For the last couple of days, I've been thinking about the Dancing Baby a lot. As I mentioned before, I jog; mainly so that I can eat lots of unhealthy processed food. You think I'm joking, but I'm not. Back in college, my school (go UC Santa Cruz, go Banana Slugs!) sent home a questionaire asking for parents to send in the recipe for the child's favorite food. My mom and I joked about her cutting out the instructions to Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Anyway, I usually jog over Manhattan's cit...
"The Venga Bus is coming..." Six Flags Amusement is running a curious commercial on New York television. A bus pulls up to the curb, and out jumps this hyper old guy, except it's obvious he's wearing one of those fake bald-skin caps. Like a swimming cap, but flesh colored. This techno dance tune beings playing, and the guy just starts jumping around like crazy. Kind of dancing, kind of having a seizure. He's obviously freaking out the people around him, but for reasons only obvious to S...
"The Venga Bus is coming..." Six Flags Amusement is running a curious commercial on New York television. A bus pulls up to the curb, and out jumps this hyper old guy, except it's obvious he's wearing one of those fake bald-skin caps. Like a swimming cap, but flesh colored. This techno dance tune beings playing, and the guy just starts jumping around like crazy. Kind of dancing, kind of having a seizure. He's obviously freaking out the people around him, but for reasons only obvious to S...
Jennifer (the wife) and I went out to walk the street fairs, today. When the weather is good, New York is rampant with street fairs, every weekend day. Of course, all the street fairs have the same kinds of junk. Crystal cubes with silvery air bubble buildings, airbrushes of the World Trade Center, and the pickle place. The pickle place has great pickles, three for two bucks. Walking back, we passed a chinese food place with a big yellow cat statue on the counter, right paw raised in sa...
Jennifer (the wife) and I went out to walk the street fairs, today. When the weather is good, New York is rampant with street fairs, every weekend day. Of course, all the street fairs have the same kinds of junk. Crystal cubes with silvery air bubble buildings, airbrushes of the World Trade Center, and the pickle place. The pickle place has great pickles, three for two bucks. Walking back, we passed a chinese food place with a big yellow cat statue on the counter, right paw raised in sa...
After much looking, I've found my next job: "Psychotherapy center seeks an attractive woman to do sex/surrogate therapy work.The technique consists of a combination of massage, sensual healing and energy work, incorporating the Masters and Johnson method. Training is provided and the work is therapeutic, legal and legitimate. Compensation: $50.00/hour" I'm not a woman, and jury's still out on how attractive I am (*very* attractive, after a few drinks). Actually, as long as I'm on a t...
After much looking, I've found my next job: "Psychotherapy center seeks an attractive woman to do sex/surrogate therapy work.The technique consists of a combination of massage, sensual healing and energy work, incorporating the Masters and Johnson method. Training is provided and the work is therapeutic, legal and legitimate. Compensation: $50.00/hour" I'm not a woman, and jury's still out on how attractive I am (*very* attractive, after a few drinks). Actually, as long as I'm on a t...
I was listening to Air America Radio this morning. They announced a new show from a guy with the unlikely name "Bobby Kennedy Jr.". Since I'm lazy, I'm not going to bother checking if he's the BKjr, but I'm guessing no. On the other hand, he is a crank. So far, AAR has been good about having funny hosts, but this guy just sounds nuts. Like he's stepped out of his house for the first time in thirty years, to find out that the world has gone to hell. I don't even remember what he said....
Anyway, my last post talked about stalemated wars. As I mentioned, I've been listening to Ice T's "Colors", imagining Crips and Bloods trying like beasts to get at each other, grasping through prison bars. That's what our country's come to. I live in the East Village of New York City. Everyone around me is liberal, and we demonize the people living in the South. To us, the other side is completely alien: we don't know anyone with views different than our own. The situation in the South ...
I've been listening to Ice-T's "Colors" the last day or two, on endless repeat. Predictably, that's led to lots of thinking about stalemated wars. By the way, I don't remember how good the movie is (although I do remember that it has a long love scene in the middle, that seems to go on for over 20 minutes, yawwwwn...), but an early scene has the camera viewpoint pulling back a riotous scene of young men in an LA jail, grabbing at each other between bars, seemingly trying to tear each other...
Man, it's a hard knock life. I sometimes listen to songs on endless repeat. I think Jennifer sometimes wants to kill me, hearing the same notes and lyrics, time after time after time. It's my way to get back at her for playing Sunday public radio. NPR is like slow torture on Sundays. And I hate the fucking musical interludes. Anyway, the problem is that after listening to a song a lot, you start to think it's deeper than it is, and you want to use it's lines for situtations in your l...
Man, it's a hard knock life. I sometimes listen to songs on endless repeat. I think Jennifer sometimes wants to kill me, hearing the same notes and lyrics, time after time after time. It's my way to get back at her for playing Sunday public radio. NPR is like slow torture on Sundays. And I hate the fucking musical interludes. Anyway, the problem is that after listening to a song a lot, you start to think it's deeper than it is, and you want to use it's lines for situtations in your l...
I'm at home today, gray skies outside my apartment, working on thank you notes. The good news is that guest were generous were their gifts. The bad news is that I have to thank them. I'm genuinely thankful, but I hate writing the same stuff over and over again. It reminds me of when I was a teaching assistant and wrote the same stupid comments on nearly every paper. After a while, you just want to switch to using single letter codes, and completely cut on the "caring teacher" aspect. How ...
I guess that won't come as a shock to anyone reading this. By the way, I am agnostic. I have no opinion on whether God does or doesn't exist, and perhaps He does me the pleasure of having no opinion on whether I do or do not exist. I've never any religious or spiritual hole in my life. When people talk about feeling His presence, or feeling a spiritual emptiness, I feel like a colorblind man being told about the rainbow. Even that's not right. I feel like a man being told about rainbo...
For the record, and I don't even know whose record that would be, I'm Jewish, but about as unreligious as you can get. When Jennifer and I got pre-marriage counseling, I was honest with the rabbi and told him that I wasn't familiar with religious practice. Naturally, he started talking about how I could lead our (future, not yet!) children in personal prayer. Man, the only thing I'm going to teach my children to worship is a golden statue of myself. Adam