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Well today has been a fartin’ around day. I know some of you would love a day like this, but you should be careful of what you wish for.

So since I didn’t do much of anything today, (hello laundry) I’ll spare you the iPod shuffle thing and look back at the previous entries for the third of September.

And here we go.

Disney’s Dream Debased, 2006.
I sit around for Bill to deliver a California King sized bed. It wasn’t a beach day since I had to sit and wait for Bill and the bed. I watch a DVD that I got for Bill’s birthday, a Herbie Hancock DVD. Brian Eno is in it so that’s what got my eye.

I was working at McMann and Tate, and very unhappy. The night before Juan came over and we riffed on some jazzy type things. Watched the Dave Chapelle Street Party DVD directed by Michel Gondry.

I enjoyed watching Chapelle with Juan more than I did seeing it with Bill in the theater. Bill and I had a major fight that night months previous. Also drank a lot of wine in 2006.

Eventually had to kick Juan out since the jazzy things and the wine made my eyes heavily lidded. The bed is still here and big enough for two big guys like Bill and myself.

The Last Thing You Should Do, 2007.
Sat around and watched TV with Bill. It was a Monday. No longer at McMann and Tate, but working for the Biotechnology Investment Bank. Content with the job, settled in after starting a few months before.

We watched Big Love on HBO the season finale. I write about Bill Paxton being in a band called Martini Ranch. I wrote about my musical snobbery towards Los Angeles which was unfortunate since I missed a few good bands while my nose was up in the air.

It being Labor Day weekend, there was a BBQ in Garfield. Bill and I got there via Zip Car. I bring a dozen CD’s for a 30 minute drive.

Bill and I arrive before most everyone else. Brian and Karen and the kids show up, and Frank is on the mend from his stroke the previous May. Rob cooks on his grill.

Hot dogs, Hamburgers, Coronas and Guinness. Apparently on the way home and drove by 13 Riverview Avenue as there are pictures that prove it.

Thank You, 2008.
In the midst of the election season. I’m on fire. Sarah Palin. Cotton Hill. John McRage. It’s the republican convention! There are a lot of hands grasping at only a few straws in that crowd.

Everything is anti-Obama. Oddly enough, things are more tense now in 2009 then it was last year.

Tropical Storm Hannah approaches putting the free B-52’s show in Cranford NJ in jeopardy. I run into Casey Chasm twice, in the morning when I’m not at my best and on the return trip when I am at my best.

Work is getting back on it’s knees. The economy is tanking in September 2008. Today they try to pin it on Obama.

I just got a new suit, navy blue wool/cashmere blend, two button. I’m asked to wear a suit since a big wig is expected in the office, a white knight who didn’t do anything.

And the program Open Office was giving me problems, but a year later it’s fine, just fine thank you.

Yalla Yalla

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It’s been another quiet day, especially since Hoboken kids went back to school today. Even though there are 2 schools within 100 yards of my apartment I heard nothing.

I was so tired from going to the museum and walking downtown afterwards that I slept really well which may have helped not hearing the kids on their way to school.

Oddly enough, I’m not feeling the pit of despair that I would feel for the first week or two of September. That sinking feeling of the beginning of the school year followed me throughout my life.

But apparently not this year.

Last night I watched Weeds with Bill. Well he was partially awake and only watched part of it.

What a surprise ending. Blew me away enough that I might have ruined the season finale with my reaction of the Facebook.

I certainly would not have expected the HBO/Showtime crossover with Eric draining Esteban of his Mexican blood, and neither should you.

Then I watched Letterman and Conan, alternating during commercial breaks. The Dirty Projectors were on Letterman and Pitbull, a reggaeton singer was on Conan. I opted for the Dirty Projectors.

Today, like I said, was quiet. The streets of Hoboken were devoid of kids. I made tentative plans to go gallery hopping next week sometime. There will be different shows than those that were hanging in July when I went with Annemarie and Earl.

Juan has extended me an invitation to visit him in Trenton but with his schedule he will have to tell me when it would be good since I have no set schedule to speak of, really.

And Pedro mentioned a visit to Otisville again this Friday but I am waiting to hear whether or not that’s still going on.

And Billie in DC has invited me down to Washington DC, perhaps in October if I’m not working, and I might even be able to go down there for the march on Washington. But that, as most everything else remains to be seen.

So things are low key and percolating along nicely.

Bill is at rehearsal tonight, getting ready for a reading in a week or so. He’s also singing at a NY Liberty game a little ways down the way, I think on the 14th. The play is the 14th, NY Liberty is the 8th.

Weather permitting, it would be a good reason to doff the suit and tie. Believe it or not I’ve been jonesing for it.

When the weather gets cooler and things start happening, I’ll be going out on interviews wearing a suit and tie.

I don’t know how guys do it during the summer. I think they really don’t spend any time on the street. They go from air conditioned apartment or house to air conditioned Town Car to air conditioned office. Maybe an out of office air conditioned lunch and then back to the air conditioned office.

Me, I like to walk and that makes me sweat like a horse.

That is what you get for shank’s mare I guess.