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Wednesday, June 29, 2005 to do Working by and for oneself is akin to being a lone animal, conquering prey for food in a primitive world... must find, scope out, kill, prepare, eat, and dispose of the bones. Working for another, one only has to kill and/or prepare, and eat. But despite the hardships, the control and choice and potential freedom of the former can be so liberating. Tuesday, June 28, 2005 see you there. If anyone wants to see me before the end of the week, or is complainey about my recent lack of contact and socialness, you will come to the party on Thursday night that I just emailed about. And what beats an amazing band, a legendary rock producer, and an open bar? Many of you don't come to most of the parties at Giorgio's because you are either no fun, or have failed to see the sheer joy that they can be. I hypothesize that this is because you don't drink enough, nor stay late enough. Such the parties can be quite fun, and if you haven't seen or heard Barra Libre yet YOU MUST. And usually, in the late night, we (the DJs and the bands) tend to continue the party in crazier and drunker fashion than earlier. Amen. Sunday, June 26, 2005 irritable If I am unable to afford more memory for my computer (and actually, pretty much everything else also) for much longer, I swear to god I am going to smash the damn thing. Thursday, June 23, 2005 begging to differ Usually the people who say it's okay to disagree with them are actually quite intolerant of difference and dissent, while those who are actually open-minded or not so set in their ways have no need to say so. Wednesday, June 22, 2005 frank? I am direct and upfront because there is almost nothing I hate more than fear of truthful communication and passive-aggression; these seem contrary to most any purpose (language, human relation, LIFE, etc.) and, beyond the philosophical level, they prevent real things from happening which just mega sucks. But perhaps there are times when it would be best for me to employ a softer delivery (although I must admit that it can be really fun to watch less direct and more easily embarassed souls squirm at my crass delivery). The times when I soften my expression is when there is a social-political reason to (i.e. not wanting to be a wet blanket when a friend is excited about something, OR when I just don't care enough about the subject or the involved parties to get into it; I hate debate for the sake of debate... I have to give a damn). I hope these limitations on my directness don't render me a semi-hypocrite. Yesterday I was taking the elevator up from the basement after doing laundry and the elevator stopped on the first floor and a very fat woman got on (I don't mean to be rude, but she had to be at least 300lbs; I felt the elevator buckle a bit when she stepped on) and hit the button for the second floor. The stairs are right next to the elevator so she would only have had to walk one flight to get to her apartment, so I found this totally lame. I only take the elevator when I need to get to the basement (it's the only way) or when I am awfully tired. She visually scrutinized me and asked if I lived in the apartment above her. I asked why she was asking, but all she told me that she lives in the apartment below me. It totally seemed like she had more to say. Then the elevator stopped on the second floor and she got out. As the elevator door was closing after her I said: "if you have something to say you should say it." I did not intend this statement to come across as confrontational, but when she pegged me as living in the apartment above her, all sorts of thoughts came to my mind about how and why she had done so. It would have been easy for her to hold the elevator door open for a moment and elaborate. Is she merely curious about her upstairs neighbor? (didn't seem like that was all). Does she attest to me listening music often, and usually quite loudly? Or does she enjoy it? Does water drip down by her windows when I water my windowsill plants? Does she overhear phone conversations that I have while sitting on my fire escape? Do I move around a lot and she is disturbed by the noise? If she has a specific problem with something, wouldn't it make the most sense to say so? The worst that could happen is that conditions remain the same (if she has complaints are about the music, it would have too much of a negative impact on my happiness to change that). Just venting. Monday, June 20, 2005 okay. I posted the wedding photos so y'all can stop asking. I've Been Tired back to life, back to reality Okay, enough song lyrics. Seemingly, tension abounds. How many panic attacks and arguments have I witnessed recently? I'm not going to count. But regardless of this, Amanda and Gabe's wedding was truly fabulous. And, for the record, the statements that opened this paragraph do not apply to them, as they both kept their cools quite well throughout the prep. Previous to the wedding, whenever anyone was stressing, Amanda would say "calm down. This is just a big party and we've been to lots of parties before." Good perspective. Many people said that it was the best wedding they had ever been to, and I have to agree. I don't think it could have been done without all who helped out and were involved. It's amazing what can happen when a small army of awesome people band together. I posted pics of the rehersal dinner on flickr. I'll post the wedding pics when I have a chance. Sit tight y'all. Wednesday, June 15, 2005 yard, cat, tequila, etc.   Sunday, June 12, 2005 non burning bridges Saturday night's ride over the Manhattan Bridge on the Q train coincided perfectly with this fireworks display on the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge. These pics were taken with the crappy quality camera phone, which I'm kinda starting to like the effect of in some contexts.  Thursday, June 09, 2005 words of wisdom brought on by multiple annoyances there are a lot of battles that could be fought in this world, but one must choose their battles wisely... other people and their choices, opinions, and style are going to differ from that of our own, but if others were more like ourselves, they would probably piss us off even more than they already do. We should be grateful for and respectful of our differences. Perhaps this heatwave is making everyone irritable and also scrambling brains that normally work well. Many of us could stand to learn a bit from Bob McGinty:  *courtesy of Brian. Thanks. The sweet, unpolluted innocence of babies may also serve to influence us well:  chlorophyll porn Yes, I post a lot of pics of plants that I have planted. This is some of what makes me a semi-happy and satisfied person. Now that the weather is suitable, I got my own plants and flowers for my windowsills. In previous years I haven't been very experimental, going with what I know I could successfully grow, but this time I decided to take more chances. I got basil, spearmint and ivy, among other things.   Monday, June 06, 2005 some sticky, some sweet Oh yeah, it's summer. The first thing felt upon wake up was the heavy, oppressive humid air. Oh happy day. The past few days produced some of the greatest rare vinyl finds in a long time. Some highlights: La Revolucion De Emiliano Zapata [an extremely rare, extremely good, mexican garage band]; Aunt Molly Jackson [a collection of very authentic blues songs by Molly Jackson, a pistol-toting midwife and helper of the needy, circa 1930s. She is often referred to as the female Leadbelly]; Fats Waller ('34/'35) [Fats is always a fave of mine, but this particular album takes the cake]; Sing Along with Millard Fillmore [American political songs from 1800-1960; includes: Hooray for Bill McKinley, Row Row Roosevelt, Get On the Raft with Taft, Keep Cool and Keep Coolidge, If He's Good Enough for Lindy, and I Like Ike]; The Voices of East Harlem [a gospelly album of protest songs; looks and sounds like early 70's]; It seems that lately my musical tastes are inclined towards the 1930's. Curious. What is the etiquitte for telling strangers to keep their goddamn eyes to themselves when they are behind you in line at a store and you are paying with a credit or debit card and entering your PIN number? I don't even care so much, but I think it's rude. I hate strangers. Saturday, June 04, 2005 girls Amanda's bachelorette party. None of us really saw the appeal of gambling, but we tried. We went to the Borgata to check it out, and it seems that's where the younger crowd goes. All the glass fixtures were done by Chihuly. We were the coolest people there, but that's okay for a night. See how the other half lives.       #1: Chihuly does the Borgata #2: The Borgata #3: Closer to Realiyt? #4: Guest of Honor so Bright #5: Old Ratty Baby Size Atlantic City Tee, in doublicate More on the flickr.
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