Saturday, May 27, 2006
Everything about them reeks of anxiety
CatLady, from last night: Hel? She’ll blow yer puny little human mind! And what vegan has the stregth to make death threats, what with the fog-bank of depression they exist in, contemplating yet another blob of flavorless, fresh-from-the-zit tofu on the dinner dish? >nudge<
Keir, from last night: “Love it or Left it” or, as I just this minute thought up, “Left it or Leave it.” Now those could be bumper stickers! “America: Left it or Leave it” is one I’d put on my car in a heartbeat!
Posted by Mudge from Austin on 05/27 at 07:49 AMOkay, see, it happened like this...I was drunk and a little bit too smoothed out from the tranqs, and I needed to get from 102 and Broadway to the WTC stop on the 2. It was 2am, and I wasn’t the brightest light lit. The train came, I giggled like the moron I was as the whoosh of the at-that-hour-local 2’s arrival blew me into the stairwell.
I got on the train without catching anything in anywhere, amazingly. I settled onto a short bench in the old red car, and lulled by the rocking and flashing interior lights of the train, I fell fast asleep and didn’t get off at Chambers St to transfer to the REAL local.
I woke up at Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn. Befuddled, I got out of the train and headed for my long-ago (even then) job at Chemical Bank on Grand Army Plaza. On Flatbush Avenue. At 3:30am.
A kindly young man in a bow-tie (y’all know what I mean) saw the drunk old man (36, to him, was ancient) stumbling around confused and muttering, and gently, considerately guided me back to the station and the train, put me on the Manhattan-bound train, and wished me a safe journey.
It was.
Posted by Mudge from Austin on 05/27 at 08:04 AMA kindly young man in a bow-tie?
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/27 at 12:35 PMWell, I sure hope that Hel would blow my mind, since I’ve been spending almost five years trying to write this novel about her. Her description in D’Aulaires’ was enough to get me going about her. Where do you start? From her rough childhood, on and on… man, I gotta stop chasing after women who waste my time so much, and cleaning my apartment, and websurfing (no offense CO), and get some writing done instead. Thanks again…
Posted by James from Hell's Kitchen on 05/27 at 01:29 PMPerhaps we should make June the Expendable Writing Month?
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/27 at 01:38 PMJust pointing out that Mudge did refer to Flat-- oh never mind.
Posted by James from Hell's Kitchen on 05/27 at 02:16 PMJust heard “Let it Be” and this line stood out: “When the broken-hearted people living in the world agree/there will be an answer/let it be.”
Captcha sez: Black (as in “fade to...)
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/27 at 03:11 PMYeah, fade to black alright....
Damn power keeps going out today - off, on, off, on.
Couldn’t help but think of Enron - off, on, off, on.
Houstonium indeeed.MZ - Today’s post reminded me of a classic song by the Gang of Four: At Home He’s A Tourist.
Oh, and more power to all ye Expendables!
Posted by RT from Houstonium (thanks, Mudge) on 05/27 at 03:42 PMI just had way too much fun installing my air conditioner. I wasn’t meant for this weather. Dude it’s too bad you don’t have a bike; Clarence and some friends are riding out to Rockaway beach. I’m sure I’ll get fried to a crisp.
When I think of the Beatles and being broken-hearted, it’s this that comes to mind-- Try to see it my way, Do I have to keep on talking till I can’t go on?... and I always pictured that someone should cover that one with a lot more panic and sorrow in their voice than they had.
Posted by James from Hell's Kitchen on 05/27 at 04:37 PM#3: Yes, MZ, a Farrakhanista in a bow-tie...one of those exceedingly polite young men in their derivative bowties, who scare me more than the thugs ever did.
CatLady #4: Five years, honeybunch, is a hint. Put it away now and start something fresh. Hel will NOT be shy about coming to you and thwacking your eyebrows when she wants you to pick her up again. I have an idea. You’re an Aesir supporter, so write about the Vanir: Frigga would suit you, Marchioness of Mittelshmerz and Fertility that she is.
MZ #5: June is National Expendable Writing Month! Oyez, oyez, oyez, all Expendable Nation denizens pull out yer pencils and push ‘em on paper. There Will Be A Test.
RT #8: Glad you liked Houstonium. Propagate it far and wide with blessings.
Enron’s bandits-in-chief are convicted felons now. Lay and Skilling will get token time, but will always be felons. >yippee<
Posted by Mudge from Austin on 05/27 at 07:01 PMRT #8: You know, I think it can be a very cool exercise to occasionally act like a tourist in one’s hometown. Good for the brain cells to see famliar things in a new way.
James #9: You wouldn’t want me riding with you. I am a terrible cyclist. A true amateur. As for ACs, we too are installing one this weekend.
Mudge #10: It’s official...with one minor change: June is International Expendable Writing Month.
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/27 at 07:23 PMInteresting story about tourists on the subway, Mickey! And a lovely story from Mudge.
And hi, James and RT!
That’s all for now ..
HelgaPosted by Helga Fremlin from Daylesford, Australia on 05/28 at 12:04 AMMudge, maybe, maybe not about your suggestion. I’m working and thinking hard about it lately, so we’ll see. But Frigga is more traditionally Odin’s wife, and Freya is the Vanir you refer to. Dude! Get thee to D’Aulaires’!
got back just now from a late proofreading shift, with the eternal question, did I take it because I really need the money, or to put off writing? We’ll see… out at the beach tomorrow, see you all later!
Mickey, you need to fix that bicycling situation. Seriously.
Posted by James from Hell's Kitchen on 05/28 at 03:07 AM
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