Saturday, September 19, 2009


I went to the studio after work tonight to play drums. I'm out of drumming shape. Drums is hard. It should be drums ARE hard, but you don't say guitar are hard. Playing drums is hard. The drum kit is difficult. Drums is hard. It really helped me get over work and everything else. I could make a habit out of it. It could be a part of the reordering of my life I seem to be doing. What do you do for exercise? Well, I live on the 6th floor, and I play drums.

I shook hands with a guy the other day, and he said I had very soft hands. Total dick move. I was at the bar with a lady he is clearly into, she introduces us, and he says that. He's lucky I'm a nice guy, and I wasn't on a date with the gal.

Thursday, September 17, 2009


Listening to Joe Henderson's trio recording of "Ask Me Now" is making me very happy this evening. It still amazes me that humans can make music simultaneously this simple and moving. Here's to friends old and new, and places we haven't been yet.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Come for the people. Stay for the dogs.

I'd never been to The Garden before, and I was not impressed. It's old and outdated and much smaller than I expected. There were bathroom attendants. There were five dollar bottles of water. There were over a thousand dogs.

It's a little overwhelming when you walk into what could be a dog flea market. Aisles of dogs with supermarket-style signs suspended over each row telling you what kind of dog you would find there. I was texting Sara to find her mom and her, and all I could respond with was, "There are dogs everywhere!" She wrote something about meeting her by the Giant Schnauzer, which I incorrectly assumed was a statue, not a breed.

It was a game to find the dog owners who looked like their dogs. Some of them, the dogs, were enormous. Sizes and shapes and colors I never imagined. I think I have a favorite dog now. It was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. I also have a favorite dog handler. She was showing Curly Retriever number 18. She was the only one dressed like a normal person. She must be new.

There were a good amount a dogs in cages, and they were mostly relaxing like dogs mostly do. A few clearly wanted to get out. I heard there were protesters outside dressed like the Klan. Their point was that the breeders were creating master races of dogs. To me, that message was overpowered by the idea that someone would be stupid enough to dress like a Klan member in New York City.

A lot of dogs were just wandering around, on a leash, saying hi to people. They were all very friendly, and seemed to be enjoying themselves and the attention. Except for the one that was constipated. His owner said he hadn't gone all day, and the dog did look a little stressed. You overhear things like that. You also get to see the dogs in a dog beauty parlor setting, mostly getting their hair done. We saw Uno, last years champ, getting a rubdown before going on the air for the preshow broadcast. You occasionally ask yourself if you have strayed into a restricted area, but it's just really open to all. You can even walk the arena floor all afternoon during the breed competitions.

I never saw that movie that people ask me about whenever I mention going to the dog show. But I was certainly expecting some interesting people, and while it was clear that most of them weren't from around here, we fashionable city folk are the real minority in these united states. There was some over the top flashy, and flat out shiny attire, but it was mostly worn for the occasion. This was, after all, a show.

But while all that people watching was enjoyable, and the reason I went that first day, the dogs won me over in the end. I had to go back for the finals on day two.
And I can't wait for next year.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Light control.

I did lights for a rave tonight, and texted KG that I was doing so, and asked her how I lost control over my life. She didn't have an answer, but did ask if I was on ecstasy. Never done it, and pretty sure I never will.

Shaking up my life was pretty much the impetus for taking a new job yesterday. It will most likely result in me working seven nights a week, but half those nights, I'll be outside of my neighborhood, and in a more photogenic one. I might need to buy a netbook. Felt really bad telling my boss.

A woman I was fairly interested in, and who was at least a little interested in me, let me know there was someone from her past who showed up recently, and things were getting "weird." It was clear to me that they should try to be together again, and found myself trying to talk her into taking things further with him. The idea of her passing up what I thought was a great opportunity to find some happiness with another troubled me more than my jealousy did.
"And you know it's hard for me to say this."
"Yeah, I know."
Movin on.
I'm actually really pleased, and a little impressed, that she let me in on the whole situation. It seems to be common practice to keep the other person in the dark until things are more defined with choice number one. (I'm not choice number one.)
Again, movin.

A few weeks ago, I got on the downtown M15 at 14th street, and got off once I didn't recognize anything. It was really fun, but I figured out where I was pretty quickly. It was a long walk, and I had a camera, and I went to a bar to see that lady I was just talking about, and went home. I need to do that more often. For some reason, it's easier to do when it gets colder.
In control.


(via text)
J: What the fuck is a soy candle, and why does it cost 12 dollars?
K: Dude! I don't know! Why wud u burn somethin that costs that much?!

Actually, upon further research, I found that regular candles, usually a petroleum product, may cause cancer from frequent use. Had no idea.

Eileen got my birthday card. Sent me a thank you card. Made me happy.