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Porcelain

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Well it seems like the meat loaf last night was a gift that just wouldn’t stop giving. Gave enough to compel me to stay at home and not to get too far away from the porcelain. So that is where I stayed, didn’t dare wander away. Made for quite a lazy day and one tinged with guilt. Guilt about not going in, not that I did anything wrong.

There was a time not too long ago where not going into work was nothing to worry about but with the climate lately there is plenty to worry about. And if they are in fact thinking of shrinking my work week by a day, then this would be a good way for them to see how it is without me.

There wasn’t much at all that I did today and I certainly didn’t see anyone. I did keep hydrated and mainly lay around the apartment reading yesterday’s news. I did watch True Blood on HBO which was once again very good. Can’t really tell where it’s going and since some people are waiting for the show on DVD I best not say anything.

According to the nightly news, stock markets around the world are crashing and the Dow closed with a loss. Not good as we inch closer to the precipice of depression. It does look bad. I used to resent my parent’s depression era values but they’ve served me well.

Saving items, reusing items, not falling for the gilded items. Not so sure there are many others out there brought up the same way but it may come in handy. Now if only movie theaters would charge a nickle…

I just woke up from a nap and feel a whole lot better. Last night due to the menu I didn’t sleep that great. Now the mudslinging for the election begins. McCain brought up Bill Ayers, Obama brought up the Keating Five scandal. I think he should have brought up G. Gordon Liddy, since Liddy has a radio show and has gone on record for plotting murder among other dastardly plans.

The Bird and The Bee were very good last night. Inara George is quite winsome. She had the crowd eating out of her gloved hand. She’s the Bird. The Bee is Greg Kurstin who mainly keeps to the side. There was an opening band, Willoughby, a trio of bass, guitar and drums were pretty good.

They backed Inara and Greg on Again and Again. It was good to see them in a place like McSwells and hopefully they didn’t have the meat loaf. They’re probably off to bigger venues next time. Last night was the last night of their tour. At their website, thebirdandthebee.com it says they’re playing Zankle Hall next March which is part of Carnegie Hall. Maybe it will be affordable.

A mellow night planned ahead, nothing ribald. Juan may be stopping by which should make for an interesting time watching TV, but then again it all depends on what time he shows up, if at all. Tomorrow I’ll go back to work and she how things went without me. I expect a mess.

Here are some clips of the Bird and the Bee.


That’s not McSwells and that’s not me singing though I did singalong last night.

Go Obama!

Computer Blues

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Computer problems again. Deleting tons of photos. Clearing space for memory. I thought I deleted a lot of photos in the past but obviously I still have quite a bit. Not to mention a lot of photos were duplicated since I was too lazy to change the settings on my camera to a lower setting for the frame.

So if I have a pic that is 3225 x 2650 you can bet there is a 555 x 416 duplicated. And now a lot of pics are gone. Where do they go once you empty the recycle bin? They have to go somewhere. I know they’re still on the computer.

Last night was a nice time with Rand. I was plenty tired after riding about 40 miles and walked gingerly as I strode up Washington Street towards McSwells. Nobody I knew on the street at 8:00 which is the norm these days. It used to take me a long time since I knew a lot of people back then. Now, not so much.

After a few pints with Rand I wasn’t so achy anymore and gradually became animated somewhat. I put some money in the jukebox ensuring that for the next hour the music playing was selected by me. McSwells is a totally different scene, filled with hipsters nowadays rather than the characters of yesteryear.

Very much akin to what I hear Williamsburg is like, and like Hoboken had done in the 1980’s Williamsburg is gentrifying at a very fast pace. At least that’s what the interviews with TV on the Radio have mentioned. I haven’t been to Williamsburg in about a dozen years or so.

According to Harpy who works in the thick of Williamsburg hipsterdom, the hipsters hate to be called that. Which is all the more reason to call them hipsters, and not in the Graham Parker sense of ‘I’m the token hipster/ and you’re just the novelty set’.

Actually perhaps the hipsters are the novelty set. Watched a few Raphael Saadiq videos on the television of the past couple of hours. Such a personable and handsome guy that Raphael is. But enough about him.

I spoke with my brother Frank today who was a bit too upset about forgetting my birthday. I tried to let him know it was alright but it plays into the bigger picture of what has happened to his memory since the stroke. That would make me panicky.

I did my best to reassure him that it was ok, that I wasn’t Dad who would be greatly insulted if his birthday wasn’t recognized. I also spoke with Frank’s wife Elaine who apologized. There was no need for it.

In fact I always forget both my sister in law’s birthdays and they’re right after each other in December. I usually call Elaine and Karen on the 6th or the 7th and wish them a happy birthday only to find once again, after decades of having them in my life I still cannot get the dates right.

Rand and I parted ways after walking around Hoboken with me smoking a Padron and I was home by 11:45. Watched most of Saturday Night Live and I thought it was pretty funny. It seems they’ve taken to ending skits rather than let them peter out. That definitely makes all the difference. Kings of Leon were oksucked.

Walked around Hoboken this afternoon. Since I rode so much yesterday, staying put was nice. Finished the New Yorker, skipping the movie reviews since I’ve started reading them mostly, until after I’ve seen the movie.

this was posted on Bill’s laptop since my computer is crapping out.
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