| Going back to Thanksgiving |
[01 Dec 2005|12:02am] |
While momentarily biking on the sidewalk, Mims and I were summoned by police to show up in court for our offense. I knew better, but I was following Mims' lead. And because of the desolation of the area, it seemed like an ok thing to do. Now Mims and I have a "court date".
On Sunday I went on a date with someone from "the internet" to the american folk art museum. This was my idea, and out of all the things that you can do in NY, this was not the coolest. In fact, I wasn't even excited about it. But what matters is that I had some kind of plan. This is the fourth person I've met from the "world wide web" since I've been back.
The Friday prior, Kiki, her friends, Mims, his little brother Neil, and I went to Village Karaoke. We drank budweisers and sparks whiling singing for about 2 hours. I remember it getting out of control at points. Then Mims would sing a sad song and it would bring our feet back down off the couches.
Thanksgiving was an excellent time at a friend of a friend of a friend's loft in Fort Greene. It was mostly goth-like people, Rachel, Laura, Jason, and myself. The food was awesome. All vegetarian except they did have a turkey (but 2 kinds of meatless turkey!). This of course does not compare to Melanie's dinner, but it was awesome nonetheless.
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| TENLEY'S LAST SHOW EVER!!!! |
[14 Sep 2005|11:10pm] |
Hey everybody,
Please come to see my band, Tenley, for our very last show ever. We're playing with PA at the Lager House tomorrow night. That's thursday, September 15. Come around 10PM and we can all recount memories of previous shows together. It will be touching. I will be touching you.
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| Coming back |
[08 Aug 2005|10:45pm] |
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I'm moving back to New York on October 1st. I'll have a place to live for a month. I will have my car at first, but then I intend on selling it. I've told my employers and though it is very atypical of them, they are considering keeping me employed while in New York. We'll see what happens.
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| New York: Repetitions |
[27 Jul 2005|01:21am] |
After work on Wednesday I headed to Dearborn and dropped off my car in some vacant parking lot where Becki assured me it would be fine while I was in NY. We ate Chinese food before she dropped me off at the airport. I don't even remember the flight there. I have memorized the NWA terminal in both DTW and LGA. The only thing worth mentioning is the fountain in Detroit's airport which is a computer-controlled show of water spurts, reminiscent of that at Epcot Center.
It was dark and muggy when I got out of the plane. Fortunately Tara had her roommate's car and would be picking me up, sparing me from the somewhat lengthy bus ride to the somewhat lengthy subway ride to her apartment. It had been a long day, so I declined Allison's invitation to meet her at Union Pool. Tara and I stayed in. We ate her homemade peach salsa.
The following morning we headed to the new MoMA, which I enjoyed, but the Cézanne vs. Pisarro exhibition, although convincingly thorough, left me a bit overwhelmed. It was bustling with people and I really don't give a shit about landscape paintings. Tara and I had picked up the audio aid, which told the story of their friendship. I guess that made it more interesting, even though it would've been better had it ended it a bloody knife fight instead of what seemed to be a dispassionate fizzle.
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| Groundhog Day |
[29 Jun 2005|09:57pm] |
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Unfortunately for me (and maybe fortunately for those who wish to catch up with me yet do not care about the quality of my life), the last couple months can be summarized by a single day, which I live over and over.
I wake up and feel pretty good. I would get hash browns down the street except the diner was aflame one night and hasn't been open since. I eat breakfast and ponder why my roommate Chad needs 3 air condition units running as well as 8 fans. I lighten the AC. I force myself to look out the window while I drink coffee and I see my plant, Danny. Danny has yielded a new leaf, the only leaf free of puncture holes from Busan the cat.
I leave at 8:30, which allows me to be at work 25 minutes early. And yet the building is still bustling with people that either get their earlier for masochist reasons, of they are there to beat the morning traffic. I get more coffee. I sit under a very ambitious air conditioning vent and suspect my employers are trying freeze and preserve me for future use. With varying degrees of frustration and stress I work until 6 with a 15-45 minute lunch break and at least 5 trips to the restroom (I have left out the 1-2 coffee refills and 40 oz of water consumed). The building has become so crowded that a row of interns work along the hall where the bathrooms are. I suspect that they suspect I am ultra-regular, irregular, or doing drugs.
For a while I was coming home and doing freelance work, which was providing a nice second income, except I was almost breaking down each day and I had no time to have any fun. Now I come home, say "hi" to Chad the human or Sammy the dog if either of them are home. I eat some tofu, probably more than I should eat. Once I napped. Then there is this period of haze where time passes and it is then dark and I cannot recall what I did for the last few hours. Sometimes I go out and sometimes I do not. Most often I really want to drink and I unselfconsciously have several glasses of wine. I play guitar. I think about all the stuff I have to do. I do none of it. I sleep. Repeat.
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| All work and no play |
[19 Apr 2005|10:09pm] |
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Why is it that trying to do the right thing and get your shit together makes you the most boring fucker that every tried to write a journal entry? I'm not going to tell you how little I have to say and then attribute that to work. Saturday night was fun. It was originally just plans to hang out with Jim and Keith, which evolved into all the guys meeting at James'. And when it was 12 AM and I thought there would be no way of that everyone would agree to head out to Detroit, we passed around a flash and made compassionate white russians before heading out. And Dorkwave was just ridiculously packed, which was awesome and drew a totally wide range of people. The smoke was a bit much and there seemed to be no room to dance, but I got to see my friends and talk to new people. Loren gave me the rest of her Sparks. I met Aphrodite. I'm not being poetic. That is just her name. We left early (comparatively) and then I headed back to the couch on which I sleep.
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| Voice Mail Disclosure |
[28 Mar 2005|09:19am] |
In regards to my last post, the voice mail message language was Polish. Ola listened and sent me the following:
"it is a very beautiful message.
Irena Pir calls to ask about Jurek's mother's health, and to see if he & his wife have gotten even a small amount of rest.
she doesnt hang up the phone, she tells her companion "i dont know if its them, its a woman's voice. either way, they are not there."
then she wonders about Kuba (probably grandson)--"how did he write this? is this a 200 or 700?"
"well either way i left a message".
the man in the television predicts some spring rain, the weather ever-warming with an approaching front from the south, 11*C in central poland, only 7*C in the south (its mountainous).
i like the themesong, and weather maps prbably flash across the screen.
we cut to commercial.
we go back to news."
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| We play music |
[18 Feb 2005|10:21am] |
Tenley - Saturday, 2/19 - Small's (Hamtramck)
We're on first at 10 pm. Then Tiny Steps followed by The Cocktail Shake (members of the Sights).
21+, $5
tenleyband.com
tinysteps.net
smallsbardetroit.com
map
(small's is the bar that is "that one on the corner" in Hamtramck)
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| Attention New York |
[04 Feb 2005|05:25pm] |
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Friday, Feburary 11th I will be flying into Leguardia at 3:22pm and returning on the 14th. My only real business is to check out an apartment I will possibly move into in the Spring. So friends, what are your plans next weekend?
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[01 Feb 2005|05:16pm] |
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I am sick. I am worried. I have been working quite a bit. I got a new jacket.
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| Things found in my room |
[13 Jan 2005|09:29am] |
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| Chicago for 2005: tell me about unicorns |
[03 Jan 2005|01:27pm] |
We arrived around 3:30 PM. Kelly and I headed to the Chicago Diner where I had the "groovy gyro". We then thrift store hopped, which left me with 3 shirts and these 2 amazing square glass decorations. They're what you would win at a fair for having successfully popped a balloon with a dart. One is poorly printed image of the California Raisins, which shows them as having a more pinkish hue, like removed goiters. Below them the captions reads "Raisin' Hell!". The other is of a white unicorn (are all unicorns white? i don't know--i don't believe in that sort of thing [the child in me is dead]) flying (do unicorns fly or is this a really ambitious leap?*) over a rainbow against a starry space scape. Kelly and I also went into Hollywood Mirror where I ran into Marcie. She and I chatted for a moment. Her companion, who I originally mistook for her band mate but was actually James Iha, politely nodded as we parted.
( Kelly and I got coffee at Starbucks... )
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| New Years plans |
[30 Dec 2004|10:02am] |
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Right now I'm waiting for Kelly to pick me up on her way to Chicago. I decided to wager going to a big city against hanging in Ann Arbor or somewhere in Detroit. See you folks in "ohf". That's slang for "0 5" if you didn't know.
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[07 Dec 2004|12:02pm] |
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Once in a while I hear a song that is so good I hate it for not having written it. That is how I feel about Will Oldham's ( I See A Darkness )
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[25 Nov 2004|12:55pm] |
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The first snowfall reminds of a story that I read, watched, or fabricated as a child. It was about a homeless. orphan girl forced sell matches on a street corner to passersby. I recall her going unnoticed and then, in the end, she freezes to death.
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[22 Oct 2004|01:25am] |
Unexpected romantic and financial gifts surprise and delight you!
Lucky Numbers 5,7,17, 27, 37, 41
Of course unexpected romantic and financial gifts surprise and delight me. Ordinarily I wouldn't give this fortune cookie any thought, but after discarding it, it was brought back to me almost 12 hours after the meal by way of Nicole's foot. So clearly something sexy and expensive is going to come my way. But what could it be?
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| Ah, decrepitude |
[11 Oct 2004|10:48am] |
Saturday was my 26th birthday. I spent most of the day relaxing. Franklin and Nicole took me out for breakfast. For lunch I had Indian buffet at Khana Kazana and as they bussed my table, a man spilled raita on my crotch and in a frantic effort to clean it up, began swiping my forbidden areas with a washcloth. Keith called me at some point informing me that I had to decide on a time and place where people would gather to celebrate. It wasn't my intention to have a party, so for those of you who did not know about it, and might've come, there was no formal inviting. I think the people who came were in contact with Keith. Anyway, I eventually decided that it would be at my mom's house because that is close to everyone and she has good alcohol. So, I drove there, after an hour with my mom and sister, people showed up and looking back, I was drunk early on. So, by the end of the night I was wasted. The next thing I know I am alone on the living room floor wearing my jacket, covered in blankets and someone had removed my shoes and socks.
I know this is impersonal, but it encompasses many of you.. thank you for the very special birthday celebration. I really appreciate the food, drink, nasty cupcakes, music, prescription drugs, homemade goods, and DVD entertainment. But most of all, the company, and more specifically, the sexy company. You are all sexy creatures, but clearly some of you are more sexy.
And also, thank you Marie and Melanie for the nice cards. I am always impressed when I get a birthday card in the mail. I find mailing something out on a specific date to be very responsible.
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