I Dig Love

It’s been a pretty good day. I had off after all. Got some things done which was nice, spent some money too. I bought some new headphones for the iPod and also a cassette adapter to convert my tapes into mp3’s.

The headphones work fine, the cassette adapter, not so much. I will probably have to figure that one out. The first tape I tried to convert was the Tom Tom Club, Close to the Bone. It’s their second album and of course I like it more than their first album.

The first album is readily available on CD, the second album only available if you buy the deluxe version of the first album. I did that once before, while I was still an office manager. I thought I found a great deal and a good price, but it was actually the CD that I had already.

I tried uploading the cassette earlier but it came out horribly. I can play the cassette through my computer though.

Tonight Bill’s friend Theresa is coming over. She has a new Mac book, as does Bill, and Bill is going to show her how to use her laptop properly. Also tonight Wreckless Eric is playing with Amy Rigby at the Bowery Electric.

Dave Bell is supposed to be going and I was asked to go but I thought I was working. Now that I’m not, I’m not going. I do have to work tomorrow and I am just as happy staying home and doing not much at all. I’m a lazy sod after all.

I heard from Canon today with regards to my camera. I don’t know what was wrong with it, but they fixed it, for under $100.00. I think it was what they call the dry cell on the camera. It just went kaput. I suppose I will find out next week when I am supposed to get my camera back.

Also got a Lampe Berger unit that I bought at the cigar shop and had shipped to the Guitar Bar. It burns an oil that covers up various odors, which we use in the cigar shop to cover up the smell of cigars. Hard to believe some people don’t like the smell of cigars, at least good cigars. I’ve always liked the smell of a good cigar.

I never minded the smell, whether from the cigars that my father smoked around the house or the smell of cigars that Father Lennon would smoke while roaming the halls of St. Francis de Sales in Lodi. And the cigars they smoked were more than like cheap machine rolled cigars, like White Owls or Antonio & Cleopatra.

The smell should go over well with Theresa coming over, and also good for our next door neighbor, Kim, who hasn’t complained but if I can smell cigars (and I smoke cigars) then she could more than likely smell them as well.

Not much else to report on this end. I’m staying in, not going out. Back to work tomorrow and Sunday and off Monday and Tuesday. It’s a messed up schedule but that is the life of retail. The epiphany still holds. It may not be the job that I want, but it’s the job that I got.

I Live For You

Oh my it’s been a long day. I am home now and glad to be here. A bit tired. I’d rather not write but here I am doing just that. All for you people, all for you. You had better be grateful you bastards. That’s right, I called you bastards.

Whether or not that is an apt description, I don’t know. Only Harpy, Anne and Sung post on this here blog. The majority of you do not. And I know there’s a few of you, searching for some investment group’s office manager and receptionist.

Yes you Mickey and Maura and the Crazy Peggy Guggenheim partners. In other blog related news, this entry is number 1,803. Yes, the other day I hit 1800 entries. I of course did all the work, all you did was read it.

On an iPad, or a smart phone or a lap top or whatever you use to access the world wide web. I sweated, typed callously with callouses. You hit the page up, page down buttons, scrolled using your mouses.

I ran the risk of Martini Basher’s wrath, made myself more visible on the Internets, and incurred the incredulity of Sally Maurice and their Cafe Press calendars and coffee mugs as well as the well heeled citizenry of Bala Cynwyd.

Oh Susquehanna Investment Group, why hast thou forsaken me?

At work, it was a long day. But warm enough somewhat that for the first time in a few weeks, I was able to go outside and enjoy some part of the day. It was nice to be able to leave the store for about an hour. I started reading the latest Uncut magazine with the Kinks on the cover, or maybe I should write Kinks Kover.

As I headed back to the cigar shop, I heard the sound of a drum kit nearby and decided to wander by. I saw it was a one man band, a bloke with a drum kit, a drumstick taped to his leg and 2 bass drums, an amplified acoustic guitar and a microphone.

The bloke was quite good and highly enjoyable. I love wandering around and finding some busker who blows me away. This young man certainly earned a dollar from me, as well as a dollar from quite a few other people. I wrote my email address in his notebook and hopefully I will hear from him soon. His picture is below.

Other than that, work was an arduous task. It was Calvin, Don and Bradley. Today I didn’t care much for Bradley. I’m convinced he’s a former special needs child. This is what happens when they grow up. Their hair turns prematurely gray, they possess an all consuming need to pound a counter top like it was a set of bongos, and are subjects to bouts of Tourette’s Syndrome.

I anticipate difficulty working with Bradley once Don splits the scene. I could be wrong, it’s happened before. Just a premonition of sorts I suppose.

Last night I finally caught the new Conan O’Brien show on TBS last night, in time to catch the musical act, Fistful of Mercy, featuring Ben Harper, Joseph Arthur and Dhani Harrison. They sounded great, Dhani sounding and looking like his dad. You can catch the full episode on the official Conan O’Brien website.

that one man band






aka Don