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Johnny Du Lump

Back from work on this Wednesday. Everyone at work is getting on each others nerves. I guess it might be attributed to the fact that it’s tax time. I spent most of the day trying to be busy.

At one point I went out for one of my own errands which threw the office into disarray. I was gone for about 45 minutes and got a few phone calls asking if I had gone home for the day.

When I got back Vivek’s partner gave me a check for $8,000. He needed the cash and wanted to know if he should make it out to Cash or to me.

I told him cash since I didn’t have $8,000 for the check to clear. They weren’t going to give me the cash, not without something in my bank account. Something like $8,000.

Heard from Annemarie. She and her husband had driven down to Oakland CA to see Leonard Cohen. I wrote about the fiasco in getting the tickets and she wound up getting 2 pair. Luckily she was able to sell the extra set of tickets.

She said it was a wonderful show and that old Mr. Cohen was in fine form, playing for 3.5 hours. Not bad for a 74 year old geezer. I just can’t get into Leonard Cohen. I’ve tried but can’t seem to connect. I enjoy other people’s versions of his songs.

I really enjoyed the movie, I’m Your Man with Rufus and Martha Wainwright, Nick Cave, U2 and the dreaded Antony singing his songs at a show in Australia. I’m always willing to give Lenny another chance though.

Last night was a mild night. Bill came home just after Lawn Hors d’oeuvre SUV. It was a pretty good episode, touching on the case of the Austrian woman who was held captive for years by her father and sexually abused by him.

Today was also the Tea Bagging day. I was willing to participate and do some tea bagging myself, but it only works if someone is with you and I couldn’t find anyone willing.

I did try to see how the other tea bagging parties were going on around the country but couldn’t find any examples. Perhaps if I get a chance later I will check on X tube and catch some footage of frottage and tea bagging.

Or I can just watch John Waters ‘Pecker’ again and watch the tea bagging scenes there, with Martha Plimpton yelling ‘Trade is my life!’.

Not John Waters best in my book. That would be Hairspray which is a desert island movie for me.

Tonight I may go see an old friend of mine, John Williams play with his band, The Caterpillar Book. They’re playing at the Whiskey Bar which used to be Live Tonight and before that, The Beaten Path.

John used to play bass with the Cucumbers and was the chief technician at Skyline Studios where we both worked.

The funny thing is, I had seen the Cucumbers a handful of times, but I guess that since Jon and Deena were the front line, I didn’t pay much attention to the rhythm section. Lost is on at 9:00 which is when The Caterpillar Book is scheduled to go on.

I’ll record Lost and check out the band. That’s the plan.

Monkey Man

Well today is Tuesday and it’s been an odd day. Not as busy as I thought and no trip to the Indian consulate. Last night was Heroes with special guest Diana Scarwid who played the grown up daughter of Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. It was an ok episode.

That was followed by Keith Olbermann hosted by the other guy since Keith Olbermann was at the Mets opening game. I caught some of that when it was on at 8:00 but wound up playing guitar during that so I didn’t really pay attention.

Bill was off to bed a little while after that, leaving me with the news which was all about New York City getting a new Archbishop. That was almost enough to put me to sleep. Almost enough which was enough to make sleep really easy.

Waking up was easy too. Bill was up and getting ready as I shuffled past him to get to the shower. The shaving gel I used to use is no longer available so lately after putting conditioner on my goatee and stubble I use soap and water which does the job.

Bill was gone by the time I started getting ready. I was soon out on the street heading towards the bus stop. Read an interesting article on George Orwell in the New Yorker. Very entertaining and I found comfort in the adage that writers are contradictory by nature.

Once again the day was spent trying to be busy, finding things to do. I found an article that a former coworker from McMann and Tate was being sued for calling his former assistant HIV Boy. I knew this guy, worked around him for 9 months.

He’s a gruff and blustery bloke but never fund him to be homophobic and certainly not stupid enough to say things like that. He told me that the 24 Hour Party People movie was true to life for him, being a club goer in Manchester/Madchester when the Hacienda was going strong.

I went so far as to post that he wasn’t a homophobe on both the New York Daily News and the Post comments section. Not in my name, or this nom de blog, but my old sock puppet’s name.

I also friended him on Facebook. I’m pretty sure it’s a frivolous lawsuit and he’s a stand up chap, that Dean Crutchfield.

Other than that, it’s been another chilly gray day with rain. Not much going on. I have less than a year left at work.

This is my 1,245th entry which I think is fairly impressive. Almost everyday I’ve posted at least 500 words. Now it’s part of my life, so much that if I don’t write, I feel like something is wrong.

I do enjoy it, and never expected it to be such a part of my life. It hasn’t gone the way I envisioned it, but then again I really didn’t have much of a vision to do anything except to write at least 500 words.

I think Rand might have had a vision on what I should do, every day a new piece of fiction, but fiction is hard. I should write some fiction again soon.

I’ve only done it a handful of times on this here blog. An idea pops into my head every now and then.

The latest was a story about Lois DiLivio who wakes up one morning with platinum blond hair.

Somewhere down the line I suppose.