Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

Derek

 
(c) Derek Srisaranard

Somber day.

Found out through Benlbr that our friend Derek is in the hospital. Hit and run driver. From what I know, it's touch and go; he's not awake. It's very scary. He was the stoner in our show, 72 to Canal.

I don't know him that well but I like him; he's young and talented. I hope very, very much that he gets a chance to be old and talented. I pray he gets that chance.

Like most people in NYC, I run into him in the life. When he first found out that I had taken up photography, he was like a kid in a pot-filled candystore. He's such a good guy.

Wish I could say something profound but the words escape me at the moment.

I'll tell my brother to let you know if anything happens to me. Cause you should know.

We're friends, after all.

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With nods to Irnbruise, this guy is selling his entire life online. He's going to walk out of his house with the clothes on his back and his wallet.

I can relate. Of course, I'd take Harold and Syd. No worries. I'll tell if I've gone fishing.

I'd like to start over again where nobody knows me. Have all my stupid mistakes a million miles away. But we all got our baggage, yeah? Even if it's only what we carry inside.

Music: And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh
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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008

Uncool me



A few weeks back:

Her: Wait, you only have one bowl?
Me: (shrugging) I only have one me.

I don't have an iPod - don't have an "i" anything, in fact. Someday maybe, not now.

Almost all my music, DVDs, books, papers, works, I've digitized and put into a computer I built myself. I watch it all through either a TV I bought seven years ago or a projector I use for business.

Got alotta Valentino shirts and about eight custom-made suits but I bought 'em all at least a decade ago when I was young and stupid. Tee-shirts and Levi jeans for me.

Drama notwithstanding, I spend coin on:
I'm lucky because I've never been cool and I'm WAY too old to start now. Plus, I have zero need to impress anyone.

Where do you think the happiest place on earth is? It's here. Not what you expect, huh? Happiness comes from community and purpose. Stuff cannot make you happy. Don't be fooled by ad execs (I was one) - there's no pill, shirt, shoes, phone, that will make you happy.

Working jobs you hate, to buy crap you don't need, to impress those you don't know - that's just !#@$ nuts.

Connecting, man, that's where it's at. Ah, but there's the rub. Another person cannot make you happy. But losing them can make you all sortsa bent outta shape.

Connecting. It's harder than one might imagine:

Her: Can you not call me?
Me: Tonight or ever?
Her: (pause) Ever. (click)
Me: (pause) Well...that sounds about right. (sighing, putting down phone and turning to fish) Yes George, I know. It's nonea my business. But still...

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20080424:09:30 Edit - The conversations I write of are all taken out of context on purpose. As a general rule, when I write of someone I date, please refrain from writing anything rude of them?

Music: I think she’s leaving Ooh man she’s leaving
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Friday, March 28th, 2008

A Day in the Life



Was in the paper this past week and a HS friend recognized me and shot me an email. Then Paul and I grabbed a drink around then way with Stephen Phillips. And then I got home and spent the night talking to the Sexologist I met this past weekend. And I still need to come up with $26K.

NYC's a funny place.

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Bedroom 7:00
Radio snaps on. McCain, Clinton, Obama. War. Housing market. Sigh. Six hours sleep. Very good. Situps (auf deutch) ...48...49...50. Rub eyes. Check computer next to bed. Geek, me. Stretch. Stumble outta bed, stumble to kitchen.

Kitchen 7:08
Two cups coffee. Peanut butter & marmalade sandwich. Spoonful of ice cream. Protein shake. Gag.

Living Room 7:14
Push-ups (yung zhong wen)...48...49...50. 10 minutes of fencing. Sambrada three, four & five, right handed. Double-handed. Left-handed. Espada y daga. Wonder why they never made a sequel to The Princess Bride.

Bathroom 7:35
Wash hands. Brush teeth. Consider combing hair. Don't.

Living Room 7:38
Blue jeans. Black shirt. Grey socks. Good Morning America. Shut down computer. Pen. Wallet. Money. Mobile. Headset. Computer bag. Goodbye George, Goodbye Harold, and Goodbye Sydney.

Outside 8:00
Shut door. Lock gate.

Deep breath...
Blue skies, above. Concrete, below.
Troubles, behind (for now). Weekend Life, ahead.

Music: I read the news today, oh boy
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Thursday, July 26th, 2007

Pets, Pt. II



I think I'm pretty much just feeding the mice at this point. They even keep eating all the poison bait I put out, with no effect.

Mouse1: Look, I like that he leaves us food on these shiny wood and metal plates. But, #$@#! That green stuff gave me a @#$@#! stomachache.
Mouse2: Why do you have to curse so much?
Mouse1: I've become inured to it as the expressive vocabulary of my society. It's neither indicative of a belief nor of a value system.
Mouse2: (...)
Mouse1: (sighing, shaking head) I know, we totally gotta get outta this @#$@# joint.

I may take one of No. 6's cats. Besides the mouse issue, I miss having a pet that doesn't swim in its own waste.

Unfortunately, my last conversation with her was decidedly unpleasant. While I like the thought of having a cat that I'm used to, I'm worried it's gonna come with baggage.

No more baggage for this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, Asian boy, thanx.

Plus, I've never had a little kitten before; that might be kinda cool.

But we'll see.

I wonder how Harold's gonna take it.

Music: After all the b__s__ I’ve heard It’s refreshing
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Friday, June 29th, 2007

Pets


I stayed in Thursday night; in a manner of speaking.

I had a dinner engagement with a politician but that's part of the gig. I've been out and about way too much.

That man in the mirror tells me to be single for a year. I dunno if I include the seven months in between No. 6 & 7 or just reset to zero.

Speaking of which, I called No. 6 to wish her a happy birthday recently. Again so odd; I didn't feel a thing for her. Cause she's not that chick and I'm not that guy.

I do miss her cats though - I never thought of myself as a pet person until she moved in with them. I was thinking about getting a cat, but I travel so much. Plus Harold's been through so much.

You know, right when we split, No. 7 got the most adorable puppy.

Seriously, if you saw this puppy and didn't love it at set go, you're most likely a scumbag.

I ran with her twice. So much fun. I loved that damn dog. I wish I took more pictures of her. I only have three. I wonder if she's bigger now. That's the problem with breakups, sometimes you just don't see it coming. If I had known, I would have bought her something to say goodbye.

I often wonder if the cats or the puppy would remember me if they ever saw me again.

It would secretly kill me if they didn't.

Then again, I barely remember me sometimes.

Ah, the weekend's here again.

Hello there. (smile) So...what's your name?

Music: we used to be the best of friends
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Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

72nd to Canal Episode 1 - Part 2


I've got close to 500 page views a day on this blog, over 500 views of the video...and only 17 people have clicked the Digg button? Did you guys just not like the show?

Click it. You know you wanna.

I met a nice girl recently. She lives...quite far away. Thus, no shiny future for the two us. Sad, really. Plus I'm still thinking...oh, you're a bright kid, I'm sure you can figure it out.

Still, another pretty friend in the world is nothing to shake a stick at.

And we both know that I'm the type of guy just that'll just up and go someday.

Let's have a code, you and I; should I ever just leave suddenly, I'll post Gone Fishing!

Nothing else.

Then you'll know.

You'll know I cashed in those miles, packed my bags, sold the car, gave away Harold and the fish, and left. I'd be elsewhere.

Actually, I'd bring Harold.

I think he'd like to see the world too.

Music: I'm tired of whys choking on whys Just need a little because
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