One day left in the work week and it is also my brother in law, Rex’s birthday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY REX! I don’t think he reads this blog so I’ll leave it to Annemarie to forward the greeting though I am planning to call at 10:00PM. It’s been a quiet day. I woke up and did the usual only today I was able to use my own computer like I am doing right now. I went over to Rand’s and picked it up last night and then had Bill do the finishing touches on the wireless. He did that and then went to bed and I chatted with Juan and another friend in North Carolina before heading off to bed.

I slept ok, deep sleep but the space between my shoulder blades ached somewhat. Nothing that a few minutes under the hot shower couldn’t fix. I had some cereal and coffee and a banana and checked my emails as the day began and the Today show started. Soon enough I was out on the street waiting for the bus. Some woman got on right before and took my favorite seat, but strangely enough she sat on top of the wheel well which is an uncomfortable place to sit. But hey it was her choice. I sat in front of her and read I, Claudius.

I’m definitely not as stressed out going to work like I was at McMann and Tate. I enjoy the bus ride, especially when I have my special seat. I get to sit and read and I do enjoy walking through midtown on my way to work. For some reason I just don’t like working in the Village or Soho. I like to help out my friends at Farfetched but most every job I had in the hipster parts of town have been annoying. I guess the lesson learned is not to work below 14th Street. I enjoy my coworkers and I like wearing a suit and tie again, but it feels different since not wearing one for nine months.

Data entry sure is mindless repetitive drudgery but I don’t mind it. I think it would be safe to say that my employment at McMann and Tate really did my head in. It’s taking me longer than usual to write this tonight because I am constantly distracted by Ugly Betty as well as various doohickeys on the computer. Rand installed a lot of new programs and deleted others and added iTunes 7. That in itself is a handful.

Trying to figure out whats what in the iTunes is confusing. Easy things that I used to do on iTunes 6 aren’t so easy now. I’m sure I’ll find the positives outweighing the negatives soon enough but I want it now. It’s probably going to be very cold this weekend. Too cold to go out and do anything so I’ll sit in front of the computer and try to figure it out. I also have some Dvd’s from Netflix, The Concert for Bangladesh and John and Yoko on the Dick Cavett Show from September 11, 1971.

And then there’s the laundry. No need to write this weekend since I spelled it all out.

Bill will be singing at Madison Square Garden, singing the National Anthem solo before a WNBA basketball game July 20th. Tickets are 10.00 a piece. Very big and fun news indeed. Getting the word out early. It’s about 10:23PM and I just got back from Rand and Lisa aka El Jefe and Lady Gigglepuss’ apartment where Rand had given me a new computer. Not so much new but different. It’s a Dell. Dude, I got a Dell. I know it’s a cliché but I had to say it before anyone else did. That should not stop anyone else from saying it though.

Now I am sitting in front of the TV Bill at my computer trying to access the wireless connection that Bill has and I share. He’s on the phone with Rand and they’re both trying to get me access to the net. In the interim I’m getting this out now so I won’t be up past midnight trying to write the daily entry. Things are supposed to be faster so I’m looking forward to that. Bill is telling me a story about getting Algebra in 9th grade. Actually he’s telling me for the second time tonight the second time in fifteen minutes. It’s a good story but I’d rather he worked on the wireless connection as he tells me the story.

The story is about the production that Bill is acting in next month on February 23 up in Harlem. Apparently the cast is getting it together after several months of rehearsal. Bill told me when they were in the early days of rehearsals he was the only one who was able to read off book. The director was mightily impressed. The name of the show is ‘Reflections of Time’ and it’s a musical. So that’s something to do. Bill’s being productive, isn’t he?

For me, work was ok. I do laugh to myself a lot. Wally can be entertaining from a distance. I wouldn’t say he’s funny though. Most Everyone, meaning 7 people told me that they were glad I was back. It’s nice to be appreciated. It was a not so slow day. Jury duty did break up the work week, but I didn’t read any of I, Claudius which is a bummer.
I am enjoying it, probably because I’ve seen the miniseries and own it on DVD. I do recommend it. I’m such an Oprah sometimes.

I was able to pick up the Village Voice. Couldn’t seem to find it the past two weeks. I did read it online but everyone knows that you read the Voice mainly to read the music ads. At least that’s what I do. Sure I’d read certain columnists, but it’s been the best place to see who will be playing where in the upcoming weeks. That’s how I saw Scritti Politti was playing at Bowery Ballroom. Who knows what I’ve missed? They don’t have those ads online as far as I know. Anyway, I’m tired, still not online. Bill was trying to et me into his network again but he’s tired as well.

Damn that Algebra.

True story: I am terrible at most math. I find my mind running away, thinking of conceptual things like who invented math and numbers? Who stood there, looking at sticks and saying, ‘this will be one, these will be two…’ and why one? why that word? Anyway, I’m in my junior year of high school facing my Algebra final and I knew I couldn’t figure it out. Numbers were hard enough on their own, but when letters were added I freaked out. If Y is 7 and X is 5… Forget it. I wrote an essay on the last page. I wrote to Sister Reginald and explained that I was sorry but I just don’t understand algebra and it’s not her fault she’s a god teacher but if I fail this, I was going to go to summer school where I would definitely fail all over again. Oh and also my parents would kill me. I guess it was a very well written and totally uncalled for essay but it worked. And I don’t think I ever wrote about algebra again for 27 years.

Daily Show very funny, but of course.