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On The Run

Well it’s 4:41 on my computer and 4:44 on my desk phone. I am still at work, killing time until Pedro calls. He phoned a few minutes ago, on the West Side Highway heading downtown to get his haircut.

I expect to hear some questions about what am I still doing here. So far no one asked, but then again most of ‘mi gente’ aren’t here at the moment. Pedro just phoned. His alternate spot is out of business.

He’s about to check another spot. So I may be here for another hour. Who knows? He has a plan to go to his ex-girlfriend’s place of work, a Puerto Rican restaurant on east 57th Street. I’m sure I can hang in there.

Last night I watched Keith Olbermann who had a nice touching item about his mother who passed away on Saturday. Not morose, but sweet.

Bill came home during Heroes and we watched it, or rather I watched it. Bill was busy reading his Bus Ride magazine which is almost like porn to him.

It was an okay episode, 3 left for the season which seems to be enough for me. After that I asked what he wanted to watch and he said the NCAA Finals. So we watched that, or rather he watched it.

I occasionally glanced. Couldn’t really root for either team, Michigan State or North Carolina, both were admirable.

I came up with a movie idea though.

A college basketball player, going to a tough school. He’s quite good at the game but his studies have been lacking. The school is tough enough not to give him a pass and he keeps failing his finals. Somehow he signed up for quantum physics.

So he stays for a couple of years, unable to graduate and unwilling to drop out. He continues playing basketball and the school routinely has been winning each year. His skills have increased on the court and he’s basically playing ‘professional’ ball while in college.

Eventually he hits the books and crams and gets his masters in quantum physics. He then accidentally invents a machine (or something) which enlightens the world. Unfortunately the enlightenment happens 1000 years before it actually should. This causes problems.

The world has arrived at ‘peace’ but without learning the lessons it should have learned in the interim. The basketball player has to get it together and figure out what to do to make things right. I think there was a little bit more to it but I can’t remember what it was right now.

Still in the office, things have been quiet. Vivek is supposed to be flying to Mexico. He offered the use of his condo to me and Bill this summer. I don’t think so. Nice to offer it anyhow.

10:23 Just got home. Had a great time with Pedro as I usually do. I play the role of Father Confessor I guess. Anything on his mind, he feels comfortable to unload on me. I don’t mind. After over 20 years of being his buddy, I’m more than willing to oblige.

A few beers a few shots and all was well. It certainly wasn’t as raucous as previous get togethers. It was all about love tonight and it was good. He’s a good man and I’m proud to call him my friend.

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Waxing

Waxing

Alpha Beta Gaga

Well it’s Thursday. I found that out the hard way this morning. I lay in bed, barely remember Bill saying good bye like he always does. I lay there, the alarm on my cellphone going off to remind me not to forget it.

I drifted closer to the shores of being awake when I realized that as comfortable as I was in bed, it was Thursday and not Friday and I had better get moving.

Interruption at present: Harpy being a most curmudgeonly curmudgeon. Drunken call at 9:15 whining about how much he hates that I post things on Facebook that his other friends have posted already. It’s so cute to be berated by the drunken Harpy.

He complains that everyone is dumping on him so the thing to do is to call the guy who always takes his call and give him (me) a hard time. Oh he’s just dripping with charm tonight.

Anyway back to me, I got my act together and walked across midtown to the office winding up in the office at 9:20. No one seemed to care or notice. I ran a few errands and picked up a bagel. I actually had a few projects going on.

Next week I’ll probably be alone in the office since Greg Stevens will be back in Arizona and Vivek will be in Acapulco. Still there are four other companies I have to support. Harpy called me Apollo since out of most of his friends I am getting a steady paycheck.

I stayed a little later in the office since I had plans on going to the United Nations to support Jon Fried and Deena Shoshkes as well as their friend John O’Neil from the New York Times. It was a concert of sorts in support of World Autism Day.

John O’Neil would say a few words, ending on a keyword that would be the title of a song that he wrote with either Jon or Deena. It was quite nice and they had a good crowd. A few researchers and teachers of children with autism also said a few informative and encouraging words.

It was a nice change of pace and definitely good to see Jon and Deena. I always liked the Cucumbers, from the first time they played McSwells. I even gave their first EP as a holiday gift when it came out.

I didn’t get a chance to speak with Deena but I did speak with Jon. We gave each other a hug and he told me that his mother in law Googled his name and what came up was John Ozed, specifically last night’s entry about how Deena was shooting daggers at me from the back seat as Jon was driving me close to my apartment in Weehawken.

We had a larf about that, and Jon said he remembered the night perfectly and that Deena was shooting the daggers at him, not me. I was only collateral damage.

It was all in all a pleasant evening, topped off with a Padron as I strolled down 42nd Street, from the United Nations to the bus terminal where a bus was waiting.

Jon Fried & Deena Shoshkes

Jon Fried & Deena Shoshkes

Jon

Jon

Deena

Deena

almost like the Exploding  Plastic Inevitable

almost like the Exploding Plastic Inevitable

Me

Me