It Finally Happened...

I have had my moments when I have missed the city. When I have thought it would be nice to be sitting in the bar with my friends until the wee hours and then trudging back to the Q Train so that I could get home to my cold little room. I have had these moments a few times a week. But something all together different happened the other day. I truly missed the city. That uncanny pang that calls you elsewhere... I was watching the Chappell Show and it was the episode where Talib Kwali was the musical guess. It was filmed under the Brooklyn Side of the Brooklyn Bridge. It was an odd sensation. This would have been the end of it if not for the movie that came on right after it. It was called "Adrift in Manhattan." I was later informed that the movie itself was crap but the opening credits were sent against the back drop of scenes of subway stations and the trains themselves in transit. The trains (aside from the Q at Atlantic Avenue between 12:01am-5am) were one of my favorite aspects of that sojourn north. It had never happened until that moment. And to the few of you who want to say "I told you so..." Maybe, we will see. Until then I have my job working with schizophrenics and the scent of the summer in decline

This is not me...

I appreciate all of you who have written in confusing me for this young man. *Blows Kisses To The Crowd*

My job...

So I am on my third day of orientation for work. I am a service coordinator dealing with deaf children who also happen to have behavioral issues. This means that they get violent. I am not going to say that I have the best jobs in the world but I do have interesting ones. For instance, for this job I have spent the last two days learning how to take down violent kids without hurting them. Most of which revolves around the P.R.T. (the Primary Restraint Technique). It looks like this.
There are also ways to break holds, take kids to the ground, and deflect punches/kicks. This might be the job I need so that I can take down E in a one on one battle. Prison vs In-Patient Rehabilitation Centers. Texas vs Arkansas. Whitman vs Rorty. Truly monumental. I still think he would win. But that is another issue. The job itself will be good for me. I like kids. I am patient with them and they are always good for a laugh. I also have to admit that the circumstances will lend themselves to my less than bright and sunny shiny sense of humor. I will let my loyal readers know how it goes as it unfolds.
I want a dog.
My roommate bought a gun.
Lots of rain today.
Been thinking about the City a lot. Was at a party the other night where someone had a huge aerial photograph looking south from the Flat Iron building. I did not have to count very long before I found 14th and 5th and that hideous building that I have been buzzed in so many times. I need to come visit. But money first.
Have started running as I am fat. This is a good thing.

Saturday Morning...

I feel that if my hang over's where a sensation that I could impart to others I would be the thing of legends. Today is one of those days I would make you make me a legend. My insides are reeling. My brain feels dehydrated and rusty and yet I am up doing laundry and taking care of dishes. I am out of BC Powder and can't find my ibuprofen (probably stolen by one of the swine I call either friend of roommate). So, i make do with what I have. I chase a multi-vitamin with a limeade/metamucil concoction and chase all of that with water. Water. Water is the sure fire hangover cure. I hear old wives tails and the urban legends of college students about how to cure a hangover. A hangover is essentially being dehydrated so you must fix this first. Rest in a cool dark place and plenty of water (and codeine if it is to be had) are the way to fix hangovers.

I start work monday. It has been a heinous endeavor thus far. Friday I had to do all of the prefatory work. I am not talking about your I-9 or picking out what size of shirt you need. I was violated for the sake of being paid. I got a drug test, a tb skin test (which involves a needle if you don't know), and a long wait in a small cold room in my boxers and converse with nothing to read but redbook that terminated in be being told to drop said shorts, turn my head, and cough. You can guess what the doc was doing at that time. I would CYA measure by my employer to make sure I would not cost them big bucks in the long run for having cancer or by turning out to be some drug addled fiend that eats children, corn on the cob, and finishes it off with a hit of hash and a long cool pull from a glass of the blood of infants. So, my future employer, now that you have violated me you should know I am fit for work! Not to the glue factory with me just yet!

Redbook (and yes this is the issue I read) is no consolation for being groped (and not in the good way)

And now a shower while listening to Glen Gould's Bach's Goldberg Variations. Might clear my muddled head.

Considerations...

Death: Did you hear that Bush was condemning Russia for invading a sovereign nation?
Dream: Yeah.
Death: That's rich isn't it?
Dream: ...

Considerations...

Dream: Did you hear about Georgia?
Death: Yeah. I am not worried about it. Cultural politics will bring a peaceful resolution to all of this.
Dream: What? Are you retarded?
Death: HA! GOTCHA!
Dream: ...

Up Early...

So I got up early to go to the DMV. I have an on-going point of contention between me and the state concerning getting my vehicle registered: I want to do it and they act like the would prefer me not to.
But this is a great day to be up early even if it has begun with the bitter brew of bureaucratic bally-hoo. The days of rain have rendered this morning cool, dewy, and bright. I think I shall make some coffee.