This hour, this 2:30 AM, feels like the outlaw hour, however many years I spend wide awake and listening to songs until I can’t stay awake one minute. I have cause to remember Elton John’s line: “It’s four o’clock in the morning, dammit, LISTEN TO ME PLEEEEZE!” In high school it burned me to the [...]
Being held hostage today by Airborne Express. Delivery guy driving around out there somewhere, already over an hour past their freakin’ guaranteed delivery time. Already missed getting any natural sunlight today. Gets dark too early anyway. Can’t shower, can’t take a shit, can’t go the store for fear I’ll miss the 10 second window of [...]
I am a Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup purist. I begrudgingly accept the convenience of the easy open pop top, but prefer the earthy ritual of digging the can open with a hand-cranked can opener. I prepare and consume Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup virtually every day. It cleanses. Sweat forms on my back and my sinuses [...]
Time flies when you sleep until 1:30 in the afternoon, as I did twice this week. The sun seems like it only goes down, never rises. It’s like living in a Degas, where the colors faded to dim a hundred years before the painting was made. Modern life isn’t made for nocturnal lifestyles. I had [...]
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Thinking again about that comment by the 60s deadhead I met: “The people you did drugs with were the people you did drugs with.” But tonight I think about it with a dot dot dot. The people you do blah with are the people you do blah with. Or rather mwah mwah, in the tone [...]
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Here is the story of my afternoon, in headlines. Mark Thomas sees vehical approaching, elects not to cross street MT reaches into coat pocket, forgets why Seeing NOW HIRING flyer, MT considers jobs in food service Minding own business, MT suddenly surrounded by Koreans leaving church Hearing police sirens, MT fears [...]
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Remembering what a high school teacher used to say: “Study to learn and you’ll never fail.” Most of us in that class looked around confused and shook our heads every time he said that. I think the bewilderment came not from what he said but from how loud he yelled it. He really yelled. Yell. [...]
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
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Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Sick and tired of the Liszt B Minor Sonata. Still trying to remember or otherwise discern if the conversation I think I had tonight at the Sunswick pub on 35th Avenue really happened. I haven’t been allowed to talk about the overlay of language for a long time. I talked about Lacan, Freud, the Rosicrucians. [...]
Sun Jan 11 23:10:43 EST 2004 There is a commercial for Master Card that I do not understand. It usually airs during football games. There’s a guy with hedge clippers trimming a bush into the shape of a football player. The bush is on someone’s front yard. Donovan McNabb (Philadelphia Eagles quarterback) walks out of [...]
