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In Uncategorized on August 15, 2014 at 7:17 pm

YEP, AUTUMN is upon us.

(WordPress has changed its interface again. This time using a monospaced font which could only be good. The internet, in the year 2014, is finally adapting what has been SOP by printed publications for ages. Imagine that, early adopters.)

SO AUTUMN in New York although we still have about two weeks before Labor Day, the last day of wearing white by those who wears white. The temperature is in the 60s on the way to work and 70s on the way back. I plan to wear a blazer during dinner tonight. It’s Friday after all and I just got my first paycheck. Withdrew it in Benjamins, gave half to the wife, and will save a dollar to be framed.

THE KRAKEN of a novel that has won the beauty contest is being prepped to be finally unleashed by winter. Three writers, all former winners by the same beauty contest, are kind enough to blurb the book. Winning the beauty contest is nothing but chance (all have a chance to win it, I just chanced it last year) but it is amazing how other winners are welcoming when I asked for help. The others though, those with zero medals, wow, those are the ones who have no time to even answer my query. And they thought that that beauty contest is incestuous. I say, win one, preferably “GRAND PRIZE FOR THE NOVEL” and then you will understand.

THE NOVEL category opens next year. I am willing to share my insights to anyone who asks. I think aside from a killer idea, two very important points need to be met for a chance of getting a medal. This thinking was honed by my advertising experience when winning beauty contests are a yearly war.

OH, WE are doing Bikram Yoga now. Joy is better, if that is the word, than me. But sweating is very nice indeed.

NOW WE drink and dine to my first paycheck.

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In Uncategorized on July 18, 2014 at 10:45 pm

TODAY I said yes to permanent employment. In Brooklyn. I will be doing what I have been doing for the last month or so. Plus some desktop work, on a mac, thank fucking gods. This is a big fucking deal and I will frame a token dollar from my first paycheck. The kicker is that everyone in the office thinks I deserve the position because “I am a happy person”. Which is a good thing because I can do happy.

ONWARDS TO citizenship now that I am taxpayer.

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In Uncategorized on July 10, 2014 at 9:38 am

IT’S BEEN two, three weeks after the Summer Solstice and the thought that fall would be upon us soon is both dreadful and exciting. Fall is my summer after all but it is the cold that will soon follow that is a bummer. Mid-July and the temperatura is in the low 90s, no warnings of a heatwave has been sounded although there was a red flag about an air cleanliness index last week. August will kick off summer streets (for the first time, biking for me from 72nd to City Hall instead of running), Memorial Day will come, and then viola, September. I have never survived September without wearing a hoodie. So yes, it’s going to get cold soon.

THE FOURTH of July was spent in a cabin in the woods. Nothing supernatural occurred, except maybe I only drank four bottles of Stella at that place while the rest were downed in off the road restaurants and lobster places. Trekking (read: riding a four-wheeler) up two National Parks for some fresh air. Picking up a Stephen King paperback at a local convenience store. Pissing in portalets and outhouses of gas stations. Sleeping in bunks beds with my wife and foregoing sex. Cooking the usual eggs and fried rice and bacon and spam for breakfast. Starbucks coffee. Yes, it was a good break. I look forward to Fire Island this fall.

TAKING THE day off as my gout is acting up. Add to that, there is an electrical problem at the office and the only way to go to work is to climb six flights of stairs in this humid weather. Six flights, when you take a pre-war warehouse, means around 12 flights of modern stairs. So no, can do, senyores. I need the money for the Europe trip this year but I can’t walk that number of flights. Thankfully, Joy is also at home, offsetting her Monday day off when she met a client for dinner. The plan today is to finish the Stephen King novel, last week’s NY Times, and to write 2,000 words at the very least on a new short story. All I have is a title and some semblance of the road it would take. But I miss writing in the morning so who knows where this could lead to. There’s also the laundry in the mix as I am running out of clean briefs.

AH, THE bike. An all-black fixie with no stand, bell, relfectors, water holder, lock holder and what have you. I love it. From Mott Street to 81st Street, I did a Le Tour de Upper East three days ago and sweated out my non-existent office stress. Yes, about a year into the gig now and I still love the beautiful, optimistic hipsters. Anyway, fixie riding is the way to go and I wonder how I could ever go back to gears. Really. This something that could only be experienced, not explained. This weekend, I attempt Le Tour de Outer Loop at the park with its half ascent and half descent course populated by runners and bikers alike. And then maybe next weekend, the Brooklyn Bridge with all those tourists.

TWO BOOKS that will be read after King:

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NOW ONTO reading and writing.

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