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Sunday, December 27, 2009


So the crismass season has passed and we count our blessings, or, in most cases, we count who sent us crismiss cards and who didn't, vowing to send to those who did and screw the bastards who didn't. i was one of the bastards this year because i was too schizoed out to believe that there really was a holiday here. i bought thas gold earrings but she didn't particularly like them so we exchanged them for really cool bangles. i'm really happy for her because she loves the gift. i noticed the crismiss reminders began even before thanksforthefoodpigout day. used to be they'd wait until after that high holy day. now it's sell sell sell and buy this buy that. the christians have lost the meaning of crismiss but they aren't the only religion to lose the deeper meaning. at least the muslims haven't forgot how to jihad their butts off. almost got an entire airline this time. oops--forgot to mention it's a religion of peace--maybe they meant pieces of bodyparts. anyway, merry crismiss to all and to all a happy new year. may it not suck as much as these past several years did with the lack of mutual caring and love for the simple fact that we are humans and no religion should come in the way of that, nor piece of land.
peace out

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Two EMS workers were having lunch in Manhattan yesterday when a young woman, who worked in the restaurant they were eating in, had a medical event. The two EMS workers went on eating and did not intervene to help the young woman who subsequently died. How unconscionable is that? How do people get into professions like the helping professions and do nothing to help someone who obviously needed it. She died--a young, vital woman who could have very possibly been saved. These jerks were suspended--a lot of good that does her and her family.

Thursday, December 17, 2009


So the story is initially finished, but is it really? I know that I still have a lot to do in order to make it palatable to anyone reading it. I lack a strong plot, although there's a plot. I have a theme, but I need to express it stronger than I have already expressed it. And there are a lot of expletives in it that may cause people to think that I can only write a fucked up story with dirty dirty words. But seriously, I hope I can fix it in time--that is, in time before I'm too old to remember what the story is about. My characters are good, I think, but I want to make them gooder. Writing is tough.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Ellen Bellen Watermelon

I am at work, just having met with my manager, who says I need to bring in more money for the company. In the middle of this, I realized that today is Ellen's birthday. She would have been 66 years old if she hadn't died of breast cancer when she was only 46. Wow, that was twenty years ago and it seems like it was only a few years ago at best. Ellen was my older sister. She was a psychiatric nurse, so she knew that the lymphoma was going to kill her. I still remember her anger and disbelief--Kubler-Ross was right when she described the stages of dying. My mother had to take a Valium at the cemetery to hold herself together. Now even she is gone--dying on her 90th birthday this past January. As children, Ellen and I would tease each other. I used to call her Ellen Bellen Watermelon.
It's a good thing computer type doesn't run.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Most Bumped Into New Yorker by other New Yorkers

Why is it whenever I walk down the street, no matter how much I stay over to my right, someone invariably bumps into me? I am the "Most bumped into New Yorker by other New Yorkers" I know. I walk to the right, I don't weave, I give up room when necessary, and still, somebody bumps me more than just a glancing blow. Perhaps it's a territorial thing for people--they don't want to give up an inch to anyone. They're high chargers; go-getters; 'get the flock out of my way, David' kinds of people. And here am I, just wanting to go from point A to point Z and the rest of the fucking alphabet is filled with bumps and bruises.

Monday, June 8, 2009

the arduous task of writing

Writing is probably one of the top of the list most difficult tasks there is. It's also one of the esasiest to procrastinate over. Anyway, I've got to eat dinner so I'll get back to this another time.

Thursday, April 23, 2009


Just want to mention that this is a work in progress and I've been editing some of it and reposting as needed. So, for example, Chiquetta's name has changed to Linda Seraphic and even this is still tentative. I don't mean to confuse, but the business of writing is dynamic and a royal PIA