It’s Monday. Big deal. It’s also my last week at Golden Staffing which, for me, is a big deal. Still the occasional, ‘Don’t Leave’ passes through the lips or in an instant message but I just let it go. Last night Juan came over for a little while, he was gone by 9:00, picking up his buddy Andrew at Secaucus Junction and driving on back to school. Bill made it home in time for the Sopranos with a two gallon tin of kettle corn popcorn. It certainly was worth the wait. Not too salty and a touch of sweetness, we devoured it in no time. Juan made a nice dent in the tin before he hit the road.

Bill was up and out this morning, right on time and I soon followed after the shower, the shave, the cereal and the email with coffee. It was a bit chilly this morning as I walked to the bus stop. It’s an odd thing, sometimes you see someone day after day and then you don’t see them anymore. Either they died or got a new job, or they moved. Someone always takes the place, filling the vacuum. It’s fun to watch them try to figure out getting off the bus when it arrives at the terminal, screaming about opening up the back door.

I walked along listening to the Arctic Monkeys, various songs I downloaded off co-workers at McMann and Tate. Saved me a few bucks, though I lost a few songs and albums when I left and didn’t get a chance to burn those tracks. So I’ll have to get the Minutemen some other time as well as a few other bands. The Arctic Monkeys are fairly current and also the major story in both Mojo and Uncut Magazines. I am such a sucker for accent like these blokes and their musicianship is pretty good too with some funny lyrics, like the song titled, Who the Fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?

Work was slow and I expect it to be this way for the rest of the week. I surfed, did a little work, surfed some more, did some more work, answered the phone listening to belligerent applicants upset that the voice mails they’ve left went unanswered, I tried to reassure them and was convincing most of the time though my heart certainly wasn’t in it. One applicant who came in today remembered me. Turns out she temped with me at Wanker Banker, Valentine’s Week. She mentioned that she was thinking about me the other day. Her name is Amber and she was nice.

I do remember that Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t too good. Bill and I arguing about giving each other gifts. He wasn’t into and tried quoting me about how we don’t do what all the other couples do etc. I wasn’t having it and told him that every year we had been together we exchanged presents etc. 2005 wasn’t a good year for either of us it seems. It’s a lot better now. Amber also reminded me that I bought her flowers on her last day of temping because of my mood that week. That was awfully nice of me, wasn’t it?

I found the James Baldwin tape and need to get it to California.

Sunday. Easter Sunday. Easter stopped meaning anything to me about 23 years ago or so. I remember doing acid across the street from the White House with Jet and Billie on the way to some club in 1984. It was an event to my mother since it was the first time I decided not to participate in the traditional dyeing of the eggs. It was also the first time I spent the night with someone. That was fun yet turned odd when I literally saw a swastika hanging in his closet. I soon left there the next morning. Some right wing trust fund character from Texas. He was going to get married somewhere down the line so he can get the rest of his trust find. Travis was his name I think. Also a member of the Heritage Foundation.

That’s an Easter memory. The other Easter memory is going to a CBGB’s matinée to see Let’s Active (Mitch Easter’s band) and stumbling upon Richard Barone and someone else thisclose to each others lips. Last night Juan came over and we watched the Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros dvd, Let’s Rock Again. Juan remarked what a nice guy Joe Strummer seemed to be and I had to agree. It was good to watch it again and I’ll probably lend it to my brother Frank when I seem him again. The Arcade Fire at Radio City which is now only a few weeks away. After the Joe Strummer dvd we watched an episode of the Sopranos

Bill came home after Juan left, around midnight. I stayed up and listened to Bill talk about the evening’s performance which was a benefit at a hundred dollars a pop. It seemed to have gone well and it was good to see that Bill listened to my advice and shaved his beard. Bill was up early this morning since it was Easter, I think he wanted to get a head start on his church’s Easter egg hunt. I went out and got the bagels and the papers. I figured that Julio wasn’t going to though I did keep an eye out for him when I was on the boulevard.

I also went to the supermarket and bought whatever things I thought I might need. I came home and put the Post and the bagels in a separate bag and hung it on Julio and Stine’s door. By the time I got to my apartment, my cell phone rang. It was Julio who was out and just bought me the papers and the bagels. So now I have double the amount which was actually ok, though I really don’t need 2 New York Posts. One is more than is necessary.

Had a nice breakfast and decided to watch Who Killed the Electric Car. A documentary directed by a friend of Rand’s, Chris Paine. I met Chris a few times and crashed on his floor in San Francisco in the eighties. Though I rented it out of familiarity, I really enjoyed it more than I thought I would have. Just another documentary about how this country, or even this world is run by the military industrial complex and big oil which is under the protection of the complex. I also watched, Why We Fight the other day which is also recommended.

As I was about to take a walk I surfed through the channels and found the very good James Baldwin documentary on American Masters, The Price of the Ticket. I’ve seen it a few times and it is still inspiring and woefully unavailable on dvd. And we’ve been having some snow flurries today.