attention we have a hater

being an expert on web-based commentary, i simply had to respond.

according to one "Jerry Thomas:"

"It's so easy to hate everyone.

Too bad sarcastic observational humor went out of style 15 years ago with Jane Anne Garofalo or you would be a riot. 'Go back to Hoboken.' Classic stuff. You're really on the edge hanging out in the East Village.

You should try bringing some positivity to your life, you'll be more productive."

so it seems i've struck a nerve in my jersey readership. relax jerry. i used to have to dress "business casual" to go to a banal yet lucrative corporate job. used to drink a lot at cherry tavern, too (this is an "edgy" east village bar, jerry), and one night i guess i stole some chick's bar stool and she told me to "go back to islip."

she must've been a big fan of this comedian you mention "Jane Ann Garofalo." although, i think it was JERRY seinfeld who was best known for this "out of style" obvservational humor.

anyway, thanks for the laugh, jerry.

sox hats and asshats

had work drinks at the office then with a couple former coworkers around the corner. was supposed to hit some new york magazine party to see grizzly bear before the game but i ran out of time. went straight to professor thom's for game drinks. it was a zoo. a red sox bar, but filled with the worst of what boston has to offer. chubby or overly muscled rich frat kids and pasty white dweebs. everyone that wasn't wearing a hat had the same fucking hair cut. watched a couple innings before we decided we had to leave.



rolled around the corner to some anonymous sports bar. at least the food wasn't bad and the crowd was thinner. the game was fantastic. the sox had a no hitter going through into the 7th. was a tense tight game and the sox won 2-0, the closer mowing down the side in the bottom of the 9th.

something i noticed was the emergence of a new species: tampa bay fans. a couple years ago you couldn't pay someone from tampa to go to a game and cheer. all of sudden you've got kids with blue mohawks and facepaint. are you fucking kidding me? everybody loves a winner i guess.

even at the bar, some preppy kid was choking down kamikaze shots or lemon drops or some other lady drink, spitting up a little on his sweater, and glaring at me if i clapped for the sox.

even worse were the boy band rejects that tried to mock me by saying "i love sports!" and trying to give a me high five when the sox won. they thought better of it quickly. i don't know if they thought they were "edgy" or "alternative" or something because they wore their shirts untucked. i hope they made it back to hoboken in one piece.

up early today... dealing with laundry and getting my suit ready for my trip to canada. need to get into the city soon. seeing a taping of a tv show that's hosted by ian svenonius from the nation of ulysses. today he's interiewing ted leo from chisel and kathleen hannah from bikini kill. after party at lit with free whiskey.

sox game tonight. hopefully meathead-free.

burned slices and birthday beers

decided to wait in line for a slice of pizza rather spend 12 bucks on a budweiser at a shit strip club. i'm all for naked chicks, but not into paying for them. especially the midtown hairsprayed businessman-fantasy type.

ate my slice slow outside artichoke. realized that its only really good if its super fresh. they reheated it too long and it kind of hardened up the fresh mozzarella and shriveled the basil. still one of the best slices in the city.



had birthday drinks at beauty bar. that place is slowly getting worse and worse. it used to be kind of a joke, all the beauty parlor gear and memorabilia. now people get manicure-and-drink specials and it fills up with collared shirts for happy hour. the music is still good, though, but the babes are worse.

trying to sandwich a new york magazine party around watching the red sox in the playoffs. have to find somewhere in the city where i won't get in trouble with tony from bay ridge if i cheer too loud.

continue fighting

You'll be carried away by feelings of generosity and magnanimity, and you won't hesitate to show them. Watch out for the siren song of various sects! This astral benevolence could principally manifest itself in the realm of love; it will satisfy everyone who's looking for a soul mate, just where and when one's hoping for it. Despite your recent difficulties, things will smooth themselves out little by little thanks to a more lenient astral climate. Above all, don't get discouraged; continue fighting for yourself.

"i need to know that there is
trophy and meaning
to all that we lose and all we fight for
to all our loves and our wars
keep breathing
keep living
keep searching
keep pushing on
keep bleeding
keep healing
keep fading
keep shining on
this is for the hearts still beating."
- "last light," converge

born to burn

been a long time on this road. almost 8 years to the day since i left home.

made this new mix. "10:13:08: born to burn."

if you're lucky, it will hit you soon.

nicholas prefers dinosaurs. ghosts and vodka.

in her shadow. converge. paid in blood in different beds.

penitence. planesmistakenforstars. if i had my way, i swear i’d haunt this place.
devil got my woman. skip james. was nothin’ but the devil, changed my baby’s mind.

black eyed dog. nick drake. i’m growing old and i wanna go home.

exlpain. jeremy enigk. you’ve been gone for some time but i still believe you’ll be here, oh no.

eavesdropping. grizzly bear. i saw you leave the house last night.

crosses. josé gonzález. people staring, they know you’ve been broken.

red right ankle. the decemberists. some had crawled their way into your heart to rend your ventricles apart.

snowy atlas mountains. fionn regan. if you pull a hatchet, i’ll pull something to match it.

if winter ends. bright eyes. i’ll give myself three days to feel better or else i swear i’ll drive right off a fucking cliff.

lost verses. sun kil moon. i’ve risen up from the dead with the burning leaves of autumn.

wait at milano. tim barry. if what you seek ain’t free, then steal it.

this old road. kris kristofferson. ain't you come a long way down this old road.

places to go. owen. its your last chance to change things.

there is power in a union (inst.). billy bragg.

when i was your boy, i went too far

fionn regan, "snowy atlas mountains"

"lost verses," sun kil moon

I’ve risen up from the dead
With the burning leaves of autumn
If only for one last chance
That all of whom have been defeated