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I work down there…
See how that black box is surrounded by plaza, a big, empty plaza? That black box is the entrance to the school where I work, which is situated underneath the empty plaza. And see the white fence keeping the plaza empty? That’s because starting next week the whole plaza is going to be demolished so that it can house a restaurant and take out stand. This means that for at least six months we will be entering our offices through some dinky corridor and that our place of business will be well nigh invisible from the street.
This has also meant that the street food vendors that lined the street last week are having to push on to other locations. I feel worse for them than I do for me, since once people get habituated to finding your cart in one place, they are very unlikely to take enough time to hunt you down somewhere else.
We’re also all worried about the impact that all the demolition going on over our heads is going to have on our equipment and ability to do business. The work is scheduled to happen at night, mercifully, but we still are all on edge about it.
My Mom popped by the office today, fresh from here hair appointment. Turns out she was sick last week, which made me distressed, since she didn’t say much about it at the time. It’s not so easy to chide one’s parents.
I came up short once again at poker last night, due to both having tepid cards and not playing them well. I managed to stage an incomplete comeback on the last few hands, but I knew how bad my games was. Can blame it all on my cigar? In the midst of my cleaning I’ve unearthed a lot of cigars that I’ve had for a while and haven’t taken good care of, so they’re almost past retrieval. Rather than chucking them I’ve been smoking them as best I can which isn’t the best idea. I should just let them go.
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Still coming down…
Yes It’s snowing here in Brooklyn, and blowing. It’s piling up in the street because plowing doesn’t happen so much in the minor boroughs and certainly even less in our little particular back water. It’s not bad news. I’ve had a good day all in all, sleeping off the bad vibes of a brutal work week this morning until Lehigh licked me awake, and I got started preparing for company. The scattered, clumsy energy I seemed to have around me persisted today, as I kept knocking things over and spilling stuff into the middle of 2009′s last poker and cigar party at my house.
Folks arrived early, and I was at a loss given how utterly filthy the house was, and how I had only just begun to clean the most offensive spots when the bell rang.Luckily my friends quickly tired of my apologies and made me take it easy. After a couple of hours of play I began to unwind. I ended up losing a few bucks but won some good hands early on and had a great time, happily seeing Jeff, Ed, Scotty, Scott, Thor and Mud. Bears, cigars, poker, pizza, what more calming influences are there?
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Powerpuff…
In anticipation of poker this weekend, I went out and picked up some cigars. I have to say that I haven’t been smoking as much lately. It’s just something that I’ve been forgetting to do. The fact that I can type that sentence probably means I’m not an addict.
Last night I got some stellar help from the Sainted Blog Mommy and moved one step closer to recovering from last years big crash. Today I’m picking up some risque undergarments for a certain someone. Yeah, it’s a good life.
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My erotic lifestyle…
One of my favorite moments in film is in Polyester, when Mink Stole gushes to David Sampson “Childern would only get in the way of our Errrottic Lifestyle”, while they wrestle in the office of the porn theater he runs. Ever since then I can’t help but think, usually in bemusement, about my erotic lifestyle. Looking to get laid is one thing, and romantic involvement is another, but neither quite constitutes a life style in that o-so-Seventies sense of the word. So is there a way in which I pursue, or deicate myself to Eros? If so it’s compounded of activities that may not seem at first appearance to make much sense as “erotic”. Last week I found that sharing a plate of oysters with someone in a certain way was mighty erotic. As are certain types of shopping.
Well, last night that lifestyle got a little shot in the arm, because some folks got off their duff and did something: after much grousing around town at the demise of organized cigar activities, a number of men went to the owners of the eagle and got them to agree to an evening on their roof for a smokers get together.
As a result, I got to spend a couple of hours in the company of around thirty hot fellow New Yorkers smoking cigars for the first time in years, and fed one particular swoon-worthy dude his first ash ever. It looks like plans are afoot to find a way to make this a regular occurence, which I can only say will be a great enhancement to my erotic lifestyle.
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Apres Breakfast….
Smoking a Don Thomas with the sci fi channel on. They’ve become the clearing house for a whole new generation of B movies. Right now it’s “Fangs”: genetically altered bats and Corbin Burnsen. The tone’s similar to “Lake Placid” (one of my favorite movies of recent years, chock full of barely sublimated homoerotic tension between Oliver Platt and Brendan Gleeson and plenty of bear references). As for Fangs – it’s a pallid time waster with computer generated bats. Of course the fat guy dies – (fat guys are now the acceptable casualties in horror movies, but only if they’re white) And just now a hipster kid character said -”can we download some MP3′s?” like it was porn. One of those embarrassing moments when you see that a scriptwriter has NO clue. Of course it’s not like if I’m some online whiz.
Hmmm for second time I’ve been aproached by by this 18 year old online. Completely unnerving. I’m at the age that I realize I could (and very nearly did) have a kid that would be seven years older than this one. That’s a thought to kill the libido. What’s the difference between “daddying” and “fathering”?
This cigar is very satistfying. Not that there’s anything freudian there.
