Horizon.

Misjudge.

I bought a level. It was six dollars. It works fine, and I don't even care that it's practically glow-in-the-dark green. So I use it to hang a bunch more pictures in my livingroom. The problem is that nothing in my livingroom is level. So this line of pictures is theoretically parallel to the earth, but in relationship to my crooked walls, ceiling, and anything resting on my crooked floor, it looks like I hung them after pulling an all-nightter in the Mars Bar. Brooklyn. I'm open to suggestion.

Diego.

Sobering.

I'm listening to Howard Bloom on Coast To Coast, and, while I liked The Lucifer Principal, this shit is just really depressing, and I just have to stop and go to bed. It's to his credit that he has that effect, since if he was just some ranting alarmist, I would have mentally tuned out by now. But he seems to have done so much research that I can't help but believe him when he says it's a real possibility that New York City could be hit with a nuclear strike as soon as two months from now.

How about this?

We're in the middle of a good sized blizzard. Known about it for days. Over a foot expected by tomorrow night. So why, while I'm waiting for the train at 3am, are there people coming onto the station wearing a sweatshirt and sneakers, complaining about how cold they are? I know it's saturday night, and you just want to look cool and all that for the ladies, but at least wear a hat. And speaking of the ladies, we saw a girl in a miniskirt and four inch spiked heals take a dive, and bring her escort down with her. In all fairness, I fell too because I was trying to untangle my camera strap to take a picture. I got snow up my sleeve, which is really annoying.

That's about all I can think of right now.

I actually got a few things done in the last couple days. It's never enough. My GMSH shirts are fantastic. I'm looking forward to working a blizzard night. My newest tooth repair is a little too big, and I should have said something at the time. Getting closer to putting a book together. I need to save up again for taking time off when the job goes away. I bought a new frying pan. It's not "non-stick," so I guess that makes it "stick?" "Sticky?" It's big and heavy and hard to handle with one hand. I saw a mouse on my stove. There are fine little white dots of snow swirling around outside my window. I hate my new datebook. All my friends seem to be having boys this year.

Neutral.

I can recommend watching "Once Upon A Time In The West" just for the beautifully filmed opening scene alone. The two and a half hours that follow are pretty good too. That's right, it's long, slow, and occasionally logic-defying, but I never knew what was coming next.

Something died in my kitchen. I removed the poison the exterminator tossed behind my refrigerator before it could be consumed, but he must have hit the guys downstairs. At least a haven't turned around to find a mouse stumbling by me, bleeding from the mouth like last time, but I'm running out of incense, and when I was in Chinatown for the Lunar New Year, I couldn't find the kind I like.

I couldn't get too close to the big firecracker thing, but I got there kinda late, and didn't think there would be that many people there. I just took pictures of other people who couldn't get close enough. Then I just followed some dragons around for an hour or so. The rain didn't really bug me, but once I hit the big crowds west of Bowery, the umbrellas became an eye hazard. I went home and caught up on the sleep I missed the night before.

Nothing seems to be moving lately. Everything's stuck. Idling.