The Freshmen
I love this song, although, reading the lyrics, I realized I had no clue what the hell it’s about! Abortion, maybe? Definitely a suicide in there. THE VERVE PIPE The Freshmen When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler. Henry David Thoreau Father’s Day was surely the best yet. The fact that we were busy all day unpacking and shopping (after spending all day Saturday moving our clothes
Today is the the first anniversary of my official appointment as a financial advisor with American Express. What a difference a year makes! Swung by the office on Saturday night while we were in Virginia, fully expecting to see at least one poor soul still working but, to my surprise, everyone was gone. They finally
A Place Like Home?
We’ve said it before but I really think THIS TIME, we’ve found a place we’ll be staying in for a while. Stopped in on Saturday to take measurements and they were almost finished with everything. The master bedroom and living room are bigger than we’ve ever had, plus the separate dining room is a nice
I love New York. Now, more than ever. Really. It’s more than just some marketing slogan for me. The good, bad and ugly; I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Went for a walk at lunch today, up Water Street to the South Street Seaport, walked the pier, then went across on Fulton Street to Nassau
Been busy actually working today, forgot how much time I’d been wasting on personal stuff the past few weeks! Tonight’s the Pepátian: Jump It Up reading in the Bronx and I’m really looking forward to it. There’s apparently 14 different artists on the bill and I’ve got 7 minutes to perform! What do you read
The problem with these journals is that by the time you find the time to write something in them, so much has happened that you don’t know where to start. Or finish. Besides that, Salome says I’ve been talking too much about the war. This past Monday’s show couldn’t have worked out better than if
This past Monday night was incredibly long and fun but, by the end, an incredible feeling of sadness came over me. It felt like September 10, 2001 again, but this time KNOWING something bad is coming next. Ironically, our feature that night was Evert Eden, one of Morris Stegosaurus’ – Monday’s feature – favorite poets.
NOTE: I am permanently tired. Figure it’s going to last until India’s at least one years old. There’s just no getting around it. Tuesday at Acentos was amazing. I mean really. It’s been ages since I’ve done a full-on 30-minute feature, much less here in NY. Nowadays, many more people know me as a host
The snow is blowing wildly across the gray, depressed skyline as I’m looking north – I think! – from my office on the 25th floor. Mind you, I’m in a cubicle but our section sits next to a huge ceiling-to-floor window. I’ve started bringing in some things to personalize my space. Not the playroom again