Wednesday feeling like Tuesday. I am a day behind myself this week but I don’t mind since I have such a nice ass. Didn’t do much last night. Watched a documentary on Neil Young called Heart of Gold. It was good, directed by Jonathan Demme. Just Neil and his band live at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, also known as the Grand Old Opry. It was mainly all songs from his last record, not the Living With War record, but the one where he sings about his mortality, or all of our mortality. Not exactly a party record but it was enjoyable nonetheless. I don’t know whether or not I got it for brother Frank last year for Xmas, so maybe if he reads this (and he’s known to read these from time to time) he will tell me so he won’t get an extra for his birthday.

Watched Law and Order after that, snore snore. Been there, spotted the corpse, figured out whodunit before the first commercial break. Then it was sleep. That went well. Woke up in a big empty bed, had to make my own damn coffee and pour my own damn cereal in my own damn bowl. Then I took a damned shower. I wore a suit today. It wasn’t too hot and there were big wigs coming in, so I had to make a good impression and I looked great as usual. Didn’t sweat too much, I paced my crosstown jaunt.

I got a call from the dreaded Crystal who didn’t log off my computer last night so I logged her off when I got to work. She called and asked when I was going to lunch so she could log in again and finish the work she should have done last night. So at 1:30 I logged off to take a whole hour for lunch, which I’m entitled to and haven’t done since I started working there. I ate before I left the office and decided to have a cigar and go to Dag Hammarskjöld Park by the United Nations building. I used to go there for lunch with Jet back in the eighties and get really jazzed up.

There was a Farmers Market going on and it was crowded and I decided to move to Park Avenue where I could smoke my cigar and look at various men parading up and down the avenue in some nice suits. Found a nice spot, somewhat shady, somewhat breezy. I saw James Brady, who is a writer or used to be. Now he does puff pieces in Parade magazine. Saw a guy that used to sell me cigars at Davidoff when I worked at Wanker Banker. He seemed happy to see me, but maybe it was a banana in his pocket or a LGC #7 cigar. And once again I saw Kelly the woman who waters plants in various buildings that I seem to be around.

Before I knew it, the hour was almost up and I had to make it back to the office. I don’t quite understand the latest footwear fashion for trendy young men, or metrosexuals. They wear shoes with an extra inch or two in front that make the toe curl up. It looks so stupid. I wear a size twelve shoe and extending it to fourteen would be ridiculous. Why would a size ten try to make it look like a size twelve? For an elvish look? Dumb dumb dumb. Then there is the other end of the spectrum with older guys all having buckles on their loafers. They all seem to. I don’t get it and I don’t want it. For now.

Cut and pasties (both are in the blogroll to your right, lazy asses)

from Rod 2.0
http://rodonline.typepad.com/rodonline/2007/09/uganda-ethics-m.html

from Joe.My.God
http://joemygod.blogspot.com/

It’s Tuesday and it feels like a Monday but thats what happens with a three day holiday weekend. Bill went to his Mom’s apartment, keeping her sane and providing company while his Dad is in rehab across town. I’m glad he’s able to do such a thing, and I’m glad he heeded my advice. I admit I am spoiled with Bill making coffee in the morning and pouring cereal into a bowl for me. Not that I can’t do it myself, but a while ago he took it upon himself to do these things, earning my gratitude, at least for that morning.

The forecast was for temperatures in the 80’s and I was going to wear a suit, but in 80 degree weather that’s not such a good
thing. So I opted for casual again, though I did notice that most everyone was wearing suits in midtown Manhattan and I also noticed that they don’t seem to sweat. How do they do this? I previously thought they were mammals but this no sweating thing is making me reconsider that. Perhaps they are reptiles. The segmented eyes are usually a tip off, but most of them wear sunglasses. It’s a strange thing.

At work most everyone was back in the office, including Greg Stevens who is back from two weeks in the Hamptons. I had to spend sometime with him alone, fixing his computer again. I am so glad he doesn’t have a clue about how certain programs operate and I am so glad that I can generally fake my way through. Vivek was in today. Tomorrow he flies off to Mexico, or whatever is left of it after the hurricane so the office should be quiet once again. Tom Chin is also out. I was in at 8:00 this morning and finished most of the day’s work, at least for me, by 10:45.

I ran a few errands and noticed that there were so many reptile men wearing suits and ties and most of them looked delicious. Except for the reptile men who had shed their skins and or tails. They were definitely more than a little off putting. I scrounged around looking for things to do to keep me busy when my day ended inadvertently. You see, there is a partner of Vivek’s who uses the office after hours and his assistants work from home logging into the system from there. Crystal is the name of the woman in the Bronx who logs in and she couldn’t and it seemed like she was blaming me.

Turned out she had the wrong IP address and when she finally got the right address she logged in effectively kicking me out on my butt. I didn’t mind really, I wound up leaving a whole 14 minutes earlier from work. 14 minutes! What would I do? Padron? Check. Feet? Check. Direction towards the bus terminal? Check. I was soon on my way listening to Patrick Cleandenim, and after each song, I’d think of going to another artist on the iPod, but wound up listening to every song by Mr. Cleandenim.

Ran into Julio outside. It’s where we keep bumping into each other. He had a pinched nerve in his neck from sleeping in an awkward position. It turns out he and Stine didn’t go anywhere this weekend. No beach for Frisbo then.

I was soon home, after picking up a boxed set of Left of The Dial. A four cd box set of songs from the underground in the eighties. Overall, it’s a pretty good selection, even including the ones I don’t particularly care for. Holiday in Cambodia anyone?