It’s Friday! It’s Yom Kippur! Atone for your sins! Do it now, I can wait! Done yet? Jeezy Creezy, you got a lot on your chest, of this I am sure. It was a good day, though here was tremendous difficulty waking up this morning. Just felt so good to be sleeping and aware that I was sleeping. But I had to get up and I woke up to a great song, Kiss on My List by Hall and Oates. A great pop song, gets it’s happiness across quite nicely. Ok hopefully you are done with your atoning, but if you were actually observing Yom Kippur, you wouldn’t be reading this until tomorrow. I think you’d be sitting in the dark because that is what god wants you to do. That is when god is not telling you what to eat, what to wear, who to sleep with, you know crap like that. Stuff that deities fill their days with, such busy bodies they be.

Last night, had a fun phone call from Harpy, editor emeritus. I’m serious, out of all five readers, Harpy really is the only one who comes through with ideas and suggestions. You can blame Harpy for not reading about my bagel intake anymore. Not that I wrote about it often, bagel eating that is. But Harpy did what he does best, he harped on it and I followed his lead, hence no more reading about bagels, though maybe over the weekend, since that’s when I get my bagels generally. Yes I still eat ’em, I just don’t write about ’em.

Got to work, only one in though Carla was in a half hour early. Half the office was out once again and it wasn’t for the holiday. I didn’t mind and neither did Carla. There was some work to be done and once again I was done with my tasks by 11:30. One of the tasks was to get some signs made for our elevator lobby, to let people know what company is on that floor. You know, stupid stuff. Since it is a financial company, it has to have some class and professionalism and that meant no glitter. It was a drag but thems the rules.

They didn’t say anything about elbow macaroni spray painted gold with cotton balls framing the edges. I figured Popsicle sticks would have been too over the top so I didn’t go that route. I made some dummy copies which were roundly rejected by anyone with half a brain. Dejected and rejected I searched online for a professional sign maker. I found one with a nice website in Chelsea and plotted the rest of my day.

I called first to make sure they were open and not closed for this the holiest day, and they were open. I decided to leave the office at 3:00 and head down to Chelsea, not returning to the office until Monday. The whole thing, including the subway ride took about 30 minutes and I was back in Hoboken at 4:00, not a bad way to start the weekend.

That’s about it for today. No really. Glad I was able to write this before sundown, aren’t you?

Here’s a video from Randy Pausch, a Carnegie Mellon professor who just gave his final lecture, as he is dying of pancreatic cancer at age 46. His life lessons.

If you enjoyed Part One, follow the links to the following parts.

Thursday. Nothing special. Nothing really happened today. But you knew that since you are one of the five that reads this blog semi regularly. If only this was a hard copy you could read it on the toilet, but it’s not and that’s disgusting. Last night was cool, seeing Nick Lowe, seeing Linda again. I was reminded she can be a bit loopy sometimes, but aren’t we all? Say yes. Also took forever last night to post 2 youtube videos of ol’ Nick Lowe, so I posted one of Nick singing 7 Nights to Rock last night, posted What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace Love and Understanding this morning. I gave up since I was tired and coming down like helter skelter after only three pints of Guinness. At my age indeed. That’s the name of Nick Lowe’s last record.

Slept like a rock last night, and woke up refreshed, minimal internal voice whining about not wanting to go. I’m pretty sure my mood can be attributed to the change of seasons. This time of year you know. I never can seem to shake this sinking feeling so I just hold my breath as I go under again. Just a bit nerve wracked. Last night Greg Stevens hosted a meeting for some big wigs and I had to set up a conference call, but messed up. There were two passwords and I entered the wrong one. It may have made Greg look bad. I also messed up an earlier meeting for Greg when I got lunch for 5 a little too late. Like ’15 minutes before the meeting ended’ late. He would have every reason to be pissed off, or even angry since Greg Stevens isn’t the type to get pissed off. But he let it slide, letting me know next time to order the food earlier and let it sit if need be. Nice guy that Greg. His feathers don’t get ruffled too easily. He accepted my apology.

It’s was quite a warm day and being a few blocks away from the United Nations building the streets are getting tightened up, more control. The president of Iran wants to visit the World Trade Center site and lay a wreath in memoriam for the victims. Flash point! So many people are against it, I say let him go, just keep a close eye on him. And then there’s the bullshit about the MoveOn.org advert calling General Petraeus a liar. Oh the right wing are up in arms about that. So much shit going on and they’re afraid that mere words would harm a four star general. These fucking distractions.

And then there is Kathy Griffin who I am fairly ambivalent about, but found her Suck It Jesus comment after winning an Emmy award to be hilarious. And the religious right are greatly upset, spending $90,000 on an ad in USA Today complaining that once again christianity was under attack. Oh they’re on the ropes those christians. I expect them to be totally converted to atheism any day now. Forget about helping the poor and the sick and the homeless, because Jesus would have totally spent that money on an advert after being dissed by Kathy Griffin.

I think the world would be a much better place if all four Beatles were alive.

here’s a blast from the past.
I loved this when I was a kid. Totally bananas and surreal.
The Kid From Borneo

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