him/her than ahead of her/him, the use of the word britches is a sure tip off. I am glad that senior citizens like tedirene are keeping themselves busy, staying out of trouble and off the streets. I wonder if he’s a Scientologist though, the ‘everything is clear’ comment seems like a clue. A proper thetan that tedirene. It was nice of him to give a plug to https://johnozed.com . The thing thats worse than being talked about is NOT being talked about, so tedirene gets aroused by reading this and I do my bit helping out with his cataracts. He should do something about that hunch though. Esmeralda is betting tired of it, or her brother, Esmeraldo is. What ever makes tedirene happy is fine by me. LGBTedirene. We’re fighting for you! We will make sure you’re covered by ENDA!

And here’s a scoop of good news, I was able to sell my Arcade Fire/LCD Soundsystem tickets, only had to eat $20 which while not as filling as 96.50, still left me sated. And of course, me being me, comfortable in my skin, I felt a pang of sellers remorse. It seemed like a fitting conclusion since my meltdown at the Arcade Fire show at Radio City in May.

Here’s some pics.

Ads on Feet. 2 guys walk around with TV screens on their chests

The Chrysler Building somewhere

MTM?

the east 47th street gang

the opposition

Bananas for tedirene

Those Slacks!

She missed the bus

Suit and sneakers. So wrong.

Hipsters from out of town

“You pay more attention to that laptop than you do to me”

Nice

All the rude boys shop at Toys-R-Us

Nice looking family from out of town being checked out by a suit

Keep on Truckin’

Letter in the mailbox. Parcel Post!

Just another day I suppose. Today it’s Wednesday. Last night was nothing special, watched Dexter which was really good, really edgy and really gruesome. I was hesitant to watch it, not for the subject matter of a serial killer who kills other serial killers, that doesn’t bother me at all. Just that the show has such a slow moving feel to it, I forgot how easily I can sucked into it. It was either that or The War, which will be repeated on the weekend, plus I know how it ends.

Bill woke me up before he left. I asked him what time it was and he said it was Triple 5 time. Surprisingly I was able to understand what Triple 5 said and what Triple 5 meant, it was 5:55. That was an incredible feat for me since I was barely conscious at the time. After that it was putter putter mutter mutter and out the door into 80% humidity. Dense air means sweaty clothes by the time I get to the office. This morning I listened to the entire album of The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars which I didn’t like years ago. All the cool kids liked it at CYO and since I wasn’t cool I didn’t like it. I preferred Elton.

Someone sent me a package from Newbury Comics in Boston, but the post office wouldn’t or couldn’t deliver it without a signature, so I signed the card to have it left here at my building. Tonight when I came home, there was no card, and no package. So if you’re reading this, and it was you, you might want to contact Newbury Comics and let them know the package wasn’t received.

I think I have to stop answering the phone while I write. Too many distractions. Breaks the flow then I’m left hanging. Though Harpy called the other day when I wrote and during his ramble I remembered to include something in the blog so sometimes it helps. Perhaps a call by call, case by case basis, or basically whenever I’m in the mood to be distracted when writing.

I was reading in the New Yorker about the 50th anniversary of On The Road by Jack Kerouac. I read it, I loved it. Affected my life somewhat. I was hanging out with the Colgate crew and I imagined the group of us being like those guys, Kerouac, Burroughs, Ginsberg et al. Perhaps we were in the way we pursued illegal substances, and wrote poetry and attended poetry readings. It’s a good book, and like the New Yorker pointed out, it’s about the forties, not the fifties. And Kerouac sure was handsome back then, not when he turned into a bloated alcoholic at the end. I used to think one of my friends back then, Paul Balderas resembled Kerouac somewhat. Paul was also that handsome and encouraging. I wonder what happened to him.

I just saw a commercial for Felician College featuring dancing Nuns.

I also did some editing on wikipedia yesterday. I edited the Bongos entry, some one had posted that they were all gay. I corrected that saying that Richard Baronasaurus was gay, the others were gay friendly. Nope! Edited out. I think it was Baronasaurus. Also edited the WFMU entry adding Frank O’Toole to the list of DJ’s. I wrote that Frank was a nice guy and played guitar with Speed the Plough back in the day. Someone edited that out and mocked my edit. I almost went back then decided it was so not worth my time.

Pics.

Woman with pearls in her hair, and hanging off her face (homage to Vermeer)

Working men and going to work men

waritoro

stage door johnnie’s check their cellphones

Japanese chef having a smoke

Euro man outside Cervantes Institute