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Jul. 15th, 2009
12:00 am - "Young Adult" Wednesday One-Liners
Father to son: No five-year-old should be asking for Chilean sea bass for dinner.
--Joralemon & Court
Dapper man on cell: You used to be able to pass for twenty... uh... eight.
--Chelsea
Overheard by: Chuckell
Middle aged woman clutching Twilight book, trying to exit bus while reading: God! These novels for 13-year-olds make me hot!
--B7 Bus
Overheard by: i know, i love it too...
Prissy woman on cell: I don't care if he's six years old, he doesn't have to throw a fucking temper tantrum every time he wakes up. I mean, get over yourself.
--Washington Square
Overheard by: Eric
Guy to friend: I'm thirty years old now. I'm over thirty. I don't know how to live. I'm an "adult" now. But I don't know how to live--without someone taking care of me.
--F Train
Overheard by: Jason B
Older woman to almost-dead father: Dad, the doctor told me I have a 45-year-old vagina!
--Manhattan Office
Jul. 14th, 2009
11:25 pm - New Bumper Sticker & San Diego Free Shipping
The most common response I get to "I'm going to San Diego Comicon" is "I wish I could go to Comicon." So! As usual, I'm doing a free shipping sale to help make up for the fact that I wish we could all go to Comicon.
Also! A brand new bumper sticker I'll be debuting at the show:
PS: if you care to follow my cross-country travels on Amtrak, you should follow my new Tumblr blog: joebidenfanclub.com
10:50 pm
i absorb a lot from the energy of the people around me, and from the news i hear. i work to fight this, but it is what it is. forgive me for my weaknesses, as i fight to regain my strength
10:08 pm - My life according to .... CXS
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 10 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"
Pick your Artist:
The Cruxshadows
Describe yourself:
Heart on my Sleeve
How do you feel:
Adrift
Describe where you currently live:
East
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Into the Ether
Your favorite form of transportation:
Sleepwalking
Your best friend is:
Defender
What's the weather like?
Perfect
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
Eye of the Storm
What is life to you?
A Stranger Moment
Your last relationship:
Untrue
Your fear:
Monsters
What is the best advice you have been given?
Breathe
Thought for the day:
Even Angels Fall
My souls present condition:
Confusion
My motto:
Resist
10:00 pm - Meet the Guy Who Makes the Subway Doors Open
Crazy ranting black guy: My divinity is hot... my arrows can block the clouds. I wanna be the Imperial Leader for all time. My lizards will rule everyone. If y'all do what I say, things'll be fine.
Annoyed black lady, as he continues ranting: Whatever they gave him, it was too much. Oh my god! Why we gotta deal with this shit? Economic crisis and all, and still gotta deal with crazy people!
Crazy ranting black guy: Son, I open doors. Try to clap your heels three times and open doors like me--you can't do it! In prison, in the hood...
Annoyed black lady, now yelling: Why pick a train? Why not go to the hood like you say? Go to wherever you started that shit and deal. You need a therapist for real!
--A Train
Overheard by: Tigertail
10:27 pm - Writer's Block: Le Quatorze Juillet
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10:01 pm - sometimes
she is birthed nightly in writhing and crying
seeking nothing but upkeep to the precarious ledge and constant winds
her tip toes the point of contact
the world looks on in wanted wonder
afraid to reflect the desire down deep
like a shark that never sleeps
she slides through her sheets and skin
kinetic, pulsing, fluid, and divine
aphrodite come to the mountains, to the clefts of earth
kissing the sky creating clouds
she seeks an anchor
hephaestus and hammer
to smelt out her demons, her desires
the heat is cleansing
the blows dim the lightning
she seeks to sunder
to finish her maidenhood full of honey and hungry
to feel the grass and not sink into it
to be dipped into the cool water
and never thirst again.
10:04 pm
So finally the rental agent person calls back and says we've been "approved". Whether that's for aug 1 or the pro rated for the last two weeks of july as well, she neglected to say. Hi, information age, talk to us.
Anyway. It's one year and if they're still utter wankheads, then we'll look for better. Apparently ALL places here require ID to rent but ID is no assurance that you're squeaky clean and all. Weird.
I was going to be looking at other places tomorrow but i'll be heading downtown to get my phone changed over, and get a new phone, at that. Whee. ( please, no wonkies, I hope this is a straightforward process!)
Then I can get on with the business of finding some work, and prepping for con.
08:00 pm - What If I'm Not Fresh?
Ginger boy to female friend: Next time we get drunk, can I fuck you in the armpit?
Female friend: That would be awkward.
--Juniper Valley Park
07:02 pm - I try to be positive
but fail miserably.
I have to return the swimsuit, as it's too short in the darned torso! Everything else about it is ridiculously cute, but it's just too short. The gal at My Baby Jo suggests that I could try a size up, but since I'm going to have to pay to ship it back and swallow the restocking fee (only $10, but still), I'm just not in the mood to chance it at this point.
( bitch bitch, moan, gripe )
OK, bitching done.
Damn, back to the bathing suit drawing board.
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depressed06:00 pm - The Defense Invoked by Pedophiles
Future soccer mom #1: Oh, our two-year-old's day care is very New York.
Future soccer mom #2: How so?
Future soccer mom #1: They have a yoga instructor in the afternoons and a French teacher comes at least once a week.
Future soccer mom #2: Well, that kind of exposure is important at that age.
--Greenwich Village
Overheard by: Izzy
05:46 pm - Moving back to Baltimore.
So yeah.
In case it hasn't been made clear, Sarah and I have broken up.
I will be moving to Baltimore in the very near future. Basically, as soon as I get my crap packed up and stored away where ever I can stash it. The next few weeks will see me traveling up and down 95 a great deal, and I hope to be mostly living in Baltimore by the end of the month. Though that will include frequent trips back up to Jersey to get the house sale-ready.
There will be much sofa sleeping, though I will likely land at my Uncle's place in Towson for the temporary midterm. Basically until Sarah and I can sell the house and I'm financially stable and working steadily. I suppose somewhere in there we'll have to deal with all the necessary legal crap of actually getting divorced.
Once that happens, we'll see. I've got a few crazy options on the table that are appealing (moving to Atlanta, going back to Bali... for good), but I'm guessing I'll be planted back in my hometown once again.
Discuss.
10:21 pm - it begins
Today I sneezed and peed my pants just a little.
Hello pelvic floor exercises. I hope we shall become good friends.
04:00 pm - Companies Find Hobo Marketing Extremely Cost-Effective
Female suit #1: God! These people are so, so, annoying!
Female suit #2: Totally. There are too many persnickety people in this world.
Female suit #1: Persnickety people!
Passing hobo: Exceptional cheese!
--Union Square
Overheard by: Alicia Morris
03:59 pm - Fucking Humans
Reading about all the decisions, choices, errors, fuck ups, poor judgement and just plain ol' mean shit you people are doing to each other and to yourselves is making me feel less insane but sick to my stomach.
I by no means am a saint but I can't help but feel really revolted by some things I've heard, read and generally took in over the last little while.
WHY?
Man... I don't fucking get it. Or maybe I get it too well and it hurts.
This intense surge of people being generally fucking crappy is pushing me into a dangerous apathetic zone.
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" is sounding ever so appealing just to avoid the stress of advice, friendship, consideration and consolation.
03:56 pm - Its 4 pm, do you know where your monkey is?
It's teatime for Pepe! New backstage video peek up!
03:37 pm
Oof. One hour spent going through all 30 boxes of stuff we collected to ship to Lesotho, opening and weighing each one, categorizing the contents, sometimes re-packing, and winnowing down the shipment to five or six boxes. Anything we can't afford to ship under the new insane shipping costs will go in a shipping container from the Lesotho Embassy in November.
Which leaves 25 boxes of stuff. So for the next hour I drove around and phoned around looking for someone who could give at least some of it a good home. Found a summer school/day care program for really poor kids which wanted lots and lots of pencils and notebooks, and they were flabbergasted by their good fortune at having me show up in their world, and set up an appointment for Thursday when much more of these things than my car could carry will be delivered by my minions. Found a community center in the drive-by projects that wanted lots of books to start a library and crafts supplies and markers and paper for their own daycare program, and they were flabbergasted at their good fortune at having me show up in their world, and I came back around half an hour later with tons of stuff they desperately needed and set up an appointment for another delivery Thursday of more books for their library.
I am not a liberal. But. I do get off on driving my early adopter beat-up old hybrid around the ghetto, the passenger seat and back crammed full of boxes of supplies for summer day care programs, waving back at the kids who recognize me, joining in on the choruses of the Trouble Funk and P-Funk and Kool and the Gang songs they're singing while taking languid shots on the basketball court. (Why are teenagers in 2009 still singing Trouble Funk, P-Funk, Kool and the Gang? Not my problem.) I do admit I get off on the grateful and stunned faces of beleaguered workers in the ghetto community center who won't have to spend their time scrounging for supplies because I showed up today (and because my own plan totally fell apart). I do get off on feeling helpful and relevant to someone other than my cats and friends.
It's still a Peace Corps world and a Peace Corps life.
03:34 pm - Want: Fez & Moustache Party
I'm totally going to make this. honest.
and if you are in town this weekend, you should go too.
fuck england. ;-)
Starts at 9 p.m. Saturday, July 18 @ DC9
In their own words: We spin Romani rock, twisted Klezmer, Slavic soul and Balkan beats. We crank out grooves that are up-tempo but with a character as smooth as a blended Turkish cigarette. And we throw down tracks that have more flavour than your mame's goulash.
Come sporting a wicked moustachio, fez or gypsy attire.
For facial hair inspiration check out:
http://www.americanmustacheinstitute.org/M
| Jul 18 | The Fez & Moustache Party Balkan beats by: Doors 9:00pm | $ 5 |
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