Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in The MONKEY's LiveJournal:

Sunday, August 17th, 2008
10:13 am	Malleability of time I have learned that a year is a blink and 30 seconds is an eternity. I have been told the dollar amount of "so long, see ya." Waiting another month to get started on another year don't mean no thing. Don't mean no thing at all. Even eternity moves swiftly sometimes. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
6:52 pm	"Third prize is you're fired. You get the picture? You're laughing now?" Put that coffee down! Coffee's for closers only. You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you ARE shit, hit the bricks pal and beat it 'cause you are going out! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 11th, 2007
8:21 pm	p.s. There are band-aids, in a criss-cross formation, covering the MONKEY's nipples under the tech-shirt in the last post. Just thought you should know. (Look close.) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 10th, 2007
1:46 pm	26.2 Last week, the MONKEY went to New York City, the city he belongs in/to, and ran in the NYC Marathon It's been a surprisingly short road - although hardly an easy one - to get to a marathon. It's been a surprisingly long (and continuing...?) road - again, not an easy one - to make peace with, to resolve things with, to admit to New York City. In a better writer's hands, a marathon metaphor, with it's drama and effort and exertion and mile after mile after mile would be much less clumsy. Hell, even the running metaphor should be easy. So the MONKEY will leave you with this, instead. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 24th, 2006
4:24 pm	28 Yesterday was her birthday, and we spent it putting what remains into carefully labeled, taped-up boxes. The MONKEY let himself in before the others got there, and stared at the hole in the ceiling. He paced for awhile - start with the glassware? start with the books? start with the shoes? - before he decided to open some windows. Then he stared at the hole in the ceiling some more. Work here in the den, under the spectre of The Event? Work in the bedroom, where their lives swirled together in sleep and sex and clothes and dreams? The bathroom, that's the ticket. The MONKEY grabbed a garbage bag and began throwing out half-used deoderant, mostly empty tubes of scrubs, partly filled bottle of lotion. Can't donate those. Can't give those away. Squeezed up toothpaste? Toss it. Open shampoo? Toss it. When the others got there, one of the girls said simply and sagely: "He might want to remember how she smelled." The MONKEY moved onto the kitchen; wrapping glassware suddenly seemed a lot easier to figure out. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 11th, 2006
9:34 am	Boot In retrospect, it was probably - certainly? - inappropriate to plant a boot in the back passenger-side door of the car. But we were already in the crosswalk, the MONKEY was in the darkest, solemnest of moods, and the bitch tried to speed through her stoplight so she wouldn't have to wait a few extra seconds for us to cross Brooklyn Ave. The resonant, post-kick "thwunk" sure was satisfying, though. And seeing her middle finger held aloft made the MONKEY grin, knowing that the driver was Wrong and that there was Nothing She Could Do. Was she going to stop and confront the surly, sour, somber MONKEY? At 1:00 a.m.? DOUBTFUL. Then again, that realization stung the MONKEY a bit - there's been a lot of "Nothing We Could Do" being tossed around lately. He probably didn't kick it hard enough to make a dent. He probably only scuffed the car door, if that. Probably. - - - The Vivaldi sonata was easy - the MONKEY has played it for years, and nobody in attendance knew how it was supposed to sound, anyway, allowing the MONKEY to take all sorts of liberties with rhythm and tempo - and the filler "baroque" music was a breeze. Very effective. Somber, elegant, respectful, near regal. De Auld Resting Chair was difficult to keep in tune, possibly because that was the song that mattered the most, since it'll be played by her father in Ireland as well. Everyone said "it was lovely" - lovely was the word used most - and the MONKEY responded with "thank you" or "glad you enjoyed it" or, if it was a more musically inclined person or someone actually conversing and not merely paying a quick compliment in passing, "it was difficult to concentrate" as a way of apologizing for some of the really goofy, out-of-tune notes. Seeing the white haired, kindly Irish priest sing along to Fields of Athenrye was good, though. Like, with a capital G, like, it was Good. (The priest's disinterest in John Lennon's "Imagine" was unsurprising. At least, the MONKEY thinks it was disinterest; it didn't quite look like disapproval, but with the Catholics, who knows? Don't they disapprove of everything?) The MONKEY has had Fields of Athenrye on continuous loop in his head since Monday night. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 4th, 2005
1:43 pm	Honesty Odd how the more you try to be honest with people, all people, all sorts of people, the stronger your honesty muscles get. Before you know it, it's like you don't know your own honesty strength, and you're kicking in doors and knocking down walls and tearing apart car frames with your huge, out of control honest bruteness, unable to reign it in, unable to focus your honesty power, unable to do anything to stop the pure flow of rampant, destructive truth. And, just like your muscles, if you just stop, somehow stop using that honesty, your honesty strength will deplete, will atrophy, and then you can go back to being an unhonest weakling. - - - The MONKEY wonders if people he previously considered stalkers/psychos/out-of-control were really just products of their honesty, prisoners of their own inability to control the strength of their truths. He wonders if truthfulness created Frankenstein-ian monsters. - - - Probably just psychos, though. Current Mood: Honest Current Music: Original Oddstep - Vert (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 4th, 2002
11:16 am	Not that snotty and snarky and righteous are NECESSARILY bad things... The MONKEY: Sorry 'bout that. Where were we? Mandy Lurker: I was agreeing that you aren't as snotty and snarky and righteous in real life as you sometimes seem on LJ. The MONKEY: Now THAT is something worth posting. Mandy Lurker: Okay then. (Comment on this)