it’s memorial day

just the latest to be memorialized

“To speak the name of the dead is to make them live again.”
—Ancient Egyptian inscription

Robert

this morning I made coffee grabbed my camera, my phone and my pda and went to the yard. The endless rain has seemed to ended

one neighbor’s tree fell into another neighbor’s yard, well only half the tree fell the other half is still up right. I think it pissed off the resident squirrels, they seemed a little feisty today.

I looked at my memos in the pda and the latest was from April ninth. It read “I’ve been so concerned with the climb that when I reached the summit, I felt uneasy.”

I did a lot of nothing, read a little, ate a little, watched tv and then got restless so I went to the bookstore.

I don’t know why I find a certain amount of solace at the bookstore.

finally mowed all the lawns this past Saturday morning

got the oil changed in the dodge Dakota as well

pretty much called it a day after that and showed up at a favorite place

may presence had been requested

my plan was to hang around a bit and relax but there was trouble, someone was refused entry and took offense

a window broke but management jumped on it right away

at the time I did know but the offended was part of a pub crawl and the offended’s crawl mates took offense too

I noticed the management was taking too long to return so, I went outside, what I saw first - four high performance motorcycles. I got a bad feeling. Next I saw the manager in charge keeping tabs on the one who broke the window and they were both surrounded by quiet a large number of people, people not too keen on what the manager was doing. The commotion was happening in the middle of the street. I stepped from the doorway to the curb. As I got to the curb, the assistant manager grabbed some guy from behind who had just approached the manager from behind and then three guys looked like they were about to rush the assistant manager.

I thought “Shit”

As I was stepping off the curb, I tried to think of the best way to protect everyone. The pub crawlers were all wearing green t-shirts, I counted nine of them in the street and more on the sidewalk. There was too many. I was worried about the mob mentality effect so the first part of my plan was to approach slowly. By the time my foot hit the roadway, things were over, the situation diffused as quickly as it had got ready to explode.

which was good because I really didn’t want to get my ass kicked that day

!

just a warning

if you mill about my cube or my cube area without any real purpose i will get the desire to knife you

I’m bored waiting on stuff from so-n-so

so

a few days ago I was at the bar having lunch

Danielle said “I was home the other day and saw a nice recipe for Veal Milanese. I think I’ll try that later”

“Whose show was it on” I asked

“I could not make out her name, it was something that began with g”

“Was she kinda hot?”

“Yeah”

“Giada” I said confidently (Gee-ah-duh)

“Yeah, that’s it. I’ll tell you, I'ld like to jump on that”


Danielle's the one on the left in case you forgot

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so-n-so just basically said he won't be finished tonight so I'll be on call for tomorrow. I guess i won't be doing any memorial shots after work

So, I get to the second job earlier than usual, the owner is there.

Some of the things I need to do get put in her office, mainly so people don’t screw around with it.

I went in to get my stuff. She was on the phone. I glanced in her direction so I could catch her saying hello and noticed she was wearing a skirt with no stockings. The skirt looked like it was on the shortish side. She has been dressing better since the divorce. She’s over forty but she still has a set of legs and I’m all like I gotta work here.

Anyway, I go to my office and do stuff and five minutes later she asks to see me, I went down the stairs and she has this high end proposal in her hands and I notice that the skirt isn’t that short after all but it is a couple inches above the knee, and she tells me some secret stuff and said we need a proposal, we will need five copies, and we are stealing the photos from this and shows me the aforementioned proposal and we need them bound. She then looked me in the eye, I give no reaction other than to say “okay.” “And”, she continued “I need them by tomorrow.” She was still looking me in the eye for a reaction. I just shrugged my shoulders, and asked “Just by tomorrow?” because usually her deadlines are borderline ridiculous. She further tells me that we’re just waiting on so-n-so to bring by about two pages worth of copy.

That was at 7:00 PM it is now 10:40PM and so-n-so just showed up.

so

i rehash everything over in my mind and today in the elevator what pops in is "I don't consider myself a writer" which is what i typed into a comment box over at the anonymous haledjian

which i think is true but the issue i had with that statement is that i write real estate ads, i write a company webpage, i write brochures, i write here - i'll even rewrite stuff people give me

i've had writers i respect tell me what i do is writing

but still, i don't feel like i'm a writer

maybe i don't want to be called a writer because then i'll expect certain things from myself

leftovers - things that didn't make the cut - or things i said 'aw, screw it' to

i don't have to generate sales or hits or readers, i have nothing to live up to, i have no reputation to defend, nothing is expected of myself

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I love bar food, the cheesy fries, the potato skins, the buffalo wings all that crap that gives me quick satisfaction but there are times when I need to eat off of a nice plate using silverware for a meal that consists of more than just an appetizer

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my classic at work move

at work I sit with my back to the entrance to my cube and if i notice that someone has just approached to talk to me i'll reach for the phone like i'm about to make a phone call and then 'notice' them with the phone still in my hand and ask them what they want it's usually a short request

timing is key

three bucks equals some dough

"what are you doing tonight?"

"i have no plans"

"well, i think it's your turn to drive to New Hampshire and get the tickets"

"ok"

i thought i was going to get a date not a hour and a half round trip drive to a neighboring state.

when the powerball jackpot is over 100 million one of us will drive to get lottery tickets

it's a routine she started. i'm happy waiting for my own state's lottery to get to over 100 million

it was raining, it's been raining since it's stopped snowing, or at least it seems that way

i really wasn't looking forward to the drive but i grabbed some CD's and made the best of it.

i got in the truck, took off my jacket, turned on the heat just a little, the temperature was the high forties and did i mention the rain.

i timed things right, i left as soon as i got home 4:27PM, i was ahead of the rush hour traffic.

the me time was good

a friend won three bucks

i won three bucks too

so, i'm not crazy about the gray which is actually called silver but seeing the sidebar all one color all the way down the page does make me happy

previously, the sidebar in my Firefox browser would only be colored in the exposed portion of the opened window

it bothered me but i didn't care enough to fix it

watchout for that bus

so, i did get the boneless buffalo tenders for lunch

one of my buddies later joined me for lunch

after work we both went back

after work there is a free buffet

first put out were nachos

then boneless buffalo tenders

my buddy then asked how much did i pay at lunch for those and mentioned seven or eight dollars. he then went and fetched himself some. while he was getting them the cook came up from the kitchen, he made this batch extra hot and came up for the show. my buddy starts in on the buffalo chicken and starts what looks like a some performance art piece.

the chicken was hot

i asked if he wanted any water, he couldn't speak. i know water is not the thing to drink in such a case but there was no bread or bread like substitute to offer. once i was certain he wasn't going to die i said "i would pay seven dollars any day just not to do that" and then i asked if i could try a piece. i popped the thing in my mouth and ate it without incident.

it was hot but it wasn't putting-on-a-show-worthy hot.

it was too bright to shoot video so i waited for the sun to go down

this shot is my favorite in the brochure

the big three from the Boston skyline are there

the John Hancock Building

the Prudential Building

the John Hancock Tower


part of me didn’t want to share it with strangers

it’s just a damn photo

here, here, hear, hear, hair, hair

"Did you hear me bad mouthing you" he asked jokingly

"Yeah, but..."

"And you didn't say anything?"

"Well, I kinda agreed with you"

i don't have any large psychological problems or at least i don't think i do

but there are sometimes where i can eat the exact same thing for lunch everyday for a month

not only can but do

not only do but want to

sometimes it is BBQ chicken thin crust pizza

sometimes it is a smoke turkey breast with lettuce tomato on dark rye sandwich

sometimes, like now, it is boneless buffalo chicken tenders.

"How would you like them: mild; medium or hot?" I'll be asked if they don't know how eyes likes 'em

I'll say medium even though i like them better hot

just because usually those who get them hot do so because they are trying to prove their manhood



sometimes, i hurt myself with my own judgments which is pretty damn stupid

so, i was asked for a favor - cover the desk at 11:30AM

11:30AM comes - i go to the desk

"Now it's not until noon" i was informed

"I'm going to run for a coffee then. Do you want anything?"

the answer - no

it's raining, it's be raining for days and will rain for more days.

I stand by the door and think about making a run for it. "You did say run for a coffee" I think.

I run

When I run back there is this dude looking lost. He says something to me in Spanish.

He wants the train, from the lobby door of where I work one can see the subway station, I move to where there is a direct line of vision and point, but he doesn't quite understand. The station has both the blue line and the green line so i say verde because i'm the catfish verde. (only on the ride in the elevator up do I remember blue is azul)

I'm just glad he didn't ask me where the library was because that's four blocks down the street.