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Falling Dub

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8:00PM and I finally feel awake. Last night was different. Home by myself most of the night, Bill asked that I get his amplifier, keyboard and keyboard stand ready for him to take to Harlem. He’s starting a jazz combo with someone he works with. I did all that, moved the big ass amplifier and out it in the hall, got the keyboard in a carry bag and dusted off the keyboard stand.

Bill came home and started playing the keyboard with an extension cord leading into the hallway so the whole building got to hear Bill’s doodling on the keys. I don’t know how it sounded on the floors below us, but here it was loud, louder than Keith Olbermann. When Rachel Maddow came on I had to request that Bill turn it down. Bill moved the amplifier downstairs then went out and got a Zip Car.

I carried the keyboard and the stand downstairs when he showed up with the car. Then I was back to doing whatever it was that I was doing. He came home an hour later and was in a weird state of mind. I just went to bed. It was cooler out and no more need for the air conditioner. I don’t know what time Bill went to bed, but he did wake me up while looking for the comforter.

The comforter did help though, but it was an uneasy night of sleeping for me. Since I gave up drinking soda I’ve been drinking a lot of cranberry juice which meant a few stops to the loo. Woke up at 6:00, Bill still in bed. He was going to work, but not at his usual time which in turn set my morning routine askew.

Of course he got out of bed and started getting his clothes ready as I was trying to get dressed which did not help my state of mind. I was only a few minutes late and tried to read the New Yorker while trying to stay awake. Made it across town listening to some heavy Dub music from Tappa Zukie. I love Dub, but I guess it wasn’t the high energy that I actually required.

Got to the office, one of our subtenants asked me if I smelled cigarette smoke. I mentioned that I smoked but he said it smelled before I came in. He was there at 6:30. I wandered around and sure enough it smelled like cigarettes, especially in Vivek, the managing directors office. I told Vivek when he came in that it smelled like his buddy’s cigarettes.

Not the Gauloises like I smoke but dried out, chemically treated Marlboro Lights. It turned out I was right, it was his buddy. We’re trying to get Vivek’s buddy out of the office since he’s been squatting in an office and he doesn’t contribute anything or pay rent. That’s now my task to kick him out and perhaps put him in a cubicle which I’m sure he’s not going to go for.

I also sold my ticket for My Bloody Valentine (MBV) through Craigslist. I listed it yesterday and there were quite a few others selling or trading tickets. I got three inquiries yesterday and a few today. The first contact from yesterday didn’t respond to an email, so I went to number two who yesterday seemed interested.

This morning, she didn’t respond to a couple of emails until later when she told me she got a ticket already. So I went to number three and arranged to meet him downtown by Union Square. Got there with no problem, stationed myself outside the Virgin Mega Store. John Hunter showed up a few minutes later and we chatted briefly about MBV.

I explained that I had seen MBV in 1991 and they were great but it promised to be the same show since there really isn’t anything new released. I guess it’s a show for those who missed them the first time around. My excuse for not going was that there was no one to go with. He was a nice guy and chuckled when I gave him a pair of foam ear plugs.

I went into Virgin and bought the new Raphael Saadiq cd since the free download from FYE was bogus. It was in an ad in the Village Voice, go to FYE enter the code and you get a free download of the album. Well it didn’t work on Wednesday or Thursday and today FYE said I exhausted my downloads when I didn’t get any.

Small potatoes I know, and I preferred to have a hard copy anyhow. And it’s a really good record, worth checking out if you’re interested in what’s going on in today’s R&B. It’s a little retro but contemporary. If you’re so inclined and if you have better luck that I did, got to the FYE website and check digital downloads, the code in raphaelsaadiq.

McCrazy is still a fucking asshole by the way. Blaming Obama for the current crisis, when Obama was calling for regulations while McCrazy was all for deregulations. I really hope people aren’t stupid and remember this come November. McCrazy to his credit, for an old man he certainly has a raging hard on for the presidency and will do or say anything to get there. If he’s this dangerous now, how bad will he be should he get elected?

McCain + Palin = McPain.

Anyway, here’s some pics of today’s New Yorkers.
Smiley Suit

Muffin?

Wash out

The lure of Sabrett

Ooh! Double Breasted Pinstripes!

I love that suit!

Ersatz Ashley Olsen with Radioactive man

Space Worms!

He thought it was an ice cream truck

Mr and Mrs Tourist

NO kicking of the flowers! NO stopping and smelling!

Have an advert

Leavin’

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It’s Tuesday and feels like a Monday which isn’t so bad. The feeling of September despair has faded somewhat. Talking about it with Bill yesterday certainly helped. The nice walk around Hoboken was out of the ordinary.

Running into Rand and Lisa was sweet as well. It turned out that Rand sent me a text message before knowing I was in his vicinity, stating ‘Stop looking at me.” That made me stop walking with Bill for a moment and scan the Maxwell Place area.

Yes Maxwell Place. What used to be Maxwell House, the coffee factory is now very pricey condos with a boat house for all those wayward sailors in Hoboken. But Rand and Lisa were on the opposite side of the street. Always a pleasure to see them and they were on their way and we were on ours.

Castle Point Terrace, nice homes including one they can’t seem to sell at 2.9 million dollars. I’d like to buy that house if and when I win the mega millions. Give Annemarie, Rex and Earl a place to stay when they visit back east. Last night was TV mainly, nothing much on at all.

Hurricane coverage, republican convention coverage and a Scrubs marathon on TV Land which unlike Comedy Central was showing them out of sequence. Turk and Carla got married, next episode Carla is recovering from giving birth. I really couldn’t care actually.

Went to bed a little after 11:00 and immediately had a dream that my teeth were falling out of my mouth. That was unnerving and made going back to sleep difficult as my tongue ran itself over my teeth making sure that most of my teeth were still in place.

Woke up with Bill kissing me goodbye, I had to ask him what time it was. My body clock is a bit screwed up since I had been staying up late, sometimes until 1:00AM and sleeping until 8:00. What a rebel I can be.

It was 6:00, Bill told me as he turned and walked out the door. I got out of bed, showered and shaved, had coffee (made by Bill) and cereal and I was out the door around 6:45, earlier than previous times.

Too early to see Casey on the bus or at bat, I read the New Yorker. Made my way across town listening to the Slits, Cut. I think that would be one of my desert island discs. I was definitely the first person in the office, getting in around 7:45.

Too early for my tastes but what can I do? Having taken 2 days off, the mail was piled up on my desk. I didn’t care and set about doing everything else then onto the mail. Most everyone was in today. Trudy, a sweet woman who is one of our subtenants asked if they told me how much they need me and of course they hadn’t.

They did drive Trudy crazy on Thursday and Friday trying to get her to do all the things it is that I do.

The day crawled. 4:30 couldn’t arrive soon enough. I walked across town listening to Sly and the Family Stone who happened to be right after the Slits on the iPod. An enjoyable Padron across town, giving change to the crazy homeless guy who always calls me soldier as we give each other a terrorist fist bump.

Got on the bus and started again on Alan Bennett, Untold Stories. Now he’s writing about his diaries and how they get printed in a newspaper at the end of each year. I could relate to that, though I publish my diary everyday it seems.

Saw Ally Politkowski on the bus He wasn’t looking too good. On his way to the doctor. I tried to give some words of encouragement, telling him we still have to get together for that elusive drink. I asked if he needed help getting to his doctor but he waved me off and managed a smile as I got off the bus.

Saw Julio’s car on the street so that means he and Stine and Alexander have returned from Denmark. Or at least his car has traveled from North Bergen to Hoboken on it’s own which is probably unlikely.

Got a letter from my damned insurance company and found my claim was rejected again. Bastards. I know, at least I have insurance. But it doesn’t seem like it. I pay into it, but don’t really see the benefits despite having my dentist write a letter explaining why she did what she had to do, and it was overseen by her professor.

Oxford Health Insurance bites, or in this case, gums.