Made the 813 and finished book 1 of 2 of The Programme. I bought book 2 two years ago @ Baltimore Ccomic-Con and couldn't find #1 anywhere online (it was overpriced) and finally found it for a reasonable amount a short while back. I like the stories about secret World War II projects that were rumored, lay dormant and then materialize 50 years later -- don't know why but I just do.
Listening to a Van Halen mix today as I'm making my way in this lovely weather. I made the light at the WSH w/o incident or halting and just went at a decent pace. Forgot to remove my good headphones from Liz's bag so I'm stuck with the interim dollar ones. Kind of hurts my earballs after a little while.
I feel pretty fortunate on days like this -- I have much to look forward to and that's what will get me through. I don't like the whole "remember when" thing. I'm glad that most of the people who do that sort of stuff are out of my life.
The new sneakers I bought on weds propelled me during yesterday's 5k, which clocked in at 22 minutes exactly. I think the combination of rest and the new footwear really helped and we'll find out again next week if that will hold true again.
Many people running and biking today, unsurprisingly. I am seeing a lot of people with the same bike as mine only they apparently are comfortable with the "rock-on-a-stick" seat that came with it. They may as well book their appointments with the proctologist now.
It's going to be a long day today as I have extracurricular plans tonite -- makes me glad I ran yesterday so that I'm keeping up with the 2x/week pace and I will still have some enthusiasm for the crooner show later.
There's so much going on in the world right now. CNN had a specialist on Spitzer's show last nite describing how Americans and its media have ADD. She's right on the money.
Thank you for reading.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
word forward
Didn't have time for a proper breakfast as I overslept just a bit today.
I'm a little zapped from missing the morning coffee hit.
Saw a couple of shows in the past 2 nites and haven't exercised at all so I'm at least well-rested. I look back and there was a lot of exercising in the past 10 days and I was still sore on Tuesday so now I should be at full power if I were to go running today.
So much has happened in the country and the world this week -- here are my thoughts:
The Arizona shooter is full of crap and should be put to death. He's proud of what he did so
get him outta here. He doesn't even deserve the right to wipe his own ass.
At first I was totally dismayed that Netanyahu was willing to revert to pre-1967 borders, b/c Palestinian authorities seem to do a really good job of looking the other way when they suicide bomb a market square or slit an entire family's throats. But if the biggest problem with this is that they won't acknowledge Israel as a state/nation, then it makes them look like a big bunch of assholes (the kind everyone already knows they are). If this deal ever gets made that might mean that Israelis will overnite become Palestinian citizens. Problem there is that they will always be seen as Jewish and Israeli so here's an idea for a reality show or a documentary: Keep cameras on those families 24/7. See how welcomed they feel and how no one will extort nor threaten them in their new country/same house. Broadcast that stuff live to the world. Make the "Truman Show" out of that situation right there and we'll see who the real aggressors are.
The situation in the Midwest is horrendous. They showed footage of the twister just ripping apart an 18-wheeler and the driver survived. Makes the couple of hurricanes we've withstood seem like a stiff wind.
Beautiful sunny morning today and the only little snafu was that as I took 33rd west, just crossing the street, a short glasses-adorned woman with long braided hair wasn't stopping as an SUV and me were coming at her. I asked her if she really had to get where she was going that badly and she apologized. Some people are in their own headspace at the worst moments.
I need a vacation.
Thank you for reading.
I'm a little zapped from missing the morning coffee hit.
Saw a couple of shows in the past 2 nites and haven't exercised at all so I'm at least well-rested. I look back and there was a lot of exercising in the past 10 days and I was still sore on Tuesday so now I should be at full power if I were to go running today.
So much has happened in the country and the world this week -- here are my thoughts:
The Arizona shooter is full of crap and should be put to death. He's proud of what he did so
get him outta here. He doesn't even deserve the right to wipe his own ass.
At first I was totally dismayed that Netanyahu was willing to revert to pre-1967 borders, b/c Palestinian authorities seem to do a really good job of looking the other way when they suicide bomb a market square or slit an entire family's throats. But if the biggest problem with this is that they won't acknowledge Israel as a state/nation, then it makes them look like a big bunch of assholes (the kind everyone already knows they are). If this deal ever gets made that might mean that Israelis will overnite become Palestinian citizens. Problem there is that they will always be seen as Jewish and Israeli so here's an idea for a reality show or a documentary: Keep cameras on those families 24/7. See how welcomed they feel and how no one will extort nor threaten them in their new country/same house. Broadcast that stuff live to the world. Make the "Truman Show" out of that situation right there and we'll see who the real aggressors are.
The situation in the Midwest is horrendous. They showed footage of the twister just ripping apart an 18-wheeler and the driver survived. Makes the couple of hurricanes we've withstood seem like a stiff wind.
Beautiful sunny morning today and the only little snafu was that as I took 33rd west, just crossing the street, a short glasses-adorned woman with long braided hair wasn't stopping as an SUV and me were coming at her. I asked her if she really had to get where she was going that badly and she apologized. Some people are in their own headspace at the worst moments.
I need a vacation.
Thank you for reading.
Monday, May 23, 2011
...in the tornado...
Moved pretty quickly today -- weaved in and out of traffic.
Not bad considering how sore my legs are -- did a lunchtime 5K in roughly 23 minutes today. I'll take it.
There was coverage of the tornado today and all I could hear internally as made my way was "Tornado of Souls." Not to downplay the severity of the situation in MO., but this is what I heard.
Stopped off in Vitamin Shoppe and they had powerbars on sale but not a good sale so forget it.
Looking forward to my salmon pinwheel tonite.
Glad I re-inflated these tires.
Thank you for reading.
Not bad considering how sore my legs are -- did a lunchtime 5K in roughly 23 minutes today. I'll take it.
There was coverage of the tornado today and all I could hear internally as made my way was "Tornado of Souls." Not to downplay the severity of the situation in MO., but this is what I heard.
Stopped off in Vitamin Shoppe and they had powerbars on sale but not a good sale so forget it.
Looking forward to my salmon pinwheel tonite.
Glad I re-inflated these tires.
Thank you for reading.
new monday
Missed the 813 by maybe 3 seconds. It kind of angers me because the conductors do that thing where they look back out the window and see you but don't make eye contact as the doors have shut -- it's their formal way of non-verbally communicating that "you were two seconds too late and there's nothing you can do about it." I don't care that much, I just think it's rude in a passive-aggressive way.
Saw an old acquaintance/friend today while going west on 33rd -- shouted to him as I made my way toward the giant "Hangover" ad, which formerly adorned "Inception" and a mafia-inspired video game. Wearing the black shirt & sweats today as it could resume raining. I'd like to run today. My legs are sore but this will be a necessity and it will be worth it, even if I don't break any personal records. Have 2 shows after work this week so I'll be dressed in a dapper fashion Tues & Weds and don't want to wear nice clothes while sweating profusely.
As I crossed the Highway this morning the moderate winds were meshing well with the artificial ones in the live version of AC / DC's "Thunderstruck."
There's a film crew a quarter block south of Chelsea Piers today -- looked at first like a news crew but they have that reflector there. I couldn't make out anybody famous or noteworthy.
Reading the new Men's Health today -- some interesting news and ideas but nothing revolutionary. I like when they explain how calories get broken down once ingested -- always a good refresher course.
I think the depression has run its course -- I just needed some sleep, two hard workouts and finishing the Kerouac book. I'm sure the on-and-off rain of last week didn't help much and we'll see how this week goes.
Playlist:
GNR - "Street of Dreams"
The Cult - "Rain," "Coming Down"
Gnarls Barkley - "Storm Coming"
Thank you for reading.
Saw an old acquaintance/friend today while going west on 33rd -- shouted to him as I made my way toward the giant "Hangover" ad, which formerly adorned "Inception" and a mafia-inspired video game. Wearing the black shirt & sweats today as it could resume raining. I'd like to run today. My legs are sore but this will be a necessity and it will be worth it, even if I don't break any personal records. Have 2 shows after work this week so I'll be dressed in a dapper fashion Tues & Weds and don't want to wear nice clothes while sweating profusely.
As I crossed the Highway this morning the moderate winds were meshing well with the artificial ones in the live version of AC / DC's "Thunderstruck."
There's a film crew a quarter block south of Chelsea Piers today -- looked at first like a news crew but they have that reflector there. I couldn't make out anybody famous or noteworthy.
Reading the new Men's Health today -- some interesting news and ideas but nothing revolutionary. I like when they explain how calories get broken down once ingested -- always a good refresher course.
I think the depression has run its course -- I just needed some sleep, two hard workouts and finishing the Kerouac book. I'm sure the on-and-off rain of last week didn't help much and we'll see how this week goes.
Playlist:
GNR - "Street of Dreams"
The Cult - "Rain," "Coming Down"
Gnarls Barkley - "Storm Coming"
Thank you for reading.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Such a Drag
Battling the buzz of a (hopefully last) wave of depression, I'm on the road today. Though I worked out hard and ate well last nite I didn't have a good sleep nor did I wake up pleasantly and getting to the train was not great.
All this has hindered my ability to stay in a good mood and it's probably compounded by the reading of this Kerouac book. He was really all fucked up and I think if he really respected anyone, that person should've just belted him in the face and told him to get his shit straight. Rather than just enjoy the serenity of the mountains and the sea and the tranquility that follows, he opted to be a selfish beatnick asshole. The deception was the music from the album, which has its dark and bluesy and desperate moments but also its upbeat and positive ones. If I had weeks at a time in a cabin there I would probably come out a much better-adjusted human being -- sure it takes a few days to get a lot of old junk out of your head and the back of your spine but once that's over you need to move on clearly. Actually I can handle the drinking, because I don't do much of it and when I do, it's not very much and it's almost always beer or wine. The caffeine withdrawal and lack of heavy metal and music with words would be the tough purge. He had his chance to be Zarathustra and he blew it. He was dead by the end of the 60s.
I saw two guys alongside Chelsea Piers -- one running the other on a bike talking in to the runner's face. The talker is the guy that I mistook for Chris Cornell on more than one occasion. It's not him and he's around here at this time a lot.
There's a group of (I'm guessing) tourists on bikes starting near Hudson River Park across from the Meatpacking District. It must be nice to be coasting here on a full size bike with gears -- I've had that particular experience but no more than a few times since September 2008. One guy on a bike wears a shirt that the back claims is from team Espana so it's possible this is a Spanish tour -- I want to yell out that I'm on his "izquierda" but I'm not certain that means "left."
Back to the mild depression, though -- it happens periodically, lasts about 2-4 days about 2-3 times annually. I know largely it stems from being intellectually dissatisfied and the way I spend the core of my work week. I'm not complaining in the normal sense as I am fully aware that I have accepted this, which is why I know it will pass. I'm listening to a Rollins song off A Nicer Shade of Red called "Such a Drag." I gravitated toward it subconsciously as we platformed and it's probably because it's as if he is talking to me directly (there's two halves to the track -- the latter is this dark, piano-driven monologue). It's organ-fueled with some jazzy guitar solos and it is a sore thumb for his catalogue and I'm sure that's why it didn't make the cut but man does it hit home. (odd that it's the last song off the last "alternate" album of his final Rollins Band album...I'd really like him to do another one I even wrote him and asked him).
While I physically feel superior (to my own self, not to anyone else because at this point the only physical competition is internal) I am emotionally and mentally void today. There's a lot to think about when you are unhappy and tired and drained and most of it is no good for you -- I don't want my life to be all about waiting for the goddamn weekend. I push through it on the bike and I hope to push through it on the run (hopefully) later today.
I can feel a difference in the altering of my diet -- I'm capable of going on less for just as long. Last nite's dinner was wild caught sole with broccoli and boar's head horseradish sauce -- today's lunch will be half of a protein bar and my oats & whey drink. I have opted to give up chocolate -- as previously mentioned -- during the day, as it is not helping. I'm supplementing it by sometimes putting one packet of raw sugar in my Flavia. But none of this happened overnight -- it has taken at least a week for me to get to a spot where I'm comfortable.
Now that I've acknowledged an amount of disenchantment, I will enter work knowing that this is what I might project -- so I will mostly keep to myself so that no one can take my words and use them against me. Most things will be handled by email and I will make it a point to write "hello" "kindly" and "thank you."
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
Wolfmother - "Cosmic Egg"
Velvet Revolver - "Sucker Train Blues" "Do It For the Kids" "Big Machine"
All this has hindered my ability to stay in a good mood and it's probably compounded by the reading of this Kerouac book. He was really all fucked up and I think if he really respected anyone, that person should've just belted him in the face and told him to get his shit straight. Rather than just enjoy the serenity of the mountains and the sea and the tranquility that follows, he opted to be a selfish beatnick asshole. The deception was the music from the album, which has its dark and bluesy and desperate moments but also its upbeat and positive ones. If I had weeks at a time in a cabin there I would probably come out a much better-adjusted human being -- sure it takes a few days to get a lot of old junk out of your head and the back of your spine but once that's over you need to move on clearly. Actually I can handle the drinking, because I don't do much of it and when I do, it's not very much and it's almost always beer or wine. The caffeine withdrawal and lack of heavy metal and music with words would be the tough purge. He had his chance to be Zarathustra and he blew it. He was dead by the end of the 60s.
I saw two guys alongside Chelsea Piers -- one running the other on a bike talking in to the runner's face. The talker is the guy that I mistook for Chris Cornell on more than one occasion. It's not him and he's around here at this time a lot.
There's a group of (I'm guessing) tourists on bikes starting near Hudson River Park across from the Meatpacking District. It must be nice to be coasting here on a full size bike with gears -- I've had that particular experience but no more than a few times since September 2008. One guy on a bike wears a shirt that the back claims is from team Espana so it's possible this is a Spanish tour -- I want to yell out that I'm on his "izquierda" but I'm not certain that means "left."
Back to the mild depression, though -- it happens periodically, lasts about 2-4 days about 2-3 times annually. I know largely it stems from being intellectually dissatisfied and the way I spend the core of my work week. I'm not complaining in the normal sense as I am fully aware that I have accepted this, which is why I know it will pass. I'm listening to a Rollins song off A Nicer Shade of Red called "Such a Drag." I gravitated toward it subconsciously as we platformed and it's probably because it's as if he is talking to me directly (there's two halves to the track -- the latter is this dark, piano-driven monologue). It's organ-fueled with some jazzy guitar solos and it is a sore thumb for his catalogue and I'm sure that's why it didn't make the cut but man does it hit home. (odd that it's the last song off the last "alternate" album of his final Rollins Band album...I'd really like him to do another one I even wrote him and asked him).
While I physically feel superior (to my own self, not to anyone else because at this point the only physical competition is internal) I am emotionally and mentally void today. There's a lot to think about when you are unhappy and tired and drained and most of it is no good for you -- I don't want my life to be all about waiting for the goddamn weekend. I push through it on the bike and I hope to push through it on the run (hopefully) later today.
I can feel a difference in the altering of my diet -- I'm capable of going on less for just as long. Last nite's dinner was wild caught sole with broccoli and boar's head horseradish sauce -- today's lunch will be half of a protein bar and my oats & whey drink. I have opted to give up chocolate -- as previously mentioned -- during the day, as it is not helping. I'm supplementing it by sometimes putting one packet of raw sugar in my Flavia. But none of this happened overnight -- it has taken at least a week for me to get to a spot where I'm comfortable.
Now that I've acknowledged an amount of disenchantment, I will enter work knowing that this is what I might project -- so I will mostly keep to myself so that no one can take my words and use them against me. Most things will be handled by email and I will make it a point to write "hello" "kindly" and "thank you."
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
Wolfmother - "Cosmic Egg"
Velvet Revolver - "Sucker Train Blues" "Do It For the Kids" "Big Machine"
Thursday, May 19, 2011
eyes on the road and hands upon the handle bars
Ran a lunchtime 5K yesterday in about 22 minutes. I mention that because while I'm not sore I think my legs are just a little worn.
Listening to some tracks off Ministry's Cover-Up, which I bought in summer '09 from the now-gone Borders at half off. The scream at the beginning of "Roadhouse Blues" reminds me of Art's scream once he beats the clock and can open his mouth in the beginning of "Saw IV."
I had to make a dash over to 26th and cross from there -- thankfully one car was making a U-Turn (it's a left-only light for the southbound lane) and I was able to cross both sides and make it on to my path without getting hit nor hitting anyone. "Radar Love" hit as that was transpiring.
It's gray but warm here today and thankfully the ground isn't very wet.
I saw a ginger jogger today who was in the best shape I've ever seen for an average guy. I'm sure it helps when you're closer to 6' but still I'd like to think that's the result of commitment to oneself above everything.
As I hit the WFCs Fishbone's "Question of Life" came on and I'm instantly transported to my freshman year of college when I saw them live at The Nation in DC and got to hang out with them, then went home, wrote up the feature about them, slept for 45 minutes, went to classes and then saw the Chili Peppers and Foo Fighters at Baltimore Arena. At the time Truth & Soul is 12 years old and I'm a fan for only a few months. I got to see them again that summer at Jones Beach with Stone Temple Pilots and the Chili Peppers. Cut to sometime in 2001 I think, and I asked the deejay at my first stand-up performance to play the beginning of this song as I came out and that was probably the most enjoyable part of the whole performance.
Still the opening horns of the song really psych you up.
I made the light at Albany Street pretty easily without any hesitations.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
Sir Mix-a-Lot & Mudhoney - "FreakMomma"
Ministry - "Bang A Gong"
CIV - "Set Your Goals"
Fishbone - "Bonin' in the Boneyard"
Listening to some tracks off Ministry's Cover-Up, which I bought in summer '09 from the now-gone Borders at half off. The scream at the beginning of "Roadhouse Blues" reminds me of Art's scream once he beats the clock and can open his mouth in the beginning of "Saw IV."
I had to make a dash over to 26th and cross from there -- thankfully one car was making a U-Turn (it's a left-only light for the southbound lane) and I was able to cross both sides and make it on to my path without getting hit nor hitting anyone. "Radar Love" hit as that was transpiring.
It's gray but warm here today and thankfully the ground isn't very wet.
I saw a ginger jogger today who was in the best shape I've ever seen for an average guy. I'm sure it helps when you're closer to 6' but still I'd like to think that's the result of commitment to oneself above everything.
As I hit the WFCs Fishbone's "Question of Life" came on and I'm instantly transported to my freshman year of college when I saw them live at The Nation in DC and got to hang out with them, then went home, wrote up the feature about them, slept for 45 minutes, went to classes and then saw the Chili Peppers and Foo Fighters at Baltimore Arena. At the time Truth & Soul is 12 years old and I'm a fan for only a few months. I got to see them again that summer at Jones Beach with Stone Temple Pilots and the Chili Peppers. Cut to sometime in 2001 I think, and I asked the deejay at my first stand-up performance to play the beginning of this song as I came out and that was probably the most enjoyable part of the whole performance.
Still the opening horns of the song really psych you up.
I made the light at Albany Street pretty easily without any hesitations.
Thank you for reading.
Playlist:
Sir Mix-a-Lot & Mudhoney - "FreakMomma"
Ministry - "Bang A Gong"
CIV - "Set Your Goals"
Fishbone - "Bonin' in the Boneyard"
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
"Black Ice" in the Rain
I am sure that the reason the lower right part of my back was hurting was due to the way I was sitting on the push-down seats on the train. The same soreness crept up the second I platformed. It's been a while since that's happened because I stand very frequently.
I'm listening to Black Ice this morning and it occurs to me that "classic rock" stations don't play enough new stuff by their own stable of artists. The Who put out their first new album as since the friggin 80s a few years ago and they didn't push it at all. Take all your "Old time rock 'n' roll" and shove it. Guess what? If you can't name a Paul McCartney song released after Wings disbanded without referring to it as "That 'Dance Around' song-- I know that one" -- then you are not a Paul McCartney fan. The good ol' days are over and "the future is hard and real." Move forward. It's fine if you don't like the new stuff but listen to it at least a couple of times. Black Ice kicks some serious ass and between that album and the ones I have from The Answer and Airbourne I'm set with my guitar-infused rock.
I didn't ride yesterday because it was raining hard when I left for work -- it tapered off by mid-day. It kinda bums me out because I feel like I'm losing money and letting myself down physically for not toughing it out. Today the weather was fine up to 2 certain points. First, though, as I was underpassing the post office, my Ipod dropped from my sweatshirt pouch on to the middle of the street. Thankfully, (and I am sincere when I say how grateful I am), there were no cars coming so I darted back and retrieved it. Cars came maybe 5 seconds later. That would've been awful.
At the corner of 29th & 10th was a short white or latino guy with a close shaved mohawk and one of those thin perimeter beard things that Mike Piazza popularized 10 years ago. He was muttering to himself a bit and spitting these little white specks. It was gross and somewhat off-putting.
I rode up to 24th and noticed they are shooting something over to my left. Yawn.
So I have no backpack today and I've got the Kerouac book, a rolled up pseudo-Under Armour shirt, Ipod, keys and phone. Helmet on head. That's all. I'd like to go running today but that is TBD on account of the weather.
It started raining a little as I passed the Meatpacking District and I put the Ipod in the pouch. I'm not moving too hard today as I went running with the Lizard on the boardwalk last nite and it rained at the end of that session, too. I'm also not pushing too hard because it's harder to break safely in the rain. There were some joggers out but not too many other cyclists.
At Vestry Street was where it started coming down and it was relentless. It was still fun to be out in it but it was hindering me all the same. I should probably run if it's raining anyway because there is no guarantee that lovely weather will repeat itself during this year's Triathlon.
I am almost entirely unafraid when I am on the bike. I know it sounds a little conceited but it's in my own head. I truly feel like I could take a bullet or two and keep moving. You cannot stop me. I felt that way running last night. Like that guy who stops producing lactic acid on the Stan Lee Superheroes show on A&E or the History Channel, and he can run forever without getting tired. He's not running fast or hard but enough to call it "running." Though I'm not as lean as I had been I feel stronger.
I've got no coffee in me today and no lunch waiting at the office. It will be a good day.
Thank you for reading.
I'm listening to Black Ice this morning and it occurs to me that "classic rock" stations don't play enough new stuff by their own stable of artists. The Who put out their first new album as since the friggin 80s a few years ago and they didn't push it at all. Take all your "Old time rock 'n' roll" and shove it. Guess what? If you can't name a Paul McCartney song released after Wings disbanded without referring to it as "That 'Dance Around' song-- I know that one" -- then you are not a Paul McCartney fan. The good ol' days are over and "the future is hard and real." Move forward. It's fine if you don't like the new stuff but listen to it at least a couple of times. Black Ice kicks some serious ass and between that album and the ones I have from The Answer and Airbourne I'm set with my guitar-infused rock.
I didn't ride yesterday because it was raining hard when I left for work -- it tapered off by mid-day. It kinda bums me out because I feel like I'm losing money and letting myself down physically for not toughing it out. Today the weather was fine up to 2 certain points. First, though, as I was underpassing the post office, my Ipod dropped from my sweatshirt pouch on to the middle of the street. Thankfully, (and I am sincere when I say how grateful I am), there were no cars coming so I darted back and retrieved it. Cars came maybe 5 seconds later. That would've been awful.
At the corner of 29th & 10th was a short white or latino guy with a close shaved mohawk and one of those thin perimeter beard things that Mike Piazza popularized 10 years ago. He was muttering to himself a bit and spitting these little white specks. It was gross and somewhat off-putting.
I rode up to 24th and noticed they are shooting something over to my left. Yawn.
So I have no backpack today and I've got the Kerouac book, a rolled up pseudo-Under Armour shirt, Ipod, keys and phone. Helmet on head. That's all. I'd like to go running today but that is TBD on account of the weather.
It started raining a little as I passed the Meatpacking District and I put the Ipod in the pouch. I'm not moving too hard today as I went running with the Lizard on the boardwalk last nite and it rained at the end of that session, too. I'm also not pushing too hard because it's harder to break safely in the rain. There were some joggers out but not too many other cyclists.
At Vestry Street was where it started coming down and it was relentless. It was still fun to be out in it but it was hindering me all the same. I should probably run if it's raining anyway because there is no guarantee that lovely weather will repeat itself during this year's Triathlon.
I am almost entirely unafraid when I am on the bike. I know it sounds a little conceited but it's in my own head. I truly feel like I could take a bullet or two and keep moving. You cannot stop me. I felt that way running last night. Like that guy who stops producing lactic acid on the Stan Lee Superheroes show on A&E or the History Channel, and he can run forever without getting tired. He's not running fast or hard but enough to call it "running." Though I'm not as lean as I had been I feel stronger.
I've got no coffee in me today and no lunch waiting at the office. It will be a good day.
Thank you for reading.
Monday, May 16, 2011
misty morning hop
It's a misty drizzle this morning as I crank out Peace Sells after its title track.
I'm pretty groggy since I had no coffee before leaving. Obviously I don't move as fast in weather like this -- it's not that it's so hazardous but it's tougher for me to get my "footing" correct since the pedals can get sorta slippery.
I began reading Kerouac's Big Sur this morning though I'd promised myself I'd read On The Road first. I'm only a dozen pages in but his work reads like a journal only without the standard entries. One cool thing so far is that there are snippets and phrases I'm reading that conjure the music that inspired me to buy/read this in the first place. Having been to Big Sur, I feel as though I'm drawn there constantly and we'll see if this really puts me in its throes.
There are some joggers out here today which makes sense because it isn't "raining." Off to the right the water on the Hudson is high and brown and largely unappealing.
I had a great Friday as I went to see the Twilight Singers with a buddy and ate and drank at a Thai place around the corner. Off their new album, they played my favorite song ("The Beginning of the End") and omitted my least favorite ("Waves"). I really lucked out in that regard. I had been looking forward to the show and the night for a while and I think that's the last concert I've got on the calendar for a while. I have 3 Bway shows I'm very excited to attend by month's end so I want to hit the road as many times as possible.
It helps clear my head and keeps me in check but I must confess a little caffeine in the morning goes a long way. The only time I stopped was at the WFCs today. This weather doesn't bother me much but I'll be wary of it on the return ride.
Thank you for reading.
I'm pretty groggy since I had no coffee before leaving. Obviously I don't move as fast in weather like this -- it's not that it's so hazardous but it's tougher for me to get my "footing" correct since the pedals can get sorta slippery.
I began reading Kerouac's Big Sur this morning though I'd promised myself I'd read On The Road first. I'm only a dozen pages in but his work reads like a journal only without the standard entries. One cool thing so far is that there are snippets and phrases I'm reading that conjure the music that inspired me to buy/read this in the first place. Having been to Big Sur, I feel as though I'm drawn there constantly and we'll see if this really puts me in its throes.
There are some joggers out here today which makes sense because it isn't "raining." Off to the right the water on the Hudson is high and brown and largely unappealing.
I had a great Friday as I went to see the Twilight Singers with a buddy and ate and drank at a Thai place around the corner. Off their new album, they played my favorite song ("The Beginning of the End") and omitted my least favorite ("Waves"). I really lucked out in that regard. I had been looking forward to the show and the night for a while and I think that's the last concert I've got on the calendar for a while. I have 3 Bway shows I'm very excited to attend by month's end so I want to hit the road as many times as possible.
It helps clear my head and keeps me in check but I must confess a little caffeine in the morning goes a long way. The only time I stopped was at the WFCs today. This weather doesn't bother me much but I'll be wary of it on the return ride.
Thank you for reading.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Just a pickup Stray
Worked the bis and shoulders and did some leg work before hitting the road. My weight is back down because I exhibited some self-discipline with the eating, which I'll do again today.
It's another pleasant day here where people are sunbathing, spread-eagle, along the grass beside the Hudson.
Of course there was a truck at the salt mine that we had to stop for. Too many pedestrians are lost in their music and aren't aware of the cars and cyclists around them.
Listening to Strays again. Very excited for tomorrow's Twilight Singers show.
Finished the job book I was reading, which helped me strategize and alter my perception of job interviews. Decided to pick up Miller's Sextet again -- reading about his take on the catharsis of watercolors. I suppose I do the same thing by keeping this blog. Doesn't matter what you enjoy as long as you enjoy something or, at the very least, DO something. Get the hell up. Experience something outside of your comfort zone. Odds are you will be better for it.
As I passed through the WFC, I saw the light would be in my favor and made a mad dash for it. Two older ladies were, of course, charting their course right at my exit. They moved. Then, coming up the alleys, some chick with red-dyed hair and headphones and sunglasses walked straight and then abruptly turned left, and didn't like it when she saw me within inches of her. Too bad -- look around you.
Snoogans.
Thank you for reading.
It's another pleasant day here where people are sunbathing, spread-eagle, along the grass beside the Hudson.
Of course there was a truck at the salt mine that we had to stop for. Too many pedestrians are lost in their music and aren't aware of the cars and cyclists around them.
Listening to Strays again. Very excited for tomorrow's Twilight Singers show.
Finished the job book I was reading, which helped me strategize and alter my perception of job interviews. Decided to pick up Miller's Sextet again -- reading about his take on the catharsis of watercolors. I suppose I do the same thing by keeping this blog. Doesn't matter what you enjoy as long as you enjoy something or, at the very least, DO something. Get the hell up. Experience something outside of your comfort zone. Odds are you will be better for it.
As I passed through the WFC, I saw the light would be in my favor and made a mad dash for it. Two older ladies were, of course, charting their course right at my exit. They moved. Then, coming up the alleys, some chick with red-dyed hair and headphones and sunglasses walked straight and then abruptly turned left, and didn't like it when she saw me within inches of her. Too bad -- look around you.
Snoogans.
Thank you for reading.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Cutting the saturated fat
It's chillier today.
Wearing the black zippered sweatshirt with shorts. Had a solid workout this morning and am reading up on my "job" book. Listening to some Wasting Light tracks again. It's hard not to. Made the light at the highway by a hair and was able to save a few minutes doing so.
I'm at 160 lbs. -- not thrilled about it. I need to change the diet and the habits. I think my body has a delayed-reaction to my habits from about 10 days prior. There's been a lot of over-indulging but for the next couple of weeks I should be able to steer clear of it and maybe that will help me. A nice lady at work gives me a piece of gourmet chocolate from the downstairs coffee shop each morning but I think I will forward those to someone else starting today. If I'm having just one a day, 5x / week, that's more saturated fat than I need, so I will cut it out.
It's going to be a good 3 days. Smithers is out and the morning rush rat race will resume Monday.
The only light at which I needed to stop was Albany. I made it downtown in about 20 minutes.
Thank you for reading.
Wearing the black zippered sweatshirt with shorts. Had a solid workout this morning and am reading up on my "job" book. Listening to some Wasting Light tracks again. It's hard not to. Made the light at the highway by a hair and was able to save a few minutes doing so.
I'm at 160 lbs. -- not thrilled about it. I need to change the diet and the habits. I think my body has a delayed-reaction to my habits from about 10 days prior. There's been a lot of over-indulging but for the next couple of weeks I should be able to steer clear of it and maybe that will help me. A nice lady at work gives me a piece of gourmet chocolate from the downstairs coffee shop each morning but I think I will forward those to someone else starting today. If I'm having just one a day, 5x / week, that's more saturated fat than I need, so I will cut it out.
It's going to be a good 3 days. Smithers is out and the morning rush rat race will resume Monday.
The only light at which I needed to stop was Albany. I made it downtown in about 20 minutes.
Thank you for reading.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Hi Kevin Corrigan
Scored a free coconut water today and a 50-cent quinoa bar from the Penn GNC.
Lemon mojito is a no-no. Something tells me that the fiber bar isn't going to fare much better.
Despite the LIRR cancelling the early train outta LB, the ride in wasn't as bad as yesterday.
Crossed at 24th Street again. I had to wait for the car in the right lane to stop and I looked closer through the windshield and saw it was this guy:
That's Kevin Corrigan from every movie ever. I saw him a while back crossing Canal Street on foot. I waved to him and he waved back and I couldn't tell if it was to get me out of the way, sarcasm, or if he was being genuine. He probably thought I didn't know who he was but I did. So if you are out there, Kevin, I totally knew who you were. As it turns out, I was the editorial assistant on the Wiseguy sequel, so after the infinite amount of times I had to watch "GoodFellas," I cannot ever mistake you.
It's an RHCP day as the weather is too nice and I'm in too good a mood. I've got a relatively easier week starting tomorrow and I'm sort of looking forward to it. My legs are moderately sore. I ran during lunch yesterday but it was not my best work. I think I did it in under 24 minutes -- that is partly b/c I had to urinate most of the time.
I've got to get leaner.
Thank you for reading.
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Five-Year Anniversary
Today's a major date. Five - Nine.
Back in 2006, this was originally slated to be a huge day for 2 HUGE reasons:
1. It was going to be my first stand-up show & a lot of friends and co-workers planned to attend.
2. After basically killing "Dani California" for at least a month, Stadium Arcadium was to be released. (tracks today are the aforementioned, "Warlocks," "C'Mon Girl," "21st Century," "Tell Me Baby," "Turn It Again")
I'd been looking forward to this for really quite some time. I wasn't sure what exactly to expect but I knew the effects would be profound. As it turned out, though, it'd be a HUGE day for a THIRD REASON:
It was also to be the day where I'd go on my first date with Liz.
I took the day off work, picked up the album, went to lunch with my mother at IHOP (I took that day off), broke in the album, and then changed and made my way up to the Comic Strip Live.
I had the fuel from a day off, a new musical milestone and chapter in my life, and was ready to go on a date with a girl I couldn't get out of my head since the previous September.
My underwear was soaked with sweat. At the time I used the pressure as motivation and though I was excited, my heart was not accustomed to beating faster than a speeding bullet that grew nostrils and inhaled a ton of drugs. I had this wonderful, new 28-song collage forcing its way in to my brain and it was probably pushing out algebra, alarm combinations and all the jokes I'd been practicing.
Friends and co-workers showed (it's a mental-psychological thing, I realize now for the comic -- if you see someone you know the pressure is off. For the club it's all monetary) and I was extremely grateful for that. When Liz showed up (after pulling an entire night shift) I was so thrilled but also more under the gun and I knew that I had to succeed. It hadn't dawned on me that I wouldn't, at the time. Those feelings rarely came up when I did stand-up -- it wasn't that I thought I was so great but I knew I had enough good material to get me through my 7 minutes without getting booed off. Come to think of it, the only time I got doubtful was after I got hit by a car in September of '06 but I shook that off, too.
I was thankful I was able to greet Liz at the door and we sat together and watched the show until it was my turn. I have video of my performance and maybe I'll post it one day. If you'd put me on a hamster wheel I could've powered the city. I had the jokes in my mouth, the music in my soul and the girl in the crowd, which emitted more love and support than I'd known. If there was a Justin Smulison biopic, I'd want that to be either the opening or the final scene.
Afterward, Liz and I went to dinner and then Central Park and then home. Two years later we moved in together at almost the exact same date and two years and one month later we were married.
In many ways today is more of an anniversary than our wedding anniversary, though that date is equi-special.
I know I could've done this in Winter but I wouldn't have been inspired enough to do it.
When I reflect on that date it's a reaffirmation of many things I've done and choices I've made. It surfaces much more in this nice weather because it was the backdrop to the time and the mood. I was acting on instinct and it paid off one million-fold. Perhaps I ought to revive that thought process.
Thank you for reading.
Back in 2006, this was originally slated to be a huge day for 2 HUGE reasons:
1. It was going to be my first stand-up show & a lot of friends and co-workers planned to attend.
2. After basically killing "Dani California" for at least a month, Stadium Arcadium was to be released. (tracks today are the aforementioned, "Warlocks," "C'Mon Girl," "21st Century," "Tell Me Baby," "Turn It Again")
I'd been looking forward to this for really quite some time. I wasn't sure what exactly to expect but I knew the effects would be profound. As it turned out, though, it'd be a HUGE day for a THIRD REASON:
It was also to be the day where I'd go on my first date with Liz.
I took the day off work, picked up the album, went to lunch with my mother at IHOP (I took that day off), broke in the album, and then changed and made my way up to the Comic Strip Live.
I had the fuel from a day off, a new musical milestone and chapter in my life, and was ready to go on a date with a girl I couldn't get out of my head since the previous September.
My underwear was soaked with sweat. At the time I used the pressure as motivation and though I was excited, my heart was not accustomed to beating faster than a speeding bullet that grew nostrils and inhaled a ton of drugs. I had this wonderful, new 28-song collage forcing its way in to my brain and it was probably pushing out algebra, alarm combinations and all the jokes I'd been practicing.
Friends and co-workers showed (it's a mental-psychological thing, I realize now for the comic -- if you see someone you know the pressure is off. For the club it's all monetary) and I was extremely grateful for that. When Liz showed up (after pulling an entire night shift) I was so thrilled but also more under the gun and I knew that I had to succeed. It hadn't dawned on me that I wouldn't, at the time. Those feelings rarely came up when I did stand-up -- it wasn't that I thought I was so great but I knew I had enough good material to get me through my 7 minutes without getting booed off. Come to think of it, the only time I got doubtful was after I got hit by a car in September of '06 but I shook that off, too.
I was thankful I was able to greet Liz at the door and we sat together and watched the show until it was my turn. I have video of my performance and maybe I'll post it one day. If you'd put me on a hamster wheel I could've powered the city. I had the jokes in my mouth, the music in my soul and the girl in the crowd, which emitted more love and support than I'd known. If there was a Justin Smulison biopic, I'd want that to be either the opening or the final scene.
Afterward, Liz and I went to dinner and then Central Park and then home. Two years later we moved in together at almost the exact same date and two years and one month later we were married.
In many ways today is more of an anniversary than our wedding anniversary, though that date is equi-special.
I know I could've done this in Winter but I wouldn't have been inspired enough to do it.
When I reflect on that date it's a reaffirmation of many things I've done and choices I've made. It surfaces much more in this nice weather because it was the backdrop to the time and the mood. I was acting on instinct and it paid off one million-fold. Perhaps I ought to revive that thought process.
Thank you for reading.
Friday, May 6, 2011
RT day #410
Another nice day. Wearing a sweatshirt & shorts. Couldn't get another free coconut water from the GNC in penn today so I'll try again nearby @ work.
There's one thing that does not look comfortable that the beatnicks do along the scenic part of the highway: They lay at a 180-degree angle but cross their legs "indian style." Sorry, uber-skinny dude, but that looks like more pain than it's worth and no one things you look cool with your head on the dirt.
Listening to Mother's Milk again, as it is a sunny Friday and this is the music that is in my soul. Makes me think of several wonderful times in my life and helps me envision future ones. In retrospect, at my wedding after "Get Ready" I should've just launched in to "Higher Ground." I remember enough of it to pull it off. I'm looking forward to the new RHCP album, as it's supposed to be musically different (incorporating a piano and new guitarist). It's slated to come out in August, right around the time of the TOBAY, so maybe it'll give me a boost.
Saw a woman running barefoot and I think she was holding her five-finger shoes. That just looks uncomfortable and gross since she's running on blacktop.
After the WFC today I saw I had missed the light to cross so I took the new overpass and it's actually quite nice. You can get a bird's eye view of the little park(s) for the kids and the floor is smooth.
Yesterday's lunch run was done in 21:20. My legs are not sore. Today will hopefully be pretty good.
Thank you for reading.
There's one thing that does not look comfortable that the beatnicks do along the scenic part of the highway: They lay at a 180-degree angle but cross their legs "indian style." Sorry, uber-skinny dude, but that looks like more pain than it's worth and no one things you look cool with your head on the dirt.
Listening to Mother's Milk again, as it is a sunny Friday and this is the music that is in my soul. Makes me think of several wonderful times in my life and helps me envision future ones. In retrospect, at my wedding after "Get Ready" I should've just launched in to "Higher Ground." I remember enough of it to pull it off. I'm looking forward to the new RHCP album, as it's supposed to be musically different (incorporating a piano and new guitarist). It's slated to come out in August, right around the time of the TOBAY, so maybe it'll give me a boost.
Saw a woman running barefoot and I think she was holding her five-finger shoes. That just looks uncomfortable and gross since she's running on blacktop.
After the WFC today I saw I had missed the light to cross so I took the new overpass and it's actually quite nice. You can get a bird's eye view of the little park(s) for the kids and the floor is smooth.
Yesterday's lunch run was done in 21:20. My legs are not sore. Today will hopefully be pretty good.
Thank you for reading.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
cinco de mayo en la bicicleta
Sprayed the chain this morning and rode to the station.
Moving rather swiftly.
Today I'm sort of a shell -- fill me up with something.
El Presidente is at Ground Zero today but the only "tell" was a few extra cops.
As I get to the Meatpacking district I keep coming up on the one time a sanitation truck is pulling out but he was cool to me and the other bikers and joggers and let us go.
It's windy but not cold and I am certainly going to run today.
Yesterday was my first good workout in a week and I need to amp it up as my weight is once again a hair under 160. I'd like to get as close to 150 as possible before the triathlon, thus ensuring I'll be in comparable shape to the last one.
Have some calls to make today and hopefully will snag another coconut water today.
The weather should hold out through and including next Thursday, so that means by the end of next week I should be 9-for-10, as I've got the Twilight Singers show next Fri.
Playlist:
Ozzy - "Scream"
Foo - "Matter of Time" "Rope" "Burned Bridges"
Crue - "Saints of LA" and first half of "Kickstart"
Something is happening in "Matter of Time" that is truly a happening. I think that may be one of the best songs Dave & the boys have ever written. There's momentum, emotion and heaviness. It's really the quintessential hard rock song. Thank you, Dave.
Moving rather swiftly.
Today I'm sort of a shell -- fill me up with something.
El Presidente is at Ground Zero today but the only "tell" was a few extra cops.
As I get to the Meatpacking district I keep coming up on the one time a sanitation truck is pulling out but he was cool to me and the other bikers and joggers and let us go.
It's windy but not cold and I am certainly going to run today.
Yesterday was my first good workout in a week and I need to amp it up as my weight is once again a hair under 160. I'd like to get as close to 150 as possible before the triathlon, thus ensuring I'll be in comparable shape to the last one.
Have some calls to make today and hopefully will snag another coconut water today.
The weather should hold out through and including next Thursday, so that means by the end of next week I should be 9-for-10, as I've got the Twilight Singers show next Fri.
Playlist:
Ozzy - "Scream"
Foo - "Matter of Time" "Rope" "Burned Bridges"
Crue - "Saints of LA" and first half of "Kickstart"
Something is happening in "Matter of Time" that is truly a happening. I think that may be one of the best songs Dave & the boys have ever written. There's momentum, emotion and heaviness. It's really the quintessential hard rock song. Thank you, Dave.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
weds in the rain
This was the day that started where the security guard @ MSG started hassling me for trying to leave my folded, locked-together bike beside one of the columns at Borders for 5 minutes. He tried to trick me in to leaving it downstairs at the loading dock where I'm positive it'll get vandalized or removed. These guys have nothing better to do.
It wasn't raining when I left this morning and somewhere b/w Lynbrook & Jamaica one could hear it on the hood. I persevered but thankfully it was not a hard rain. No music, though, didn't want to chance screwing up the IPOD. Normally I'd listen to "Thunderstruck." Just kept my eyes on the road (which is off to the side of the highway) and moved at a decent pace. Some joggers here today and that's encouraging. Surprisingly, my wiseguy security guard after Chambers Street wasn't around today.
Legs are not tired nor sore despite the 23-minute 5K yesterday. I had a rough headache yesterday but that's all. Gotta get ready b/c the president's going to be here tomorrow so the return ride needs to start a few minutes earlier and I'll try to take Broadway up as far as poss.
Looked in the mirror yesterday and am not happy with the look of my midsection. Tonite is my night at the gym and I will destroy myself. A few weeks off a rigorous routine and I am back down a notch.
Thank you for reading.
It wasn't raining when I left this morning and somewhere b/w Lynbrook & Jamaica one could hear it on the hood. I persevered but thankfully it was not a hard rain. No music, though, didn't want to chance screwing up the IPOD. Normally I'd listen to "Thunderstruck." Just kept my eyes on the road (which is off to the side of the highway) and moved at a decent pace. Some joggers here today and that's encouraging. Surprisingly, my wiseguy security guard after Chambers Street wasn't around today.
Legs are not tired nor sore despite the 23-minute 5K yesterday. I had a rough headache yesterday but that's all. Gotta get ready b/c the president's going to be here tomorrow so the return ride needs to start a few minutes earlier and I'll try to take Broadway up as far as poss.
Looked in the mirror yesterday and am not happy with the look of my midsection. Tonite is my night at the gym and I will destroy myself. A few weeks off a rigorous routine and I am back down a notch.
Thank you for reading.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Tuesday
Just a little groggy today.
But it's really nice out.
Going to have to go for a run during lunch -- going to try to make that a 2x/week habit now.
I pushed really hard last nite to make the 555 and I did it in probably 19 minutes. Had to create a last-minute obituary for a lawyer.
Another trip to 24th Street for me to cross over.
I want to do more with my professional life. Am reading a book about it.
Thank you for reading.
But it's really nice out.
Going to have to go for a run during lunch -- going to try to make that a 2x/week habit now.
I pushed really hard last nite to make the 555 and I did it in probably 19 minutes. Had to create a last-minute obituary for a lawyer.
Another trip to 24th Street for me to cross over.
I want to do more with my professional life. Am reading a book about it.
Thank you for reading.
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Day Osama Died
Because I was in the first couple of cars I exited the subway at 8th Ave and didn't know what to expect. But I saw practically nothing out of the ordinary. It was a normal bland scene. I didn't know what to expect. It's kind of a weird thing to be jumping for joy at one's death, but this was a special occasion. I even started singing along with Rare Earth on my way west to try to rile some people up but it fell on deaf ears. Odd.
Made my way past the post office and then took my 24th street route and still nothing. Just had to accept it. Osama Bin Laden and I no longer breathe the same air. Sure, I'm happy about that. And oddly enough, he died pretty much the way he did at the end of the "Jersey" episode of "South Park." I'd be happier if they had him in custody, though. Just take him to Guantanamo and do all sorts of devious things to him:
First torture him for the info. Then strap him down and make him watch gay porn, "Clockwork Orange"-style. Seriously -- make him endure all the things he stood against. Then make him listen to Megadeth's Rust In Peace and Slayer's Reign In Blood and then, if he won't make with the details, just sever a digit a day. If that doesn't work, shoot his legs and let them get infected. More Megadeth, more Slayer, and Pantera's Far Beyond Driven.
Who's to say they didn't do that? The media reported that it was a 45-minute shootout that had no American casualties. Good. They didn't interrogate him? Well, I suppose I'd believe they just shot at him and hit him knowing he'd take his own life before he gave up anyone. Know your enemy. Then they did something smart: In keeping with Muslim burial traditions, dropped him at sea. No grave, no martyrdom. There's the closure that it was him and that he's gone. If any of his fanatics really want to be with him that bad, they'll either try to fish him out (and likely die trying) or take their own lives.
Listening to Monster Magnet's nicer way of saying "burn in hell" -- "Perish In Fire."
So they are going to bury Osama at sea to keep anyone from visiting a grave site. Just like in "You're Dead" by Megadeth.
DEAR DAVE MUSTAINE: Please open with this song and dedicate it to the seaweed-shrouded corpse of Osama Bin Laden.
Nothing really happening at Ground Zero. No tourists, no celebrations. I must say I'm marginally disappointed. I always had wondered what this day would've been like -- if I'd even live to see it. There are people who have come and gone and Fidel Castro outlived them. Still, I'm glad he's gone. On to the next radical asshole!
GNR - "Bad Apples"
Foo Fighters - "Matter of Time"
Thank you for reading.
Made my way past the post office and then took my 24th street route and still nothing. Just had to accept it. Osama Bin Laden and I no longer breathe the same air. Sure, I'm happy about that. And oddly enough, he died pretty much the way he did at the end of the "Jersey" episode of "South Park." I'd be happier if they had him in custody, though. Just take him to Guantanamo and do all sorts of devious things to him:
First torture him for the info. Then strap him down and make him watch gay porn, "Clockwork Orange"-style. Seriously -- make him endure all the things he stood against. Then make him listen to Megadeth's Rust In Peace and Slayer's Reign In Blood and then, if he won't make with the details, just sever a digit a day. If that doesn't work, shoot his legs and let them get infected. More Megadeth, more Slayer, and Pantera's Far Beyond Driven.
Who's to say they didn't do that? The media reported that it was a 45-minute shootout that had no American casualties. Good. They didn't interrogate him? Well, I suppose I'd believe they just shot at him and hit him knowing he'd take his own life before he gave up anyone. Know your enemy. Then they did something smart: In keeping with Muslim burial traditions, dropped him at sea. No grave, no martyrdom. There's the closure that it was him and that he's gone. If any of his fanatics really want to be with him that bad, they'll either try to fish him out (and likely die trying) or take their own lives.
Listening to Monster Magnet's nicer way of saying "burn in hell" -- "Perish In Fire."
So they are going to bury Osama at sea to keep anyone from visiting a grave site. Just like in "You're Dead" by Megadeth.
DEAR DAVE MUSTAINE: Please open with this song and dedicate it to the seaweed-shrouded corpse of Osama Bin Laden.
Nothing really happening at Ground Zero. No tourists, no celebrations. I must say I'm marginally disappointed. I always had wondered what this day would've been like -- if I'd even live to see it. There are people who have come and gone and Fidel Castro outlived them. Still, I'm glad he's gone. On to the next radical asshole!
GNR - "Bad Apples"
Foo Fighters - "Matter of Time"
Thank you for reading.
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