July 28 2004
Batting Cages
Yep that's right, batting cages. Shelly has a company softball game tomorrow so she had to get her swing right. My long
lost neighbor Jason tagged along for the showcase.
So here's the box score:
This is very new age approach to keeping batter statistics. It is designed to help non-baseball players like myself feel
good about not getting injured and diverts my attention from how many strikeouts I had.
Thanks for coming to the ballpark folks and please buy a hot dog on your way out. Next week join us as we change the
point structure of golf and replace it with counting how many wrinkles you get in your Dockers.
July 29 2004
I,Robot
I, saw it. It was alright. I didn't cry. I wasn't moved into changing the way I feel about robots. They still suck.
I want one to clean my room. I want it to wack my enemies and to clean up the mess. Yeah, and it must have the voice
of Joe Pesci from Goodfellas- "Funny how?"
Ah yes, I can see it now...
"This is KTVU news reporting live from Market street where we are witnessing the largest march to date for Robot Rights."
God I love the bay.
The film takes place in 2035, which means I will be 58 years old. Will I need a robot to take care of me then? Will I
look back on this log and laugh at such a ridiculous question? Let's all live to see 2035 so we can answer this question together.
July 30 2004
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Blue Moon
I woke up this morning feeling the pull of the approaching full moon, but didn't know what to make of it. What direction
is it pulling me towards? As I was about to play the Super Nintendo version of Metroid 3, my answer arrived.
Shelly told me that she found a new apartment. My reaction internally was surprise and anxiety. Our sublet
ends September 15th and the landlords will get a 30-day notice by August 15th from David and Lauren, meaning that Shelly and
I needed to decide to sign a lease or something else. The something else has happened so where does that leave me?
At the moment it leaves me lost. Lost without a firm decision on my next move. Will I move out or will someone
else be moving in? How can I get passed the income requirement without a steady job? Will I stay in New York or continue on
to another country? I have no clue what the answers are, but I suspect that details will be revealed to me in the upcoming
week.
What I do know is that I have truly enjoyed Act I in this adventure. I must remain open to all possibilities so that
Act II will be as enjoyable. I'm proud of Shelly for seizing the moment and getting a place that she wanted. She has been
the best roommate I could ask for. More than that she's a great friend.
Well, the saga continues but this site maybe coming to an end soon. 'Joe Goes to New York' living in Paris
just doesn't sound right. I appreciate everyone for checking in on me and we've got many moments left in New
York to experience.
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July 31 2004
Keep Moving
....an appropriate phrase to keep in mind when things get tough. And it's getting tough. I did my best to stay busy
today.
Karim came up from Philly in part to build a website for a street musician project we are working on- more on that
later. We have a basic 3-page layout coming this week for anyone interested in contributing or being involved with it.
The other part of his visit was to attend a rooftop party/film screening in Williamsburg.
An organization called KEEP hosted this event under the moonlit sky and against the backdrop of Manhattan. On the left you could see the full
moon on the right is a lighting storm above the skyline. Quite powerful and so were the films.
My favorite was "Estilo Hip Hop". The film chronicles revolutionary Hip Hop throughout Latin America. I'm not talking
about how groups like "Dead Prez" talk about revolution; the music in some places comes complete with guns, death and
ideology. Look out for it soon, it's still a work in progress.
And so am I.
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August 1 2004
Be Afraid
My sister Nancy called me today and informed me that there would be a press conference about a specific terror threat
to New York City. I missed it though so can someone fill me in on what I'm supposed to look out for?
I guess fear seems to be the theme these days. Days of innocence gone by replaced with moments of peace overshadowed
with clouds of despair. Many of us practice fearing our own shadows and now we have to share in some collective fear
exercise? As someone said to me this weekend, "...life sucks".
Maybe she's right, life does suck, but you've got to make the best of it. And I say this trying to put on the bravest
face I can muster right now cause I'm scared. I'm afraid of being homeless. I really hope I can stay in New York a bit
longer before leaving the country. I have to at least be here to vote for Kerry right? I can't leave my friends here in the
hands of Mr. Bush for another four years. Now that's a scary thought.
August 2 2004
Blockage
I dont really have much to add to what I've been saying over the last few days. The reverb is still affecting me. A couple
friends are breezing through town this week and I'm going down to Philly on Friday so I pray that getting away from New York
will recharge me.
Sorry for being such a drag. I'm sure many of you have your own issues to deal with.
August 3 2004
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I Heart New York
I'm sitting hear pondering the possibilities of my next move, I cannot ignore how much being in New York has
meant for my peace of mind. Coming to New York to find peace seems like such a ridiculous idea with all of the noise
and people and 'stuff', but I found it.
My biggest achievement thus far has been defining my idea of what New York is. It doesn't have to be a fashion
show or about honking your own every five minutes. For me it means going into Manhattan when I feel like it not because there
is something that I have to see. It also means locking myself in my room and working creatively for 16 hours straight without
even thinking about stopping. Throw in the slice of pizza, not pie 'cause where I'm from we call it pizza, and I'm loving
the place.
Now it's all about coming up with a way to do that and I keep coming back to the income question. It must be addressed
now with the same tenacity that I used to travel across the great plains of this great nation. Let's hope that this happens
soon.
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