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WHO? Oliver. oof San Francisco again, Brooklyn before, Atlanta & Chicago wayback. RECENT: Santa Change Setting the Tone wax on OWNED@## of Service mixed bag Sick Pleased More Midtown TRAVELS: Biodiesel trip across America (January, 2005) Paris (April, 2005) Election work in NM (November, 2004) ARCHIVES: September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 May 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 August 2003 June 2003 LINKS TO PALS: elly Toshok Pete Tuggy Workstatus Nathan Express Train SEARCH: RSS: Get your RSS feed here |
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November 30, 2003 11:53 AMSantaSantacon is coming Real Soon Now. Go get your suits. I'll get you drunk.
yeah. November 26, 2003 06:42 PMChangeI love mass tumultuous change, with consistent, reliable, comforting details. This may be best described with airline flight. I love the motion, the earth hurtling by beneath us, as we head for certain unknown. I have one airline. I fly only them, when possible (most always), and I wait, hopeful for its familiar smells and tastes. I love their coffee. I'm a coffee snob, yet I love the taste of this one airline's coffee. It comforts me in its consistency. Also, I love the handsoap in the lav. Weird that I would notice. Plebian in quality, it has that ever-so-faint aroma of flowers. Hibisucss, perhaps? Ever present, always reliable. It doesn't matter if I'm playa-crusted in first class, freshly shaven in an exit row, or just generally alive, these two scents are always there to ground me in the reality of change. (Interesting to note the new importance of scent: natural women, pot-tinged rooms, rose hips, pages of a new book, air travel, sandalwood women, and my own beeswax lips.) November 26, 2003 04:38 PMSetting the ToneThe dull hum of aircraft engines cast me rapidly into a deep slumber, only to be awakened by our defeat of gravity. As the sparkling metropolis faded behind us, my heart lept at freedom. Darkness and night set early, while the strobe lights on wings' end set water particles in clouds aglitter. Rising above the pillowy protector of earth, vestiges of daylight reappeared. Black night behind us, a newly crescent moon to our side, we raced towards the elusive navy/sky/teal/yellow prisim of West. I am eager for Chicago's jewel of downtown, then the pitch black of a 215 mile drive. Coffee first. ... Chasing fleeting light, yellow fades, becoming sparkles, splotches and explosions of firey orange at the edge of horizon. I think of tatoos, chakras. November 25, 2003 04:01 PMwax onSome days, they're good days. I skipped to work today. I'm feeling connected to the world. I'm journalling offline. Music sounds great. I had coffee and salad for lunch. I had a great morning at home, with my women. I'd like a day without drama, just with joy, please? Ok. thanks. So far, so good. Day one without sugar. We're in it together. We'll see how it goes. I'm really looking forward to going to the cottage tomorrow. I'll take lots of pictures. And lots of walks. And very little computing, if all all. Aren't expositional blog/journals just the most self serving things? me me me. ha. November 25, 2003 03:57 PMOWNED@##HACKED BY CINESE!@#!!@@
  November 21, 2003 12:31 PMof ServiceI love both the concept and practical application of service. I derive great pleasure through service. This morning, I had a fancy car service pick me up at home, on a sunny Friday morning in Brooklyn. I sat in a nice black Lincoln, read the New York Times, and was whisked away to far off places (ok, just Jersey). It was so pleasant. So enjoyable to be /taken care of/. I felt good about myself, as I was doing the Company a favour, and they were balancing the equation with a nice trip (even though it was necessary, I chose to view it as a kindness). But, the best part is that I started the day by being of service to someone special; taking care of details, being thoughtful. I so love planning, seeing the minor points unfold seamlessly, through another's eyes. Maybe I should become a butler. November 19, 2003 11:15 AMmixed bagIn the immortal tired/wired style of Wired itself, I present to you: Yay
November 18, 2003 11:21 AMSickUgh. Not enough sleep. Painful. Feel horrible, death warmed over. Two days without sugar, or caffeine. Had Coffee this morning, and hoped for redemption, but none came. Why am I at work? At least I can hiding in a dark office for another few days. It'll catch up with me, I'm sure. Also, google has now found /words/. That scares me completely. Should I embrace fear, or run away & hide? back to Lotus Notes. November 13, 2003 12:03 PMPleasedWow. I finally slept the night. I feel so much more human. Background: Due to crappy work things, I've been getting phone calls once or twice a night, every night, for the last month or so. Last night was the first night that the phone didn't ring. I had high hopes going into the night. I didn't even set my alarm before bed last night, I was so sure that I'd sleep until morning. But maybe it was just the vodka. Last evening was very pleasant. Happy hippie food with elly and Pete down on the LES, and then some fun bar wandering. Good company makes it worth it to go out, any night. We started out at a wholy unexpectedly good bar: Kush. Off busy Orchard street, it was so nice and dark. Hookahs, nice flavored tobacco, couches, and nice tabla-beats set the stage so nicely. Eventually (when we realised that there were no decks (!!)), the music got hard/techno, then pop/hip-hop, so that was weird. The begining was nice, and we poached a choice big patform/couch full of pillows to survey the room. Very very pleasing. Later, we made it to Shiller's which I've been reading about, wanting to go to, etc, etc. It was overpriced, I insulted some regular at the bar (maybe the owner?), cause he was reading the oft-cliched Cosmopolitan, and I mocked him a bit loudly. Anyways, it was french-bathhouse/ subway-station white tile, and the crowd was ehhh. We left, and Pete didn't even steal the bread knife! The Hole, Lit, a yellow magic carpet ride, and bed followed in speedy succession. ahh sleep. now all I need is food. November 11, 2003 11:33 AMMore MidtownSome other things for Midtown people: 1) Tower Records. Yes, they're a massive chain, but it's a CD store in Midtown. It's in the big, gold, ugly Trump Plaza building. It's kind of hidden, though. Enter on 5th Avenue, between 56th & 57th. Walk directly ahead, and down the escalator towards the food court. Note the nifty waterfall. Tower is downstairs. Essential Tuesday new-release visiting. (212) 838-8110 2) Big Installation Art. There's a tiny coffee stand/shop inside of a big open-air, 5-6 story tall glass ceilinged room in the IBM building at the corner of Madison & 56th. You'll note it because outside of the building is a sometimes-running stainless steel & granite fountain outside. That alone is neat, but the fun part is that there are revolving large-scale art projects that get installed inside. Plus, free. 3) Rooftop garden. Also in Trump Plaza. Follow same instructions, but take escalator up a few flights to a mezzanine/balcony-like level, and walk outside. It's sunny, and there are a few trees. More later, I'm sure. November 10, 2003 01:42 PMMidtown ResourcesSo, I work in Midtown Manhattan. It kind of blows for any cultural things that aren't highbrow, highdollar, but there are some nifty things I've found. I'm going to start noting them here, for memory's sake: 1) Free Internet access (with computers), and Peet's coffee at the ING Direct Cafe on 49th, between Lex & Madison. It's a big bright orange building, and it's totally there to make you invest your $$ with them, but who cares? Free computing, and my favorite coffee in the world. Life is good. 2) Tasty as all hell burgers at Le Parker Meridian hotel, on 56th between 6th & 7th. It's a snooty hotel, but they have this totally divey little back spot with $5 burgers served in paper, and fries served in bags. So so so tasty. Beer, too. I found it a year ago, and now all the yuppy investment lawyer types go too, but who cares. Line is insurmountable long from 11:30 to 1:30, so be forewarned. more later. November 09, 2003 12:25 AMbrr!It was a beautiful fall-almost-winter evening in early November. We didn't manage to leave the house until after dark (really only about 5pm), at which point we wandered over to Pete's house. His low-key style, and general vibe left us happily hanging out for a while (plus, he has fire in his fireplace! yay!). Later, we meandered towards the subway, and Manhattan. Along the way, the much-anticipated lunar eclipse stared ("Totality at 8:30, no 8:06"). I like the moon, but we were in the way tonight! At 5th & Union, there was gawking, then phone calls ("go look outside, dude"!), we made it to Ozzies, (which I SWORE on Thursday that I'd NEVER go back to!!) for a misheard-order of tasty, and most importantly HOT drinks. mmmm.. chai! she said: "We need to spend our lives walking from place to place visiting with nice people and drinking hot drinks in between, if it's cold. and cold drinks, it if its hot." -falls to knees, on sidewalk- (later, upon quote-review: "ARE YOU WRITING ABOUT ME????" ) Much giggling, good deeds (helped woman carry stroller down stairs), and good subway train-luck brought us to Union Square: "What's that?" SUCH a tasty meal!! We went to Terra 47, based on Pete's glowing recommendation. Vegan lasagne, free range chicken, and a damn fine salad made for two happy, well fed campers! She was so happy, I thought she might bounce out of her seat. It was phenomenal to be in her company. My provider-desire was well satisfied by filling glasses, and taking cheques. Life is good. Some cold weather wandering brought us to Beauty Bar for a tasty drink and a look at three pieces of Jill Platner silver on the bartender. There was a work-call-interruption, wherein a cute text message was sent, words about comfort exchanged, and a general sense of well-being ensued. *happy sigh*. Cabs, concert, wandering, Tamara & Randy's loft, Makers from the flask, and a long wander home via the 2nd avenue F stop. I have such affection for this woman. Just a heart full of love. then.
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