The guy in Trader Joe's is one of those slightly embarrassing fellows that is just a little too chummy with the cashiers. I'm sure I'm one of those types of guys, myself, on occasion. He claims he's discovered a way of carrying two heavy grocery bags without "injuring his delicate hands" (his words, not mine).
As a couple of cashiers and I watch, he ties the handles of the bags together with another two bags, and with a heave proceeds to drape the entire unwieldy contraption over his shoulder, whereupon he mock bows slightly, acknowledging our (genuine) applause.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
5/19/09 - Easy, Killer (I'm just a little dog on a big ol' leash)
The threat of violence still seems to hang over the city like a gleam on a knife that you see out of the corner of your eye - turn to look at it straight on, and it's gone.
Does that seem overly dramatic? How else to explain, after over ten years of life in the city, that now I feel aggressive, overamped, angry at nothing, irritable, seeing slights where once I would have seen nothing at all.
A man walks his very small dog with a thick chrome-plated chain for a leash, and I say, "Thank God you've got him on that chain; no telling what he'd do otherwise," and thankfully, the man walking the dog laughs, too.
Does that seem overly dramatic? How else to explain, after over ten years of life in the city, that now I feel aggressive, overamped, angry at nothing, irritable, seeing slights where once I would have seen nothing at all.
A man walks his very small dog with a thick chrome-plated chain for a leash, and I say, "Thank God you've got him on that chain; no telling what he'd do otherwise," and thankfully, the man walking the dog laughs, too.
Monday, May 18, 2009
5/18/09 - My Feral Girlfriend Sustained No Injuries
Katie is walking down the stairs at the train station (this is before I meet her at my stop), and a girl is walking up the wrong side, and this girl says "watch where you're fucking going," and proceeds to get in Katie's face. Katie throws an elbow and continues on her way, followed by a now enraged and muttering girl. Katie turns around to find said girl brandishing a, and I quote, "puny" knife. Katie smiles and says, "I know two things: I know you're a cunt, and I know you're gonna lose."
Sunday, May 17, 2009
5/17/09 - I'm Everything You Ever Were Afraid Of
At the F Station in Park Slope on our way to the Aquarium in Coney Island, Katie and I wander along the platform waiting for the train. Suddenly she spots something at the other end of the station. "It, it, it, it, it," she says, pointing, eyes wide, and I follow her gaze, but don't see what she's pointing at.
She drags me down the platform, and after some discussion with a few folks, we spot it: a single red balloon, bobbing in the invisible currents of air over the train tracks, floating down the tunnel into the darkness and, presumably, the Deadlights.
She drags me down the platform, and after some discussion with a few folks, we spot it: a single red balloon, bobbing in the invisible currents of air over the train tracks, floating down the tunnel into the darkness and, presumably, the Deadlights.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
5/16/09 - If I weren't so emo, I might accidentally kick somebody's ass
While watching a fight between two adversaries on the TV show Deadwood, I am once again reminded of the violence that only in the last few years has become a part of my mental landscape. I find myself with a heart full of bloodlust, imagining foes, altercations, assaults, wanting to fight, carrying around a pen knife, wondering if today on the way home from the train I will need to use it on someone.
This is new for me, but I suppose I have always had it. It explains my former depressions, my black moods and despondency, which I thankfully have much less of, but which must have been nothing more than an already extant violence in my soul, which I formerly turned inward because I could not accept that it was part of my "good boy" personality.
This is new for me, but I suppose I have always had it. It explains my former depressions, my black moods and despondency, which I thankfully have much less of, but which must have been nothing more than an already extant violence in my soul, which I formerly turned inward because I could not accept that it was part of my "good boy" personality.
Friday, May 15, 2009
5/15/09 - I talk too much (again)
Last night at the opening meeting for the project I'm currently working on Shay remarked that I was actually the tallest person there. While not an unusual situation (I'm over six foot three), I once again began obsessing out loud about how much weight I feel I've gained in the past 6 months, as if this were somehow relevant to the discussion. The other very tall fellow in the room is rather slim, much as I was a couple years back, and was kind enough to say that it must be muscle mass from my riding my bike everywhere.
And once again, I am obsessing in public about the state of my weight, talking too much, and being a bit of an embarrassment.
And once again, I am obsessing in public about the state of my weight, talking too much, and being a bit of an embarrassment.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
5/14/09 - Until Blogger Gets Its Shit Together
I used to be at FourEveryDay.blogspot.com, but I forgot my password and the workings of Blogger are capricious and arbitrary, so I'll be here for the time being.
My usual modus operandi is to start with a brief word about the weather (grey and forboding, as it has been on and off for the past several weeks), and, from there, segue into some mystical shit (say, a meandering bit about how the darkness is giving way to light and the sunshine will be here soon, and isn't it just like our souls as we work our way towards the stripping away of all the muck and murk that we put there) - but you know, today, I say "fuck it." I'm really not in the mood to be upbeat.
It's not that I'm particularly down right now, either, I'm just really not feeling like being all deep and everything, and so the rain that came down this morning must be, as it always is, not really a symbol for anything, but only and completely itself.
My usual modus operandi is to start with a brief word about the weather (grey and forboding, as it has been on and off for the past several weeks), and, from there, segue into some mystical shit (say, a meandering bit about how the darkness is giving way to light and the sunshine will be here soon, and isn't it just like our souls as we work our way towards the stripping away of all the muck and murk that we put there) - but you know, today, I say "fuck it." I'm really not in the mood to be upbeat.
It's not that I'm particularly down right now, either, I'm just really not feeling like being all deep and everything, and so the rain that came down this morning must be, as it always is, not really a symbol for anything, but only and completely itself.
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