Love Is Like Oxygen

A beautiful Saturday. For the third day in a row actually. Today feels like spring, definitely. Last night I watched the first DVD from Saturday Night Live’s musical guests. Elvis Costello, Patti Smith, The Blue Brothers, Grateful Dead, Bill Joel, Carly Simon, Peter Tosh and Mick Jagger et al. It was ok. Had it on for the music more than the video though seeing Patti Smith so young with Ivan Kral and Richard Sohl still alive and in the band. Ivan is still alive, Richard passed away.

TV was on the menu again last night, the usual suspects. I neglected to mention how great it was to see Michelle Obama on the Colbert Report the other night. She was well poised and funny. I wouldn’t mind having her as a First Lady. It would definitely be an improvement over who we have now. Watched Futurama which is almost always great and then Bill Maher who had Cornell West on, as well as politician and writer Ayaan Hirsi Ali, blogger Markos Moulitsas from the Daily Kos. Kos was great and got his point across better than Cornell West, at least what he said struck a chord in me. But right now I forget what it was. I am a fan of Cornell West, and plan to check out his books sometime. Ayaan Hirsi Ali, while easy on the eyes was so soft spoken you can barely hear her.

Yesterday at work I had a very interesting chat with Vivek and Lydia about religion. Lydia, from Estonia, really didn’t have religion in her life. Vivek is Hindu and I covered the Atheist angle. It was due to the Pope being in town. Spoke to Billie in DC. He has bronchitis as well as bad allergies and with his compromised immune system, he’s not having an easy time of it. He was also fed up with the mess of things the Pope made while he was in Washington DC..That darn Pope pissing off people where she goes. At least the six victims of sexual abuse by pedophile priests probably weren’t pissed and the old man in a gown. Same jerk who said that homosexual couples that want to adopt children are intrinsically evil.

After Bill Maher I tuned in to VH1 Classics which had a block of Bruce Springsteen videos on honor of Danny Federici, recently deceased keyboardist/accordionist from the E Street Band. About 2 hours actually of mainly live videos going as far back as 1975. That’s when I would have loved to have seen him. Frank and Elaine as well as Annemarie and Brian were going to see him constantly it seemed. I was too young to go, especially since they wanted to get their freak on and not watch their 13 year old brother.

Bruce was so skinny then, and quite the performer with a four hour show each night. I felt sad at Danny Federici’s passing, though not as much as Harpy and my family. I think the album that he features prominently on is The Wild and the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle. That’s the album I heard the most when growing up in 13 Riverview. Four of my favorite Bruce songs are on that. Sandy (Fourth of July, Asbury Park), Kitty’s Back, Incident on 57th Street and Rosalita. One of these days I’ll get the rest of the album. Here’s a clip of Danny Federici’s last appearance with the E Street Band last month.

Wild Billy’s Circus Story

It’s a beautiful Friday, that’s for sure. 80 degrees they say. I’m not complaining. Did not want to wake up at 6:00 this morning though. But I had to. Bill left his walkie talkies as well as his glow in the dark tape that he needs while stage managing at the Theater for the New City. So I gathered myself together, decided to go casual today. Black Lee jeans I bought a few weeks ago at Burlington for $20.00, white cotton poplin shirt from Old Navy and new Airwalks. I figured what the hell, most of the office would be out today.

I stopped by Bill’s office and dropped off the walkie talkies and the tape and we chatted for a bit before he had to head upstairs and I needed to get to my office. It was empty when I got to the office once again. I sometimes expect a Lawn Hor d’oeuvre situation, walking into an office after turning on the lights and discover a dead body on the floor. When I used to watch Six Feet Under I would eat cereal thinking it was going to be my last as I die face first in a bowl of Raisin Bran. Didn’t make for a happy breakfast but the fiber helped quite a bit.

Needless to say there were no corpses strewn about the office. Made some coffee. About five out of five people came in, not including Moe who was leaning up his old office. Larry and I made a few jokes about Moe’s downbeat attitude and what a drag Moe can be. Lydia came in with a new hairdo. She looked great. Almost like Heidi Klum. Lydia is a tennis pro from Estonia who plays at Greg Stevens country club in the Hamptons, so she’s got a nice body, athletic not overtly muscular.

Whatever I had to do today in the office was done basically on Wednesday. I’m an office manager with not much of an office to manage. The day was slow enough that I was able to take a midmorning stroll around midtown, watching the flock flocking to wherever the Pope might be. I was more interested in watching the Pope-aholics. To my surprise there weren’t as many as I expected. Not that I cared too much it was a nice enough day, like I said.

After lunch I tried to figure out when it would be a good time to leave. I decided that 3:00 would be good enough. In reality I left about 35 minutes after that. Everyone was out enjoying the day so I once again surreptitiously took some snaps of various people that caught my eye. Soon enough I was back in Hoboken, sitting in shorts and feeling cool, while slightly less than bangin’.

Oh last night’s TV report. Earl was good but I was distracted somewhat. 30 Rock very good as usual. The Office, merely good. Scrubs as well, merely good. I do have to watch Earl and 30 Rock again, but from what I saw, 30 Rock won the crown again.

Hot cop. Literally.

Camouflage! It works!

Loungin’

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♫ Shopping! ♪

Hmmmm

Always heavier in the shade

NOT John Starks

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Coyote Attitude

Higher

Innovative condom use

Junk in the trunk

Punk Tulips

Grace

In her mind, the bottle is full….

First he hugs himself, then he hugs the tree

Soon he was engulfed by encroaching RED COAT OF DEATH!!!

“No, honestly, I’m HUGE!!”
“I’m not so sure….”

No one paid attention to Thom’s shirt.

‘Dude I can smell her feet from HERE!’

RIP Danny Federici