a World Series Cup

got off work tonight and making my way home I noticed a big dude who with Yankees hat and gear almost looked like an umpire to me, noticed he had a stack of plastic cups and wondered if that wasn't a source of pride since to get each one a beer had to be consumed, briefly remembered my own beer drinking days of yesteryear and its pursuant comraderie. Noticed quite a few other Yankees cups stacks and once on the train I deduced that the Yanks and Phillies are undoubtedly in the World Series this year, this very night, in my own town! I felt alone. I felt disconnected, a lot I didnt ask for but I think earned. How many games into it I wondered? Is my brother cheering the Phils from LA?

Sharon Van Etten on tour

in DC @ Black Cat, tonight, with Rain Machine. She is an old friend of mine from the Stain days. Her songs are very beautiful.

END OF THE WORLD

a convo with the gf, An Inconvenient Truth, a rap song name drops Nostradamus and now I'm ready to ask her to marry me, move inland, & try and raise a family there before its too late for the earth and/or for this mortal incarnation

what if we underestimated inanimate objects

what if like the cells of our own bodies at the mercy of some invading cancer, rocks (and other fundamental materials of earth) that would seem to have had no remarkable life until re-imagined by the opportunistic intruder were actually at the command or part of a larger more amazing and complex "being", not inanimate for lack of imagination but in service of their function to the larger whole. what if rocks were masters of meditation and contentment was their default and unassailable state, incapable of any jealousy of the animal world with its unfortunate and endless quotidian struggle to satisfy needs both extraneous AND essential, rocks may be the arm of a being so much larger and more powerful than any we can imagine. As we flounder without rock's support beneath our feet, perhaps we should not so quickly relegate it to a world of a lower order, Plotinus.

a tad lengthy?

so I got rambling yesterday, not sure I could keep that up anyway... who out there is into tea before bed as a calming pleasure? Mint tea tonight, but anything herbal, not caffeinated and non-energizing. Honestly any sort of warm tea-esque beverage makes me breathe more deeply, and just all around love life. Coffee just cant hack it in comparison - its an highly addictive anxiety inducing beverage that leaches minerals from the bloodstream and quite frankly it scares the shit out of me. No thanks, I'll pass. Three cheers for tea.

new starts, soundly sleeping

hey y'all, I've got a headache but I cant say it hasn't been a pretty great day off. It doesn't take much sometimes guys but... I looked for and found a mattress today after comparison between Sleepy's and ABC here on Broadway and fell in love with one that is only a billion times more than I can afford WITH both parents help as a xmas gift and birthday gift combined (tune of 4G). Anyway, I decided the will to write has come over me and since I already think overtime this is going to be an outlet for me to get it out... todaaayyy...
...Newly pulled from underbed for the colder months, I remembered why I put my brown boots there: one has an air pocket that *whooshes* lightly when I step. No problem I put on my big Audiovox headphones, cranked up daylist XLIV and stomped my way down to the L train. I am taller and feel more aggressive in these brown leather boots, plus my recent leg workouts are some of the first since years ago and my thick soccer legs make me feel sturdy and unassailable. I barely the resisted urge to say "Nice littering, asshole!" to a guy that tossed a piece of paper on the street right in front of me. L train took a while and then skipped my station and without a honk I believe... something many NYers dont know is that if a train is approaching the station and it honks two short honks, the train is not going to stop and it is a warning for people to step back. I can't tell you how many times I have watched people get all excited and ready to board only to find out the train isn't stopping for them a whole 5-10 seconds after me. That's NY time folks. (Why chumps are always running down the stairs to L train platform at Union Square on the south side is for another time). Made it to USquare eventually, scarfed crispy corn Chipotle tacos filled with shredded beef alongside some gossiping nurses and then headed for Sleepy's. Met by a salesman, well groomed, well dressed, hispanic, late 30s, and I realized it had been a while since I had placed myself into the sphere of someone that gets paid when he sells me something. That being said he was not pushy. I told him I slept on a futon of sorts and he seemed pretty sure that everything in his store room would be better than that. I decided to show him stand-offish and skeptical to start and then switched to compliant and warmer; giving the sales man two different looks keeps him undecided in my experience as to which tack he should take with me and keeps me in control without having to listen to lengthy speeches on stuff about which I had not inquired. I liked the Sleep To Live 800 Series Mattress best. He had no card to give me so I left without. Place called Environment had totally dope furniture but no mattresses and said I might try ABC, but warned of incredibly overpriced Hastens products(60K?!). First let me say that ABC is a wonderful place. Not for the budgeted person per se but just a nice place to be... until...