8.27.2002
i have to say...Everybody Loves Raymond is one of the worst sitcoms I've ever seen. The characters are boring, the dialogue is boring, and really...nobody loves raymond. so why are there so many reruns aired?? i don't get it!! someone explain this to me...
8.24.2002
why do i have such an infatuation with breakers? this can definitely explain it a lil...
B-Boys Break Words
the music is feline
crouching in the thick
cover of juking legs
we ring the dance floor
like vengeful hands
around faithless necks
to see b-boys spar
in 4/4 time
the city painted pitch
around us.
the b-boys are the only
lights moving tonight
firefly alphabets
liquid glyphs
carved from water
unraveling coded
messages making
shadows on our faces
our faces moving water.
i want to be tireless
i want to spin
in the eye of this
be a sinew in this flurry
of hypnotic motion
skinny lees
thrift store tee
woolen scully
legs like tropical storms
slap tapping an effortless
morse code message
through the hardwood
saddling the thickened cat
of music
and snaking away into the earth
to tickle the spines
of sleeping ancestors
tucked in their pine boxes
like cartons of takeout sleeping
deep in the ice chest earth
their flesh has slipped away
into the compost and
poked through the earth's
tender skin as milkweed
and rose of sharon
but they smile
their effortless skeletal smiles
and rap the plywood
lids of their tombs
with pencil thin bones
shouting "go on! go on!"
i slip to one knee
skid to a three point semi-
stop
before bursting
into a photoflash bloom
of instant musculation
like a just-add-water minute-flower
run on a freeze-dried ton of solar power
i
stutter
stop
start --
rotate on a single hand
like a planet reconsidering
its axis
taunt time
as i pause
too long
in mid-air
freeze
resume
flow
as spectators stare...
i am poised, on pause
on the cipher's trembling lip
watching b-boys
collapse gravity
and rewrite the human body
i chase their trails
through my eyes
with words heavy as bricks
playing earthbound magician
begging them
to fly
SHADY. shady i tell you. i guess that's how companies work tho...
yes, i used to work for aMagazine....the poor thing. it had so much potential. well maybe it'll get better in the future. i wonder if any of the previous employees knew that it wasn't really going under, and are still working for it. so shady. they could at least tell me about it. but no...i gotta find out by randomly checking out the old page. oh well...at least i'm on to bigger and better things. or at least more stable. :O)
8.20.2002
is it me or do you feel dumber after work?
i definitely don't feel as intellectual or passionate as compared to when i was unemployed. well, i guess i'm just kind of mentally drained after work. that makes sense. i do want to be physically active...but i don't want to think. hmm...that's really starting to bother me. i reach for a book...and just think...i don't want to read. i don't want to exercise my brain anymore today. big big boo. and see, i don't have anything as interesting to blog about. well, maybe i'm not as emotional. yea that's definitely true.
i usually hate all things routine...because i equate routine with monotonous with lifeless with obsolete. and truthfully, i dreaded the working life coming out of college. but i found out it ain't all that bad. there are some perks:
--supporting myself
--feeling needed
--being able to go home and just relax, and not having next week's midterm or 20 page paper to think about..
--time to work out/be healthier
--SLEEP!!
but of course i do miss some things:
--the all nighters (no of course not the paper all niter...but you know the DDT (deep dark talk) all niters)
--dancing
--learning
--meeting people
--summers off
--and oh yes...pizza house, jimmy johns, etc etc...
8.16.2002 KOUK, we are the premier destination on hyperwest!!! wow i feel like i just won an emmy. well, ok maybe not...but what an honor. thanks jon. i admit...i'm gloating. :O)
8.15.2002
work is kind of intense already. but maybe that's cuz i'm learning still, and trying to play catch up all the time. i'm nervous too. very. my manager was telling me how one of our sales reps out in Cali doesn't "have anything upstairs." he's a complete knowledge junkie. has a million useless facts and tidbits of info. i guess i'm afraid that in a matter of days he's gonna realize his new hire doesn't have much more up there than that sales rep.
but i do love it...the atmosphere is perfectly conducive for my working style. i love not being so restricted. it allows me enough freedom and comfort to focus on the job at hand, rather than politics or rules or any other crap. at the same time, i def feel needed already. thats a great feeling.
its weird...last year I was faced with the same predicament. i moved up here to ny in mid july, and my parents gave me 2 months to find a job. i was so lucky...finding one in a month and a half. this year, aMag went under at the end of february, and I was unemployed...til today. but my parents called me last week, and we decided that if i didn't find a job by the time my lease ended (at the end of september), i would have to move back home. and so here i am...relieved that i don't have to move back home.
wat was the point of that lil tidbit? i have no idea. but i guess its just neat how things work out. not that i was depressed or had any reason to be depressed these past few months. but things were definitely frustrating. there was a lot of confidence doubting and ego questioning goin on. which is always good. and always needed. but i feel like things are on the up and up. and i feel incredibly lucky.
i really like it here at musicvision. i guess it has only been one day. but get this: all the yoo-hoo's and welsch's grape soda i want. yes thats rite folks. there's this lil drink fridge in the kitchen, where you can take anything at anytime. i thought it was just the usual coke, pepse, sprite, etc....but nooooooo. to my great great surprise, i find cans and cans of yoo-hoo and grape soda.
wat more do you need in a workplace???
anyways, changing gears...i'd really like to do this beach and a bbq thing that was supposed to go down this past weekend. so...everyone clear their plans for the weekend of the 24th (august). me & lynn were thinking of planning a day at the beach and a bbq during the day, spending the nite somewhere nearby (a house preferably..any volunteers??) and then perhaps the next day going shopping at the Source Mall and then finishing it off with dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (which is at the Source too).
8.09.2002 I admit I knew all eyes were on me as I wandered into virgin megastore at times square. And there at the display were about 8 trlites hogging the janet display. how did purchasing this record equate buying a black tail in front of ma dukes or condoms from a drug store you used to frequent as a kid? because of my nervousness of losing what credibility I have with music lovers I actually upped krs-one's record sales (whose display was right next to hers) because I needed a valid excuse to purchase this ''all for you'' cd. perhaps it was a convo I had with a few music snobs who scoffed when I slyly suggested that I wanted to know if virgin was having a midnight sale of janet's album. The silence was deafening. Was I muttering ''siiiiiiike!!!!!'' a mere 2 seconds later? true to adult video rental form I ran straight to the jazz section and got 3 hank mobley records and some freddy hubbard cd's and casually slipped my krs and janet (2 artists who released their most ground breaking work in 86/87) discs in the basket. hoping to go unnoticed. once in the safety of the cab I opened the plastic faster than the speed of sound. ahhhh...together again. for the eighth time. The only pop artist I listen to like an ''artist's artist'' ('93's ''the body that loves you'' is still a masterpiece) and as I was conducting my 30 second scan I was shocked as fuck that my main man mike made an unbilled cameo on ''son of a gun'' god damn!!!!
Oh no
That's not michael Jackson. That's friggin carly simon!!!!!! Why does she sound like him? Or vice versa? Why is this janet's ''money'' (mike's seethin diatribe from 95's his-story to the greedy bastards who set him up in 93). And one look at the lyric sheet and I know exactly who this song is about. Just scan the lyrics:
-thought you'd get the money
-eat it
-gigolo
-sleezy
-stupid motherfucker
-victim
-throw you out
-stupid bitch in my beachouse
-make you suffer
Hmmmm wonder who she could be talking bout?
Much to my chagrin once I gave it a full listen I was....
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but ok, you're rite...i need to blog. it's been awhile...but i blame it on all you visiting fools. haha. its been a great couple of weeks...starting with bday celebrations, Toronto, and then mun-fung, steeb, jon, anna, eric, kimmie, and babbs coming to visit. fun fun fun.
and to top it all off...i have joined the ranks of the employed. yes that's rite. i got me a J.O.B. and not just any job, but one with a company that seems fun, dynamic, challenging, very unique. i'll be in the email marketing division which doesn't really excite me per se. but i'll get to learn both marketing aspects as well as some schtuff on the technology platform.....neither of which i want to do in the future. but hey, it's an exciting industry..wahoo!
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