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12.05.02 8:50pm
If you haven't heard OK Computer, do yourself
a big favor. Ch, ch, ch, check it out. One of the best albums to get under
my skin in years. I have to give due credit to Skini P. He told me it
would become my favorite Radiohead album before long. How right he was. Last
post's lyric quote was from that album, incidentally, a song called Let Down
that's beautiful and sad and true.
Thanksgiving was good. Met some nice folks, had some great food,
went out for a drink and bumped into some friends. A nice surprise and a great
end to the evening. I'm thankful for low-rise jeans, beer and Radiohead this year.
I'm thankful for friends who talk with me on the phone 'til 6:00AM. I'm thankful
for the altrustic people I know that poke holes in my thick skin 'till I notice
the drops of belief coming out from underneath. I'm thankful that Marcus Aurelius
wrote down what he was thinking and didn't just keep it to himself. I'm thankful
for the sweet words that come to me from miles away.
I'm just passing through
Just visiting
The things I own
Are all on loan
I'm walking again
No more crutches
I'm talking with friends
And laughing
Look around
Can you believe it?
We all get what we ask for
The sqealing of baby pigs
Will go on and on
Until they're indulged
They get what they want
The sirens can be heard
From miles away
Someone is coming
To the rescue
It was scary
But it's over now
You were amazing
We don't know how to thank you
We're taking your shift
You've done more than enough
You can go now
And get some rest
Here's something now
To help you sleep
With no dreams
And no more shaking
Look around
Can you believe it?
We all get what we ask for
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11.25.02 3:46pm
So I had this idea. Two of my roommates live sans cable TV and
internet access at home. They're very studious people, though I
don't mean to imply that they're boring, far from it, but they're
very dedicated to their chosen professions and I find this quality
admirable. Probably because it's so very alien to me. I admire it
from way, way off, the way you might look at pictures in National
Geographic of some indigenous tribe in the Congo and say 'man, that
thing they do with the eggshells in their hair is really cool'.
So I had this idea. I'd get rid of cable and broadband at home and
somehow this lack of ingredients would become the recipe for a
life of reading, dedication and all around good living. It worked for
a while. I played the bass a lot more, read a few books, bought a violin;
it was a very productive time. And then...
Like a crackhead out of rehab after two months, missing a few NA meetings
here and there, kidding himself that he isn't jonesin' for
hit, I broke. I ordered it all back, it was installed Saturday
and I LIKE IT! I stayed home all day yesterday and watched movies.
I'd never seen Waterworld, Mad Max or Braveheart and now I have. It was
a great cinemabinge. Cable, I love you and I missed you. Can you ever
forgive me?
Croutons suck. They're not some fancy addition to a good salad. They're
the creation of cheapskate chef's who're unwilling to just throw that
stale bread away.
Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Dissappointed people
Clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it's so,
So dissappointing
Let down and hangin' around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hangin' around
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9.05.02 4:42pm
What are YOU looking at?
The things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
And history put's a saint in every dream
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8.22.02 5:20pm
Last night The Luscious Oprhan treated
to an extended reading of "The Frog King: A Love Story", by Adam
Davies. I find myself on the other side of the old crappy TV movie
dilemma: "I watched the first half, and now I just have to see how
it ends." I heard the end of this tale and now I just HAVE to know
how it all ended up that way. I must say that this is one of the
wittiest authors I've come across in quite some time. The dialogues
are hilarious and affectionate, there's some very tough subject
matter (sexual abuse, orphan children)that's handled deftly and
fearlessly, and a whole love story that's tell's the truth without
being Hallmarkian. I wish I had the damn thing, I'd include some
passages, but I have to buy it first. The Luscious Orphan doesn't
lend out her books. Ah well , you can't have your cake and pizza
too! Am I coming in clear? Can you hear me now? Is this thing on?
Syballynx, Syballynx....
I need some new music to jazz me up.
Radiohead is still kicking my ass but they can't be the only serious
band out there. My email link is over there to the left. If you want
to turn a brother on to some dope shaznique, click that biznatch.
I'm wide open, I'm under the net, FEED ME!
Ambition makes you look pretty
ugly Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy You don't
remember You don't remember Why don't you remember my
name? Off with his head, man Off with his head, man Why
don't you remember my name?
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8.20.02 6:50pm
So I walk in to the office of Ms. Lisa
Nieves to say hello. Before I can get it out she on about "Wallace I
want to go to New York this weekend, I just got to get away, I
haven't been there in so long"
I said "Want some
company?"
Blam! We're going to New York! I booked a room,
we're renting a car and splittin' everything down the middle. I was
going to go alone in mid September. I'm so psyched. I haven't ben to
NY since 1990. Times Square still had all the peep shows and nudie
bookstores. I bought some really good MaryJane there and set off the
smoke alarm in the hotel with it. My friend and I couldn't have been
any more paranoid than at that moment. "Dude, everyone knows we're
WAISTED!!!"
We may take Friday off so we can leave early. I'm
telling Lisa she has 3 personal days and like 4 sick days at her
disposal and she's agonizing over whether or not to use one. Poor
dear, she has a conscience and a work ethic. Que lindo!
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8.08.02 3:10pm
My brain huts from lack of sleep so
instead of trying to think, I'll share some quotes from minds better
rested than mine.
"Consistency is the last resort of the
unimaginative" ~Oscar Wilde
"Politeness is the art of
choosing among your thoughts." ~Madame de Stael
"It is better
to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are
not"
"The envious die not once, but as often as the envied
win applause." ~Baltasar Gracian
"Resentment is like taking
poison and waiting for someone else to die." ~Unknown
"Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You
must set yourself on
fire."
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8.01.02 7:10pm
Happy Birthday Amillion!!!!
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7.31.02 3:20am
Friends come and go, but moles on your skin are
forever. I live and work with a guy we'll call E-Dog. He's decided
to move back to where he hails from, Minnesota. This is what you get
for letting yourself get attached to people. They just whimsically
fly away. I often think of what to do when I'm meeting someone and
the conversation is flowing like lava and I think I like the person.
I need a defence system, something to shoot down the Scud missiles
of affection and warmth I'm assaulted with. Something like
this:
Look, you seem like a nice enough person, really, but
the thing is, I just don't have any room in my life for new
friends.
I think I saw that in a movie. I've learned
everything I know from the movies and a few things from my prison
stretch. Anyhoo, I've got to find away to ward off these would-be
new friends. Perhaps, when I meet someone new I'll just repeat
everything they say. That's pretty annoying. Can't see anyone
getting attached to that.
I'm going to miss E-Dog and his
misadventures with women, his complaint that food won't just cook
itself, his constant striving to make everything in his life more
portable. Also, he's an upgrade slave, so it was nice to buy last
years models from him at huge discounts while he went out and bought
the latest and greatest.It was like living with a crackhead.
Eventually, everything is on sale. We had lunch together today and
it struck me that this sort of thing will all soon be over.
Everything is impermanent.
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7.029.02 2:31am
Life is one big adventure. Sometimes. I went to
Pravda 116 last night. I loved it. I danced a lot, talked a lot,
drank a lot, laughed a lot. I went with five people and that's the
way to do it. Someone always wants to dance, someone always wants to
talk, someones always on the way to the bar and asking if you need
anything. Good DJ too. Goot times.
Went to Harvard Square
today and as soon as I get out of the subway I hear a woman singing
beautifully in Spanish. I sat and listened for a while and bought
her CD. Marta Gomez is her name and I'll be upping her MP3s soon.
Her voice is sweet and airy, a little like Astrud Gilberto. Wrapped
up my day with Super 88, love that place, chicken legs 45 cents a
pound.
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7.25.02 5:01pm
Yo voy a bailar esta noche.
Having a doctor
in the 'haaaas' has it's advantages. I've had this sort of mark on
my belly for a while that I haven't been able to identify. Somewhere
in the dark, damp recesses of my id the idea bloomed that it was a
metastatic melanoma (wicked deadly skin cancer) and that I would
soon perish for being to lazy to use a sun block. Well, the other
night I'm messing with my coiff (pronounce: Kwaff) in the bathroom
and Dr. Tom walks by. So I ask him and he takes a look and assures
me that it is not a melanoma. Then he goes and grabs this
dermatology book he has and shows me several examples of melanoma to
assure me further. Nice. Saved me a $10 co-pay at my doctors office
and a twenty minute, sweaty palmed anxiety attack it his waiting
room. Shouts to Tom, whom I will now refer to as O-Dog. I have a
physician and a therapist living with me. So if I O.D. or have a
psychotic break, I'm in the best apartment in Brookline. Now all we
need is a dentist.
I've been enjoying these last few days
immensely, hanging out with The Lucious Orphan, playing guitar and
reading. Sometimes it doesn't cost more than ten bucks to have a
great time. I'm reading Hannibal and it's sucking wind. I don't
think I'll finish it.
I'm still at work at 5:30 and people
are filing out, saying good night and it looks as though I'm working
my ass to the bone. If you know me then you know why that's
funny.
I read this quote on one of my client's wall and I
thought it was cool. Sounds like U.S. foreign policy to me. I'll buy
a beer for the first person to email me with the author's
name.
"I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him
carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very, very
sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all possible means-
except by getting off his back."
Secretaries pout and preen Like cheap tarts in a red
light street But all he ever thinks to do is watch And every
single meeting with his so-called superior Is a humiliating kick
in the crotch
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7.20.02 8:35pm
So I was lollygagging around Coolidge Corner as is
my habit on the weekends. I pop into the video store and see that
Sam I Am is now available. Let me just say that I didn't know what I
was doing. I thought I'd have a quiet afternoon with a good
movie.
I've never cried so many times in one movie in my
life. I didn't expect that. I expected Sean Penn to be good, not
impeccable. I didn't expect to fall madly in love with Michelle
Pfeiffer. She's enormously beautiful, and an older woman to boot, go
figure. Of course it didn't hurt at all that the soundtrack is
peppered with Beatles songs that sing to me from my first memories
of childhood. My older brothers played Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road so
consistently that I knew every word of every song by the time I was
maybe seven. And then there's the little girl. She couldn't possibly
have been more adorable, and a really good actress, and infinitely
charming.
My best friend is the father of two beautiful girls
and I secretly envy him. Little girls make you want to be a hero and
they remind you of all the right reasons to be one. It has nothing
to do with being cool, tough, rich or clever. It has everything to
do with seeing someone so frail and beautiful and hopeful and
knowing in your guts that you will never, ever let any harm come to
them for as long as you live. I imagine all this from afar. I don't
think it's entirely imagination. Some things you just know right in
your bones.
I'll add this. You don't need a daughter to know
someone so beautiful and lovely that you would endure anything and
face any threat to make damn sure that no harm will ever come to
them. I think that's at least some small fraction of what love is.
It's when someone is more important than your schedule, your logic,
your fears and your plans. It's really something.
Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles await you
when you rise Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing
a lullaby
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7.18.02 1:50pm
Oyster crackers. Basically blisters of flour and
salt. Nothing more. But. While staring at a bag of them as if it
were promised they'd lead to some life altering epiphany, I did
notice this. If you were four inches tall, they would look like huge
loaves of bread. As it is though, I'm five feet something and they
look like Pilsbury Doughboy droppings.
The Stearns Cafe will
be undergoing a few rennovations soon and then we will be accepting
reservations once again. For after hours soirees, please call two
days in advance.
I can juggle and do back flips. Do you know
any cool
tricks?
I was watchin' while you were dancing away Our
love got fractured in the echo and sway How come everybody wants
to be your friend You know that it still hurts me just to say
it
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7.13.02 7:32am
Sometimes life can surprise you. You may find
yourself heading out, expecting nothing, having a good time with
friends, but nothing extraordinary and then, from out of nowhere, it
can turn into something wonderful. And beautiful. It helps me
maintain a certain reverance for life. Far too often the surprises
you get are either simply sucky or downright awful. If you get too
many of those, you can grow a thick skin and lose your faith and
think of life as something simply to be endured until it's over. I
don't know about you but that doesn't sound too appetizing to me. So
when those great days come out of nowhere, I don't take them
lightly. It's the stuff that keeps me on this side of apathy,
despair, and
weariness.
I'm not as clever as I thought I was I'm not the
boy I used to be because You showed me something different You
showed me something pure I always seemed so certain But I was
really never sure
Sting My
Funny Friend and Me
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7.09.02 1:15am
Man, can't seem to shake this cold. It's like that
feeling I've had since I was sixteen or so, a deep suspicion that
the government is tracking my every move, operatives everywhere,
some of them my friends, co-workers, the lady at Dunkin Donuts that
smiles just a little too long. Funny feeling, just can't shake it.
It's like this cold I've had since World Cup final Sunday. I just
can't shake it. I'm going in circles. I want my mommy.
I eat
my own flesh, how 'bout you? I get these calluses on my thumb from
playing bass and I chew the edge off and chew it all up. My
philosophy here is that any proteins that I've worked hard enough to
assimilate aren't getting away that easy. Do you have any weird
habits that you feel you may be alone with but are dying to tell
someone? Email me. I'll understand.
Did you notice that the
word "weird" breaks the i before e except after c rule?
The
first floor of my house is a daycare center and when I get home from
work I hear four or five little beans saying "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Wallace." It's nice. I hang out for a few minutes, talk to them. Sam
finds my job endlessly fascinating. Sam's mom works with me so she
tells him when I come by and fix her computer. To a four year old
kid that's just one small step away from working for NASA. The great
thing is that when I tire of them I can walk away. I didn't sire any
of them. Well, I'm not claiming any.
I'm listening to some
salsa music and I think I recall someone I know saying they had a
salsa CD they weren't crazy about and that I could have it. Am I
right about this? I think I'm right.
Don't
worry.
Walked out this morning Don't believe what I
saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shore Seems
I'm not alone at being alone Hundred billion castaways Looking
for a home I'll send an SOS to the world I'll send an SOS to
the world
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7.09.02 1:15am
Paying off credit card at Structure: $20.00
A
few drinks at Limbo: $18.00
Selling my items on ebay:
$201.95
Talking to Paul and Alex on the stoop:
Priceless
Cheesey? You bet. But who cares.
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7.07.02 8:05pm
Here's some excperpts from Plan
BThe easy answer was Lindsey's tempting metaphor. She
was too young to settle down and needed to get out and see the
world. It was a recurring theme in our breakup and the one I chose
to be the party line. A safe, acceptable notion, which didn't point
to any serious flaws or deficiencies on on anyone's part. But the
assignment of blame was an inevitable component of my increasingly
obsessive postmortems, and in my darker moments after she was gone I
was haunted by the silent implication in that excuse, that she
wouldn't have felt that way if there hadn't been something lacking
in me. "Hey, did I wake you", Jack said. "Don't worry
about it. I had to get up anyway to answer the
phone." He even has the good taste to quote Kurt
Vonnegut. Good book. Finished it last night.
Well it's hard to tell the poison from the
cure Harder still to know the reason why, why, why The only
thing I really know for sure Is that another day, Another
day's gone by
Never to be wrong Never to make promises
that break It's like singing in the wind Or writing on the
surface of a lake
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7.05.02 11:06pm
I am an american and, as such, I'm aloud
to be an entertainment junky without fear of the judgement of my
peers. Sure, I kick it once in a while, go straight for a few weeks
and read non-fiction, socialize and the like. Inevitably though,
there's no one to be had on the phone, or you're plum out of
expendable scratch, or your sick and don't want to be patient zero
among your group of friends. Sometimes, without any excuses, you
know you just need a good fix. This was my week for
relapse.
I bought Trainspotting on DVD. If you've
seen it then no explanation is necessary. If you haven't then you'r
a punter and you should turn off the History channel, stop listening
to that gash music you fancy and go out and rent it. It's the story
of three heroin addicts and their mates in Scottland, "a country
colonized by wankers". It's hilarious, it has a great soundtrack and
scenes that will be tatooed into your memory for a long
while.
I also bought Tombstone on VHS. An
excellent western about Wyatt Earp and his posse with great
performances all around and a truly brilliant bit of work by Val
Kilmer. While the other actors are excellent they mainly play
themselves with a southern accent. Val Kilmer creates an an entire
character, from manner of speech, attitude, a walk, a surly look in
the eyes and many memorable lines. It's such a treat to watch
someone do something they do extremely well. It always seems to
tickle that part of me still believes that anything is
possible.
And finally, for good measure I rented
A Beautiful Mind. Much better than I expected. I'm usually weary of
big budget Hollywood hash starring big budget actors like Russell
Crowe. I have to say that he did a fine job and the movie got me
with it's suprises, a few very touching scenes and a good script
based on a real person, John Nash. The film is essentially about
genius, mental illness and love. I want a wife like he had someday.
Not today, but someday.
I'm taking a break from
non-fiction and reading Plan B by Jonathan Tropper. So far it's a
thirty someting love story that I usually wouldn't bother with but I
find myself falling in love with the girl in the book right along
with the main character. Sorry guys, I'm know I'm not supposed to
say this sort of thing in public but it's true. There's a scene
where they first talk on a park bench in the snow it's the kind of
stuff all of us dream about. Unless of course you're already in love
(the guy at the buffet rarely complains of hunger) or your DEAD
INSIDE and you have thick scar tissue on your soul. Either way
you're
hopeless.
I was wondering if you'd come along Hold my head
when my head won't hold on I'll do the same if the same's what
you want If not I will go
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7.03.02 1:49pm
I'm dreaming of a lake in Maine. The
perfect place to be on a day like this one. Now, if it were only in
walking distance...
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7.01.02 11:49pm
OK, I try not to gripe here too often so
please indulge me this one time. Here's the list of things I need to
bitch about:
I've lost my MP3 player. Hundred twenty bucks in
the toilet
We have no one to take our room yet, so I have to
pay a 3rd of that room's rent
I've come down with a cold that
makes it hard to breathe in normal weather, forget about this soup.
My air conditioner leaks constantly so I can't keep it on
too long
I was declined for a loan that would have made my
current financial situation MUCH better
I've been trying to
sell a computer, real cheap, and so far I've had 0
responses
My feet smell
And other shit
MAN,
could I use a break.
You're innocent when you dream Tom Waits
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6.31.02 1:17am
The weekend was a blur. Saw Gun Metal
Grey Friday night. They're a metal band that Cappy, Paul and Alex
have know for years. I have to say that, though they don't resemble
anything I listen to regularly, I liked them a lot and had a great
time. Cormack was doing his DJ thang in between bands and he's
amazing. He's a scratch DJ from Ireland and he's been at it for over
ten years. I've never heard anything like it and it made me giddy
it's so cool. He also happens to be a hell of a nice guy. After the
show we all went back to our after hours joint and played and drank
and talked 'till well after the power went
out.
Saturday blurred into Sunday with practice,
a pop at the White Horse, and talking to some Irish guys on Paul's
stoop waiting for the World Cup final to start. Somewhere in there I
took a short nap and Justin disappeared, Sunny ran out of gas and
Brazil took the game, as if there was really ever any doubt. And now
I'm off to bed. Be good.
I'm just sitting here watchin' the wheels go round and
round I really love to watch them roll No longer riding on the
merry-go-round I just had to let it go I just had to let it
go
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6.28.02 6:04pm
It's not enough to just know what's good
for you. You have to actually do it. I'm sure most junkies know that
their smack habit isn't really going anywhere promising and it would
be good for them to kick it. Knowing that while they're spiking up
doesn't really do them much good at all.
Nothing to do to save his life Call his wife
in, Nothing to say but what a day, How's your boy
been? Nothing has changed, it's still the same I've got
nothing to say But it's OK
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6.26.02 4:38am
Justin, the drummer in our nameless
band, just dropped me off. The night of playing, drinking, seeing
James and Meganomics at the White Ho ended at Redneck's with a
political discussion. I'd previously thought that Justin's political
views were so right wing that we'd never arrive at anything more
that a superficial crowing at each other from very distant barns. I
have to confess I was reading Daniel Quinn's "The Story of B" and
Noam Chaomsky's "The Common Good" the last time we talked about
anything political, so my views at the time were a bit soaked in the
left side of the schoolyard. Having recovered from that immersion,
forgetting nothing, I can see that we're really not so far away from
each other. We both loathe the Oprah Winfried apologists who won't
say anything they really think unless it's already been stamped as
acceptable by the people who's live's are devoted to examining our
contemporary newspeak, political correctness. Paul was there and as
has always been his way he chimed in here and there but stayed out
of it a great deal. I wonder if he's resigned himself to the
futility of political discussions among people who, aside from the
power to vote, are otherwise politically impotent ( no PAC money to
wield, no fathers with huge pull in any form of legislature or
industry). Then I wonder if he's just a little bit wiser than me.
Maybe he won't pretend to any huge convictions that he doesn't feel
strongly about just for the sake of a spicy conversation. I find
this aspect of his personality lamentable and admirable at the same
time. I think maybe he plays it safe and I'd like to hear more about
his take on things. Then again, maybe he's smart enough to know what
he doesn't know. If the latter is the case, my hat is off. I'm
rarely smart enought to know, and then admit, what I don't know.
I've often found myself in a perpetual state of adolescence,
thinking 'well, NOW I've got it figured out'. I can't imagine how I
could maintain such a ludicrous notion when my own life continually
knocks me upside the head and says:
"Yeah, you've figured a
few things out, but you've got a long way to go."
I
sincerely crave the humility to say that I don't have a clue.
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6.25.02 5:15am
So, my new plan is to find some
disablility that can get me an extended leave of abscence but does
not prevent me from swimming in a lake. I'm thinking some sort of
mental illness is just the ticket. I could try the Klinger thing
from M*A*S*H and come to work in flower print dresses and big hats.
Then again, I work at a university where they're always stressing
tolerance and diversity. They'd probably just call me Daisy and tell
me to keep stepping.
No, something a little more
frightening is needed here I think. Something edgy. If someone comes
up to me and asks: "Wallace, did you do that file transfer for
Dr. Shitzengiggles yet?" "Why bother? It's all going to end. All
of it...ALL OF IT!" Then I could mumble some Beatles lyrics to
myself, something cryptic like "one two three four five six seven,
all good children go to heaven", over and over again as I rub the
back of my head. Yeah, that's the ticket. That'd make ME nervous.
sticks and
stones will break my bones, but i always will be true, and
when your mama is dead and gone, i'll sing this lullabye just
for you, and what becomes of all the little boys, who never
comb their hair, well they're lined up all around the
block, on the nickel over there.
Tom Waits On
the Nickel
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6.24.02 4:59pm Children's
Hospital is looking for volunteers in the fall. 6.24.02
3:02pm Lunch today at the Chinese meals-on-wheels.
$2.95. Allow me to explain. There's this vehicle that looks like a
swollen ice cream truck that parks just outside my office from about
10:30am to 3:00pm. Of course they have one of those jet engines in
there somewhere that blows the smell of searing chicken wings and
garlicky goodness for a quarter mile radius. That's more effective
than serving the food topless in my opinion. Today I got the chicken
wings on a bed of fried rice. Now here's my gripe. I
don't know if this is true for everyone, but in my home town fried
rice was a dark, greasy, kind of dirty looking affair. It stuck to
your ribs and you could definately tell it was fried in the fat of
some unfortunate beast. The rice on this truck is nothing more than
plain white rice that seems to be 'tinted' with some sort of tanning
agent. It's not greasy. There's no egg beat up into it. There's no
pieces of bergundy colored pork in it. Instead, it's light and
fluffy and has carrots and peas and is about as flavorful as wet
sawdust. It doesn't have anything in it that came from any animals.
I dont know about you, but it always makes me feel a little kingly
to know that several beasts made the ultimate sacrifice for me when
I sit down to lunch. I asked for fried rice and I get Buddha's
Guiltless Karma Free rice instead. Where are the irreverant cretans
that make rice for men? Had lunch with Yen and
one of his napkins took off on a wind gust for points south. Yen's a
conscietious chap so he takes of at a half jog to retrieve it. Of
course (i'm sure you can see this already) as soon as he get's close
enough to put a paw on it the thing leaps up and does it's erratic
butterfly pattern for another meter or two, and on and on. All the
while I can hear this napkin in the tiniest of voices singing: "Na
na na na nah nah, you ca-an't get me." Yen finally tackles his prey
and comes back to sit down, sweat now beading off of his forehead
like Albert Brooks in Broadcast news. He says, "Man, I felt like
Rocky when he was trying to catch the chicken." Damn that's
funny.
Tonight I'll shave the mountain I'll cut the hearts
from pharoahs I pull the road off of the rise Tear the
memories from my eyes And in the morning I'll be gone I drink
1000 shipwrecks Tonight I'll steal your paychecks I paint the
sheets across my bed The birds will all fly from my head And
in the morning I'll be gone
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6.24.02 3:24am
Here's a cool line from Hocus Pocus by
Kurt Vonnegut. The main character was an officer in Viet Nam who's
wife and mother's minds were boobytrapped with a gene that makes
them go insane around middle age. He's talking to one of his many
romantic conquests:
"You know what you should tell the next
girl that's dumb enough to fall in love with
you?"
"What?"
"Welcome to Viet Nam."
The moon was beautiful tonight. It had a few
thin clouds streaming across the face of it as if some giant cat had
become annoyed with it and had scraped it with it's
claw.
I'm wondering what my friend Sam might be
up to right at this moment. He's in Amsterdam and I keep imagining
him surrounded by blonde girls who love the way those Americans
talk. I know that's a very typical fantasy but I hope I'm not too
far off for his sake. And I hope he's taking lot's of
pictures.
Here's a new shitty development. We had
this girl ready to take the room we have for rent on July 1st. So
we've had several more calls about it and we just say the room's
taken. So this girl calls tonight to say her grandmother's ill and
she has to fly to Budapest right away and won't be able to take the
room. BIATCH! Now each of us has to cover 1/3 of another room's rent
if we can't sell that shaz by July first. This is a huge pile of
suck. This is a fuckall sandwich with extra suck sauce. I'm going to
have to get a second job. My bills always seem to rise to meet my
income and lately, exceed it.
SUCK!
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6.23.02 1:37am
Well.... I'm back at it. Looks
like I have another commissioned portrait in the works. Dr. Krakauer
in social medicine popped in on me while I was working and said that
he really liked my drawings and asked if I sold them. We hashed it
out. He has a girlfriend he's quite fond of and her birthday is
coming up. Nice guy. Spends most of his time traveling in asia doing
research. He told me about all the best places to go if you happen
to be in Viet Nam or China.
I'm reading Kurt
Vonnegut again and it's like hearing from an old friend. He was one
of my favorite authors early on and I've come back to find he's
still as witty, warm and insightful as I remembered. He has an
enormous affection for the human race coupled with an uncanny
appreciation for it's pathos. To hold those two attitudes
simultaneously is and admirable thing.
Perpective
is such a beautiful thing and, I've found, if you just catch your
breath and slow down a bit, it comes quite naturally. What once
seemed like a dire emergency can suddenly take it's rightful place
in the events of your life. When you're very young and you fall down
and smash your knee on a rock you cry and it seems as if the pain
will never stop. A few of these bumps and you dont cry anymore. You
know that the pain will soon be gone.
Perspective.
Another thing. Emotions, if you
don't cling to them and keep prodding at them over and over in your
mind, will pass through like a thundershower in June. The Buddha
said that a long time ago but I'm slow to cath
on.
Played music with Cappy, Paul and Mark
tonight. Justin didn't come. He showed up last Saturday and no one
was there so he wasn't making that mistake again, by cracky. I've
seen my friends touch true greatness when I play with them. It's
very inspriring. I know some truly remarkable people. And they keep
me laughing and that's about as good as it gets. I played a song I
recently wrote and it's quite an experience to hear it with a full
band. It's a keeper.
Paul, I'm thinking Italy
sounds good. How 'bout we shoot for
October?
Here's a bit of a song we played tonight
that I had the pleasure of singing. It always reminds me of my
brother Lawrence. He led a tumltuous life filled with more heartache
than any one person should have to bear. I'll say this about him. He
was always very good to me. He also wrote some beautiful songs. I'll
always walk a bit in his shadow. He taught me my very first song on
the guitar, Rocky Raccoon, and he did it with the patience of a
saint. I was quite young at the time and my fingers could barely
stretch far enough to make the open G7 chord. There are some people
in my life that I will sorely miss for the rest of my days. I wish
everyone I know now could meet my dad. He was one of the kindest,
gentlest souls I've ever known. I know most people think their dad
is cooler than your dad but if the friends I have now could meet him
I think they'd have to hand it to me. There are some things you just
can't do a fucking thing about. Anyway, here's the song.
How I wish How I wish you were
here We're just two lost souls Swimmin' in a fish bowl Year
after year Running over the same old ground Have we
found The same old fear? Wish you were
here
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6.01.02 8:50pm
Here's something VK said about his girlfriend, Kim.
I hope he doesn't mind me posting it.
"I'd consider myself
blessed to spend the rest of my life with her."
That's just
about the nicest thing I've heard anyone say about his/her mate in a
long time.
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6.01.02 3:50pm
I'm on my way to financial ruin. I can't stop going
out at night. I'm going to need a time lock device to chain myself
to my radiator after 6:00pm. So I'm sitting at home last night with
the very best intentions of staying in, practicing the bass and
maybe painting my room. Skini P (one of Satan's minions) calls me to
tell me VK wants to meet him at Aqua. I've never been there. My
plans for a quiet night are starting to unravel, but I hold on. I
tell P that I'm not sure, call me when you're ready to head out. I
remind myself that my credit card balances are swelling up like
Sylvester Stallone's eyelids in Rocky. Meganomics calls (she checked
with Satan first for a status on my resolve to avoid debauchery) and
says she's all dressed up and no place to go. She's got a car. Flit,
shzzz, flit flit, the fabric of my intent coming apart with a
quickness now. And it's gone. We head to Aqua and are turned away at
the door like Jehova's witnesses because Skini P is wearing
sneakers. I hear the music coming out of Aqua and I'm actually
relieved. Sounds like the shit you'd hear in some suburban 'hot
spot', jammin 94 shaznique. I suggest Felt. I also suggest that
Skini P buy a pair of ten dollar shoes ASAP. Felt is nice. The
music's much better, we all get to yammering and VK joins us after
about 45 min. I'm feeling really toasty by now and all of my friends
are beautiful. I'm about to suggest a group hug when Skini P in his
clairvoyance flashes me a bit of the ole stink-eye. Never really
liked him. Last call comes WAY too early and I'm cursing the
Pilgrims for staining our little colony with their fear of
drunkeness and the gyration of the flesh. If the Pilgrims had been
Vikings instead, I might be telling a very different story here. Ah
well, VK and Paul want to get back to watch the World Cup. Good
times, good times.
You're sending me
tulips mistaken for lilies You give me your lip after punching
me silly You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
If I had any sense now I wouldn't want it back again
New
Amsterdam it's become much too much Till I have the possession
of everything she touches Till I step on the brakes to get out
of her clutches Till I speak double dutch to a real double
duchess
Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
Clock all the faces that move in on your block Twice shy and
dog tired because you've been bitten Everything you say now
sounds like it was ghost-written
New Amsterdam it's become
much too much Till I have the possession of everything she
touches Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess
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5.30.02 10:35pm
Went to Wonderbar tonight. I set myself up front
row. I watch this guy play piano. Never looks at the keys. Really
good. Fair enough. Then, as the set breaks, he gets up on the
upright bass. Plays beautifully, never looks at the neck. Now I'm
saying WTF?. How many lives has this guy live to play both so well.
So I asked him. He says;
Practice. Eighteen years of
practice.
If that's not enough, check this out. They take a
ten minute break and in the interim I fantasize about jumping in on
the bass. I'm thinking 'what if I just jumped on the bass and
started playing "So What", the first track off "Kind of Blue" '. I
swim in this reverie for a few minutes and make my way to the men's
room. On the way out the band starts up again. I'll give you $2 if
You can guess what song they played. Synchronicity, mental
magnetism, happenstance? I don't know. Did it bring a fat smile to
my face? Yes it did. You can go swimming in jazz.
My lyrical
quotes are no longer in italics and I don't know why. Wish I knew a
good web designer.
The drawing of Sam and Mook is lookin'
good. Almost ready for delivery
Jared is a funny
bastard.
VK is smarter than the average bear.
I think
the BC idea was a good one. All those in favor say
aye.
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5.29.02 2:03am
It's like Ice said, 'I got to say it was a good
day'.
Playing music with guys you'd hang out with anyway
beats just about anything I can think of. Almost anything. Dez and
Cormack stopped in and Meganomics popped in later. Onward we we went
after the Heinekens were exhausted. Onward to the White Horse with
Skini P., Justin and Megan. I have the luxury of hanging out with
some very funny people. Sam called me in a state of delirious
extatica because he's been chosen for this modeling gig he tried out
for. I understand his glee. I passed an audition for a TV commercial
once and there's no escaping that delight when you realize "they
picked me". Makes you feel a little special. Way to go Sam, I told
you you were a handsome mother scratcher.
I want to go out
into the woods with a big tent, My Tent, and a monkey and lots of
canned food and chill for about a month. I will take my discolored
comforter that held my dirty ragamuffin frame for longer than any
self-respecting fabric would. I want to dig a hole just for the hell
of it. I want to make a pile of rocks, my own little contribution to
the monuments of the world. I want a sense of something sacred. My
life just keeps blowing my mind. I'm thirty-four and I feel a long,
long way from old. I have a sense of awe and wonder like I did when
I was twelve. That tickle you get in your mind when you're young and
you look up at the sky and first ponder that idea that it just goes
on and on forever. I have something else as well that I haven't had
in any significant supply since I was about twelve. Faith. I am a
very lucky man. I've done precious little to deserve my good
fortune. I find myself wanting for very little. More patience
perhaps, but little else.
Day one.
You say goodbye And I say hello. Hello, hello. I
don't know why you say goodbye I say hello Why why why why why
why Do you say goodbye, goodbye....
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5.25.02 4:07am
I think accepting life exactly as it is is essential
to achieving any wisdom or lasting happiness, however far that
reality may sway from our own notions of a perfect world.
None of us is guaranteed even one more day on earth. The time we
spend with people we love and care about is a precious, precious
thing indeed. It's funny how realizing nothing is permanent can lead
to a feeling of reverence rather than dejection. It can also lead to
a true sense of detachment, of not clinging to what is no longer or
what we'd prefer. I suspect that this is the detachment that
Buddhists speak of, a true sense of surrender to what is real. In my
younger days I used religion and detachment to withdraw emotionally
from the less palatable, more painful aspects of life. It was really
nothing more that denial shaped into a mask of piety. This is a far
cry from letting go. I once heard a quote that struck me as rather
wise when I was dabbling, at times seriously, with religion.
Imagine a perfect world. Good. Now imagine that God, in his
infinite wisdom, has imagined it a little better than you just did.
Even if you have no religious disposition and you're a die-hard
rationalist reality is still the 'truth' that philosophers seek and
it is worthy of reverence, however uncomfortable that may be at
times. Anything other than the acceptance of truth sets you swimming
against a mighty river. It's futility is embarrassing. Though you
may make a few yards against the current, you will eventually become
exhausted and be swept swiftly down stream, against your will. Much
better to surrender, float, and enjoy the adventure the best you
can. You might just find yourself someplace much better than where
you thought you belonged. That's what I think
anyway.
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5.20.02 3:10pm
I read reviews of Tom Waits and Elvis Costello's
newest records in the Phoenix today. These guys are two heavyweights
in the songwriting field and I've been transfixed by them for years.
The point is that I'll be heading down to the Virgin Megaplex to
pick up some CeeDees. I'll let you know what I think of them soon,
after I swoon, sometime in June.
I know a girl got my mind in a mess I never
heard her say goodnight and God bless She's not the only flame in
town
And when we're alone we never quarrel I'm miles away
now here's the moral She's not the only flame in
town
She's not the only flame in town She's got to stop
thinking that I'm carrying this torch around
He struck a
match and it lit up her face We should have struck a match
girl To burn down the whole place Now you're not the only
flame in town
But you blew hot and cold Turned my heart to
a cinder And with each passing day You're less tender and more
tinder Now you're not the only flame in town
She's not the
only flame in town She's got to stop thinking that
I'm carrying this torch around I know a girl got my mind in a
mess
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5.15.02 4:28pm
Sometimes shit just happens. I've been playing music
with my droogs for about a year and a half, off and on. We have a
practice space that we use as a juke joint, hang out, drink beer,
invite friends over to hang out and drink beer and, occasionally
play some music. Enter Alex Charalambides. He's been mining his
scull and writing poetry for awhile and one day he pops in and tears
into one of his pieces. I heard a distinct tempo for it so I laid
out a simple bass line. Cappy joined in and Alex Lumb laid down a
nice thick beat. And shamazamadooda, we had a song.
Since then we've repeated this experiment with some shaznoogie
that Paul and Cappy have written. Then Paul got his Boomerang and
all hell broke loose. So our friend B-verb is studying at Emmerson
and invites us in to record. We through down three tracks. I never
gave any of this much thought, it just happened as time went by. We
practiced last night and got a lot done. Today, I come home a tad
early from work and throw a mix in of our songs. And suddenly, I'm
impressed. It sounds good, really good. If you've ever endeavored
into anything artistic before and your a bit like me then you've
probably oscillated between feeling genuinely talented and feeling
like a complete fraud, a poser, a charlatan. Listening to the
recording went a long way in dispelling this hobgoblin of self
doubt. I'm listening, I'm liking the songs, digging the band and
hey, what do you know, there's a bass line on every track. If I
didn't know better I'd say the guy sounds like he knows what he's
doing and now I find myself unable to say what I've said for about a
year and a half, 'I'm not really a bass player, I don't know what
the hell I'm doing.
This realization extends to every member of the band. I used to
tell people 'well, I'm not really in a band, I just hang out with a
few friends and we noodle around a bit, it's fun'. Nope, not so. We
are a band, replete with instruments, a front man, guitars and
drums. And it all happened while I wasn't really paying attention,
while I was busy making other plans. I feel a bit like a character
in a Talking Heads song.
You may find yourself Strapped to a Washburn bass You may
find yourself Singing at three AM In a dirty hole In the
Fenway And loving it You may ask yourself, well How did I
get here?
Maybe it's true, half of life is just showing up.
That's all I did. OK, I practiced a little and bought a lot of beers
for those guys so they wouldn't turn me out like a two dollah
hozack. Shit just happens sometimes.
"If I needed someone to love You're the one
that I'd be thinking of If I needed someone Carve your number
on my wall and Maybe you will get a call from me If I needed
someone"
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5.12.02 10:53am
This is the end of my vacation. I took a much needed
week off from work and now it's just about over. I don't think I'm
ready to go back. I didn't travel, just hung out with some old
friends and some new ones. A quick shout to Sam, Meganomics, Skini
P, Sunny, Joedy, Mook, Albert and Amillion, the hottest girl I've
ever known (you know who you are). Albert is moving to New York
today and I'm a bit jealous to be honest. He's going to be living in
Soho and paying less in rent than I'm paying to live in the People's
Republic of Brookline. Smoking is prohibited in any commercial
establishment and, though I'm not proud of it, I'm a smoker. This
law has the effect of saying we don't want YOUR kind round these
parts. While I'm bitchin', there's no nightlife in Brookline at all,
no jazz lounges, no record stores, no clubs where scantily clad
college hotties lurk. What a waste of valuable real estate. Here's
some things you can find a-plenty in Brookline. Thai food,
bookstores, fine Judaica, a kosher Chinese resteraunt, Starbucks and
it's clones, and two CVS pharmacies a block away from each other on
the same street. What a gas! I'm hoping Albert gets lonely, calls me
up and says 'hey, why don't you come down to the big apple this
weekend. You can crash at my place'. I think I'll send him some
books that will enhance his sense of isolation.
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"Let no man tether His own body to his dream, His
dream to someone else Oh no oh no"
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