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Giving It All Away

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Well it’s back to school, back to work for most everyone. Or for some. I don’t know. I did harbor some hope that the interviews I went on, the resumes I sent out, the online applications that I filled out would be responded to, today perhaps, today would be the day that I would have heard something.

But alas, nothing. I sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes fill out these forms online, send my resume, with such a feeling of hope and feeling that this will be the one, the one that I get a call back. Bloomberg, Goldman Sachs, all big names that surely must have some small room in their organizations for someone like me, but no.

Apparently there is nothing forthcoming, leaving me dejected.

And when I walked around this afternoon I felt I could see the same reactions on a lot of people’s faces. Perhaps the look on their faces is from the fact that where the past week or so there was family and fun and good feelings abounding, now there’s just us.

And the bitterness of the cold, mirrors the bitterness we feel inside.

For me, the angst arrived in the night as I was going to sleep. Bill and I watched a few episodes of Lawn Hors d’œuvre: Criminal Malcontent. Caught the Simpsons which was OK, nothing to write about despite the fact that I’m writing about it.

Caught the first few minutes of the Cleveland Show which is made by Seth McFarlane who made The Family Guy. I loathe the Family Guy and through that I disliked the Cleveland Show. Bill and I did become hooked on what is the only reality show we like, Tabatha’s Salon Takeover.

Tabatha is a tough Australian woman who goes into hair salons and tries to help them out. If only Tabatha was in Hoboken 20 years ago when Patrick Morrissey was around with his hair salon. Then again Narcotics Anonymous and AA would have had to play a major part in that, if that were the case.

And in case Patrick Morrissey googles his name, ‘Hello Patrick’.

Bill went to bed early so I watched The Soloist starring Robert Downey Jr & Jamie Foxx. Oh it was remarkably lackluster. Left you not caring at all. Then the news which was all about how cold it was. It was in the 15 degree range last night.

I wound up watching How I Met Your Mother which I never watched before. No Neil Patrick Harris in this one, and I didn’t know Jason Segal was a regular cast member. I like the Jason Segal.

Around 1:30 I went to bed, not because I was tired but because I was bored. And I lay there for about 45 minutes unable to sleep. I got out of bed and did an online crossword puzzle. Knowing that Xanax makes me drowsy sometimes, I took a Xanax and about 20 minutes later I was heavily lidded and ready to go to sleep.

Slept so well I didn’t realize Bill kissed me goodbye. It was around 2:30 or so when I went to sleep and woke up around 10:30 this morning. Made some coffee and poured my cereal in the bowl and decided to go back to sleep. It felt good.

I didn’t do much today, went out around Hoboken, saw the faces of my fellow unemployed and came home again from the bitter cold. Had an early dinner since I was hungry and now here I sit, filling out more online applications with not much hope.

I wish the weather was warmer so I could go out and play guitar again on the pier.

Oliver’s Army

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Well I just came back from a walk to the Post Office and I find an email telling me I won the Rufus Wainwright: Prima Donna contest. I win 2 autographed posters, a playbill from the opening night in Manchester, England and a Sundance Channel tote bag!

They won’t ship these out until after the holidays so any re-gifting will have to wait until next year. Thems the breaks I suppose. It’s not the Mega Millions.

Someone won the whole $160 million. One person. Not me. But the Sundance channel tote bag is nothing to sneeze at though it might be good to wipe your nose with after the sneeze.

What? Too soon?

Last night I watched the Miracle Worker which I had never seen before. I did read the play ages ago in either Annemarie’s or Brian’s Literature book from Lodi High School. They had to read it, I read it for fun.

I enjoyed it, great performances from Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke. There were some scenes where Annie Sullivan who had terrible vision squints into the distance when Helen Keller goes off in the distance with her mother.

The squinting, accompanied by the wringing of hands makes it look like Annie Sullivan is scheming. It is also ripe for satire and I wonder if SCTV ever did a sketch based on it.

It would seem to be a perfect match. There’s probably so many episodes of SCTV that it has to be in there, along with Ben Him and the story of Natalie Ringneck, the girl who was raised by geese.

Right at the buildup for the climactic finale, Harpy called. ‘What is it with Tyler Perry’ ‘What is it with hat hair?’ ‘What is it with…’ blah blah blah. Oh Harpy was in his ivory tower playing the snob. If he didn’t get it, if he was who it was aimed for, he deemed it inferior as are the people who enjoy such things.

He also had a ton of advice for me and this blog and what I should do about it. He did mention one thing and it struck a chord/ Basically this blog is like one of Harpy’s favorite books, The Andy Warhol Diaries.

And it’s true, that’s just one of the influences on this here blog. Andy was an influence on me and how I look at things, and I did get the Diaries when they first came out, and even have the Spy Magazine unofficial index yucked away inside. I just missed being included in page 689 of the hardcover, arriving after the incident happened and the books being sold out. I don’t write about it again so, I wrote about it here:

Here She Comes Now

Harpy droned on and whatever momentum I had gained while watching the movie soon petered out. I did watch some of the Paul McCartney: Good Evening New York City, a DVD and CD and book of Macca’s shows at Citifield back over the past summer.

It was a wonderful gift from Annemarie, Rex and Earl. As sweet as the cookies and brownies she sent. I offered to get a copy burned for her but she already got her own. I only watched the first 10 songs and want to watch the rest with Bill sometime soon.

2 pairs of eyes will come in handy trying to find Annemarie & Earl, Julio & Stine and Bill & myself in the stands.

What? It could happen.

Apparently they handed out flip cameras to people in the audience for the recording and you never know, maybe somebody was walking by and caught the six of us doing whatever it was we were doing that night. I honestly don’t remember.

I heard from Casey Chasm, calling with holiday greetings and an update on his life. He seems to be going ahead and joining the army. For the insurance, for he and the missus and the baby. To me it seems drastic, but it’s not my life. I’d rather he didn’t need to enlist, but I support his decision. So good luck to him, Pvt. Chasm.