Night after night I listen to the curse feast that takes place outside my window.
Night after night the super tears into a man who helps him take out the garbage.
You no good this.
You dumb that.
Night after night I drift off to sleep as these same curses fall upon this man.
Night after night I smile that those same curses do not fall upon me.
Tonight I watched the cursed man walk up to a black car.
Tonight I felt a strange fear in my heart.
For some reason, tonight I talked to cursed man.
For some reason, he told me the man up above would take care of his pain.
Tonight the super was shot.
Tomorrow the super would die.
Nov 12, 2007
Sep 6, 2007
Three Things
1)
Having finally gained gainful employment, my New York life has gained ground to grow upon. As executive assistant to an executive coach, perks such as lunch, coffee, cookies, and a comfortable office have brought contentment to my working self.
2)
David Letterman tends to be a good host, though his jokes do not always hit my mark and his set is over air-conditioned. (For those of you who watch him, Fridays show will be good, but not great.)
3)
After helping a blind woman across the street today a thought stuck me; she is one of the few people in the city entitled to touch strangers.
Keep in mind this is a city where everyone does his or her best to remain as far away from strangers as possible.
Having finally gained gainful employment, my New York life has gained ground to grow upon. As executive assistant to an executive coach, perks such as lunch, coffee, cookies, and a comfortable office have brought contentment to my working self.
2)
David Letterman tends to be a good host, though his jokes do not always hit my mark and his set is over air-conditioned. (For those of you who watch him, Fridays show will be good, but not great.)
3)
After helping a blind woman across the street today a thought stuck me; she is one of the few people in the city entitled to touch strangers.
Keep in mind this is a city where everyone does his or her best to remain as far away from strangers as possible.
Aug 22, 2007
Tumble Weed
A lot of nothing has blown through this New York life over the past month. First I had a stint in ad sales, which provided a great deal of insight into the world of telemarketing as well a killer view of the bay. From there the trade winds directed me to a bar where a freak show had taken up residence. There while sipping glowing toxic cocktails, I watched a man hammer nails into his nose while standing on a bed of shrieking lingerie clad rubber chickens.
Attempting to double my money I spent the following evening with the son of the worlds foremost UFO-oligist. In a nutshell he told me, the aliens are already here and they are going to take control of the earth in five to ten years. The upside to all of this is that the aliens are not violent, so the take over should be nice enough and there is some sort of new mind power, which we all possess to some extent that will be revealed to us when they take over.
Now as cooler weather and grey skies hang overhead, I begin my third job in New York as an Executive Assistant. The job is as comfortable as an old easy chair and leaves me ample time to contemplate where nostril nails and burlesque chickens fall into the alien’s master plan.
Attempting to double my money I spent the following evening with the son of the worlds foremost UFO-oligist. In a nutshell he told me, the aliens are already here and they are going to take control of the earth in five to ten years. The upside to all of this is that the aliens are not violent, so the take over should be nice enough and there is some sort of new mind power, which we all possess to some extent that will be revealed to us when they take over.
Now as cooler weather and grey skies hang overhead, I begin my third job in New York as an Executive Assistant. The job is as comfortable as an old easy chair and leaves me ample time to contemplate where nostril nails and burlesque chickens fall into the alien’s master plan.
Aug 9, 2007
A Moment In Time
Two drummers and a family step onto the 3 train together.
After a mediocre jam session one of the drummers walks around the train collecting money. For seemingly no reason he then intentionally incites an elongated argument with one the of the passengers. The argument grows and their voices become louder. Before long some of the passengers begin yelling at the drummer to stop and a little girl begins to cry, causing her mother to join in the frenzy. The train pulls into the station and they all get off. New passengers step on and the incident is forgotten or unknown to all but those who remain on the train.
After a mediocre jam session one of the drummers walks around the train collecting money. For seemingly no reason he then intentionally incites an elongated argument with one the of the passengers. The argument grows and their voices become louder. Before long some of the passengers begin yelling at the drummer to stop and a little girl begins to cry, causing her mother to join in the frenzy. The train pulls into the station and they all get off. New passengers step on and the incident is forgotten or unknown to all but those who remain on the train.
Jul 31, 2007
Epidemic B
The photographer has run off to Berkley.
And
The blogger has writers block.
BBQ anyone?
http://www.oohsix.com/#photos/nyc/bbq:2
And
The blogger has writers block.
BBQ anyone?
http://www.oohsix.com/#photos/nyc/bbq:2
ill gains
The line stretched around the park and doubled back on itself; only a fool would have walked to the back. Taking a seat on a bench alongside the front of the line I waited for the line to move then stood up and slipped in among the families.
A ferry ride and an hour later my waywardness was rewarded with a gander up Lady Liberties robe through a glass celling, a postcard view of Manhattan, and time enough to visit Elise Island.
Returning to Manhattan that evening my weary body was replenished by a whole frog deep-fried with rice and a cool daft beer.
ribbit, ribbit
A ferry ride and an hour later my waywardness was rewarded with a gander up Lady Liberties robe through a glass celling, a postcard view of Manhattan, and time enough to visit Elise Island.
Returning to Manhattan that evening my weary body was replenished by a whole frog deep-fried with rice and a cool daft beer.
ribbit, ribbit
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