I would blog about cell phones but what's the point

Let me just jump into it. Those of us that live at Eastern Ave and have been exposed to or know this very strange book may find some bizarre characters imitating reality situations... The book Painkillers for Amnesia was written by Patrick Aldrich, who apparently went to Worcester State College and is a musician... see website...> http://www.iosproductions.com/pataldrich.cfm

In other news, I have a list of things to do that is very daunting. Where the fuck have I been? Writing left unsorted, homework half-assed, worked commitments procrastinated.... but here I am, back in the game. Is this a good thing? Living slightly off the grid is sometimes necessary for healing and the like but what do we actually gain from the grid? More things to spend money on? A sense of fear? I'm being mostly sarcastic... I've always been plugged in, so clearly I don't even begin to live "off" the grid.... I encourage everyone to consider a few things that will help keep you connected to actual people rather than devices. I plan on trying desperately to adhere to these.

1) When lunching, dining, communing with friends on any level-- put the phone away. In the days when we only had our land lines to keep us connected, we managed just fine.

2) Never ditch plans with friends for TV programming! Seriously WTF! In the age of Tevo or whatever the hell it is, we should be able to give up our valuable time to the people we care about over the idiot box. (if one is sick however please stay home and watch away)

3) Try as hard as you can not to speak on your phone when in buildings with strangers. (restaurants, bookstores, package stores, trains, planes, buses, cars) You miss an incredible opportunity to connect to new people... yes strangers... but weren't your friends strangers before you got to know them? think of that friend you met in the lunch line at school? what if you had been on the phone? you may never have had that opportunity to barely make it home after the bars that time... oh that's for another blog...

4) Don't hug someone until the end their cell phone conversation. I want full attention hugs!

Will be home in less than 24

So my run in nyc is rapidly coming to an end. By tomorrow evening i will be in worcester again... What's in the cards? Well ladies and gentlemen... you are in the cards.... the next 8 months i want to discover what i can of you and this corner of worcester. I want to make art... write... make love... have sex... fuck... enjoy therapy once a week.... enjoy a bit of the spirits (if you get my drift...). I feel, sadly that my days in Massachusetts are coming to a close.... The one thing people should remember is that my friendships are for life... Hopefully we will always know one another....

But what I really want to rant on is television.... perhaps i can blame tv for my high level of sap lately. As often happens when i vacation somewhere, i watch tv. No exception in nyc and my dear friends who house me always seem to have an excellent cable selection. Unfortunately I am so overloaded on american culture i don't know what to write about or protest about... sometimes i'm like, "oh cool, this fun" and the other times i'm like, "what the fuck just happened to my brain?" It's as if my intellect, senses, and use of my limbs gets temporarily sucked away and stored somewhere next to the take out, porn, or book i'm not reading. The tv zone is very draining and not completely guilt free. On the upside I get to hear about the Playboy girls and the "fun they have at the mansion!"

This rant is overtired and late, but i'm sort of trying to get in the habit of this. I think I've found something i want to document. The process of moving to nyc and going to grad school. I know it sounds bland at first, but i promise lots of fun eccentric behavior, not limited to fine foods, good wine, outlandish parties, stressful work weeks, masturbation, sex and poetry (of course).

Peace love.... see you on the other side (of okay...)

Overcast NYC Good Ol Friends

I hope I remember this correctly.... I'm meeting Ginny at... well it started at 42nd st, then Union square, and finally I believe we have settled on.... shit... well the stop is Bleeker st. on the 6 and there is a crate and barrel in there somewhere... not previously discussed barnes and noble... i hope it's not too early for a beer....

Inspired by my love of talking to myself, I now have a blogger profile, which apparently is now run by google.... back in the day it wasn't... i used to read this guy's blog who wrote really dirty erotica and was from england, he was my age... what happened to that i wonder? too many laptops ago i guess.... anyway... the effort here is meant to purge my head of things that take up too much space...

i love this city. i will be here this time next year. no doubt in my mind.