Month: July 2008

exhausted, beat up, and almost falling over. buffalo was insanely busy, both conference side and networking side. i had to sit on two roundtables, one of which i was totally unprepared for, in front of about seventy peers.

my shit is moved, but, as of yet, not unpacked.
i am no longer a harlemite – if i live to next week, and actually unpacking, i’ll try and figure out what i am.

for the record, i am never driving this trip again. i will pay for a plane out of pocket if i have to.

y’know how there is that joke about being so tight you shit a diamond? sorry if i ruined it for you if you didn’t already know. i have so much on my mind at the moment that i am going to die from a diamond embolism, instead of your standard blood clot.

i keep repeating the “whatever doesn’t kill me” mantra, but i am afraid of fail.


i wish i weren’t going through one of the most stressful weeks of recent memory this week, which is, of course, segueing into a business trip.
we will do motos when i am back in action. i’m not gonna be around for whatever insanity/stupidity you have shakin tonight, unless it is shaking its booty in the city.

last night’s all-star game was absolutely ridiculous. i do not often talk sports. i am a yankees fan first, baseball fan after that. last night was some good goddamn baseball. props to and for the inspiration and the hookup.

in addition, i really liked hellboy 2 (thanks to for the suggestion). it was not as good as the first, but it explored a very different direction, one which i hope that they work more of into the third movie they are already rumoring about. if they ever make a motion picture out of any of the R.A. Salvatore books featuring Drizzt, i think the guy who played Prince Nuada should play the role. ditto that if someone ever has an acid trip with enough rich people to get an Elric flick off the ground.

the point is, i’m bloody exhausted.

not only is not sleeping for two days nowhere near as much fun as it used to be, it defitnely has a lot more powerful effect on my personal appearance (which you all know, i am so meticuliously vain about).
i look like i just went three rounds with a sock full of nickels. amusingly, i feel that way too.

have you ever had a dream where you are in circumstances of dire consequence, intimate passion, or bitter pain with someone who you love, or someone you used to be close with, only to awaken, and find that you are now in a totally different vector/time/place in life, with a totally different person? how do you deal with that? how do you cope?

that was me from 3am-5am this morning. when this shit happens, it takes everything i have sometimes not to get up and _act_ on the feelings, intuitions, or emotions. sometimes they are so vivid it hurts, like old scars flaring up in new pain.

i haven’t lived enough or seen enough to have anything more than an angle on how i see things working, but i have seen enough to know that dreams are powerful, and often have pretty big significance in my waking world, more so than a lot of mundane items.

tough nuts to crack.

it is freaking Tuesday, and this is the first moment i’ve gotten to write much of anything.
i hit to drunken deer, and signed a lease.

now i have to move, do a couple server upgrades, and prep for the business trip i have to go on _the day after_ i move.

so much to do, so little time.

hope everyone had a good 4th!

i never, in a million years, thought i’d be living in a place like this (fucking horrible site). women do funny things to you jack, just ask richard pryor all about it. that was pretty close to how surreal this application process was. i kept waiting for them to ask me for a dna sample.