Do I think too much? Do I not think enough? It’s the endless question that pops up time and again. It is July 8th 2025. The temperature is about 93° and it probably feels like 99.99 °.
I’ve been busy and the time has been flying by or not. Flying but gliding by that seems more like it.

I slept well and I woke up well and I got to the apartment well and I brought the pasta and pesto and chicken that I made on Friday to work today. I added the pesto sauce last night since I had it on the side in case Mike wanted it but he did not want it.

So it stayed until today and last night talking to Mike on the phone I was reminded of it and so I made the pesto sauce last night. Put it on the pesto and put it on the pasta and the chicken. Put it back in the fridge and just finished it about an hour ago and it was as good. Oh no! It wasn’t as good as it was the other day but it was good nonetheless

Bill is in New England. Mike is at his crib. Everything I do is to keep it off the lid. I don’t know what that means. It was an attempt at rap I suppose or an attempt at rhyming. Not too much can be expected today as it is quite hot out.

I know I have a bottle of ice water next to me today. I’m not sure whether or not that will be enough. I really should make an effort to be ambivalent to Marcus when he comes in in the morning.

It wasn’t so bad today. He saw the book I got on by John Savage and went to pick it up and saw that that it was an LGBT book. He sort of dropped it like a hot potato and I said too many big words in it and he said well I have an IQ and I interrupted to say “look out everybody. He’s going to talk about his IQ”.

Most people with high IQs don’t talk about their high IQs. As far as I know. I tested myself a while back and I did have a relatively high IQ. Although I don’t know the validity of the test. Perhaps I should take it again some other time but just not right now.

It is a scorcher today and the office is nicely air-conditioned. I don’t think it was this bad back in the day in the ’80s when I would wander around Manhattan on summer days. Where did I have the time? I’m sure I was working but where?

In any event, I enjoyed myself down in SoHo which was on the cusp of being turned into a shopping mall. I specifically think of meeting up with Rand going to Sohozat and listening to the TomTom Club’s second record on my Walkman in the hot sun and I was more than likely dressed in black so that was my thing back then.

Last night I watched a documentary about Merce Cunningham, which featured John Cage. It makes sense since they were partnered for years, and Cage’s music fit perfectly with Cunningham’s choreography. I read John Cage’s book, ‘Silence’ and it changed my life somewhat. It opened a door to John Cage’s philosophy, which affects and influences me 40 years later.

5 minutes to Hoboken

Sunday afternoon 3:11 July 6th I am in North Bergen in the midst of a bike ride. Just got off the phone with my sister and her son. It was quite nice. I was about to call her back and tell her how all my bicycle, enthusiasm, or exercises, or whatever, are mainly her doing from taking me out for bike rides on weekend afternoons back in the ’70s when she was living in Lodi.

Then I decided not to call her and say that because that would be two feeding the ironic machine of. Yeah, the last thing he said to her before he was hit by a truck while riding his bicycle was that it was all her fault that he left. So we go bike riding. And that would be ironic as those were the last words that I posted, and if somebody looks at my phone, it’s like “Did you see what he wrote at 313 on July 6th?”

Just some goofing off.
I am a cheeky bastard.

Monday afternoon 1:27 p.m. July 7th I am at my spot outside my building smoking my mini cigar. It’s warm in the shade. Hot if you’re in the sun. Mike went home this morning. Had some things to do with regards to Jeff Bezos, so we parted ways at the path station. I made sure he got on the proper train at the proper platform and I rode on to 14th Street.

He keeps missing. Keeps keeps missing phone calls and texts and whatnot since he has a crap phone and a crap plan but we are able to figure it out despite Bill telling him not to call me at work. He’s called me quite a bit this morning. Each time more frustrated than the one before.

I told him to follow the instructions I sent about removing restricted phone calls from his phone. Basically, if you don’t recognize the number, don’t answer it. But he’s in the position where he’s going to get a phone number from someone he doesn’t know. That’s with regard to Jeff Bezos. So that goes on. He climbs the walls and I get the phone call

It seems to have worked out. He had his phone interview and now he’s in another waiting stage.

Bill is somewhere in New England driving some people around. I do not know his itinerary in the area, and if I did, I wouldn’t be sharing it on this here blog.

My major accomplishment for the day is buying a battery for my watch. If I brought the watch to a Swatch store, they would replace the battery for free. But since there ain’t no Swatch store around here, I have to do it myself. Other than that, it’s been a quiet day.

Marcus came in and insulted me in his usual manner, to which I responded, “Girl”.
He is up at the old place where I had worked previously as is Jimmy Chile.

It does not seem that Mike will be returning back to Hoboken tonight, which is a lonely plus. But I wouldn’t mind the solitude, so it is good having him around. There is a gap and some things that we discuss and enjoy. He gets so wound up in his phone constantly constantly constantly looking at conspiracy videos and AI imagery which he might believe is true and I most certainly dispelled.