one thing today

 -  excited ... Bunel's Robinson Crusoe ... who knew ...  on tcm this afternoon - an old school schools r closed snow day as it still floats thru the air with the greatest of ease ... - sometimes its fun to play with people - you the tabby and they're a cotton ball  I go on this dating website from time to time ... and am gob smacked more than you'd think  at some of the photos guys think are gonna grab them action  ... see above ... a cave drawing wooda been more ga ga from the get go for the boys who crave man toys. word of the day ... apricity ...   the warmth of the sun in winter.

 

I've never thought or said  there aren't enough hours in the day.  I'm not that guy. There've always been more than enough hours in my days. Sometimes way too many. But lately I  want more time to sense more things.

  My friend Noreen is in town and staying an an air b&b around the block. It's a great place ... unusually comfortable, streamlined, stylish. I commented -  they must be gay  - the person or persons who put it together. She said  yes. The guys  live upstairs and are very nice. A fter I made the comment, I wondered if it was bad form - to note it  - but I had no wonder about it being true.  I visit Housing Works , a thrift shop with all proceeds going to AIDS issues. They always have fab windows that make you want to bid on everything in them.  ------------------------------------------------------------- quote of the day ... Maybe I'll suck the first knock. 

 ...  gave me the best presents I ever got. Fifty years ago, after the first night we met, the following morning, before he went off to one of his five jobs, he placed a  kaleidoscope in my hand he just found in an antiques store.  He wrote me a note about meeting again and drew me a handsome horse.  He gave me a little wooden house. It's on my kitchen counter today.  He blew up a ballon and covered it with with insulation foam, pin pricked it and voila - an orgy bowl .  He gave me an 10 X 8 foot mirror off the street that almost killed us when it shattered on the marble steps up to my apartment. Death by mirror.  Almost.   How could I not?

           using my knife sharpening stone and rivaling Cy Tombly

  watched  Dog Day Afternoon  last night  ... sizzlin'summer in the city '75 ... Attica ... al pacino is at his short guy fireplug self mid 70s American majesty  ... busting open a flower box and almost falling down trying to manage a skinny rifle. carol kane is one of the tellers. her husband calls her and wants to know about his dinner, when she's comin' home and kane says to al ... "he wants to know when you're gonna be finished " ... btw all the bank workers know al will not harm them ... and Pacino does one of his priceless turkish taffy select motion mugs and says to her ... "girlie, please."  so smart  & priceless.  they just don't make 'em that tight and right anymore -------------------------- stranger's quote of the day  -  It always moves me when I see a woman doin' push ups 

  ... for Olympic athletes is nothing new, but when the supply runs out  before the first week of the Games, it is bound to make headlines. S upplies in the Olympic Villages were “temporarily depleted due to higher-than-anticipated demand.  Additional supplies are being delivered and will be distributed across all villages. They will be continuously replenished until the end of the Games to ensure continued availability.”  The complimentary condoms distributed inside the Olympic Village in Cortina were gone in three days. 10,000 were made available. There are 2,871 athletes in Italy for the Winter Games. At the Paris Olympics there were a little more than 10,500 athletes competing. Organizers handed out approximately 300,000 condoms.  “Yes, we provide free condoms to athletes in the Olympic village . If this seems strange to some, they’re unaware of the established Olympic practice. It began in Seoul 1988 to raise awareness among athletes and young people about ...

                                                                                                       couples do Valentines Day                                         singles celebrate                                                      Palm Sunday              

  I n   Quentin Django Unchained , the main character Django, a freed slave, chooses to wear an outfit similar to that worn by Gainsborough's subject in   The Blue Boy . In a 2001 episode of  Who Wants to Be a Millionaire  the exact contents of the painting was the subject of a $500,000 question. It inspired the 1980s  Garbage Pail Kids  "Blue Boy George" (fifth series). In 1985, the picture was referenced in the song  Art is for Your Heart  on the  Muppet Babies  episode "The Muppet Museum of Art", with  Gonzo  wondering about the painting and  Kermit  stating the subject's possible preference for green clothing. The painting is seen in the movie  Die Another Day  (2002), where it hangs in a London fencing club, and is slashed by Gustav Graves while dueling with James Bond. The painting is also seen in the movie  Batman  (1989) as hanging in Gotham museum, and again in the  Joker  ...

I remember nights like other lives, coming off a dance floor in a sweat and then the shock of cool dark. I’ve never loved New York more than in the dark, all those electric hearts beating, buildings with lit-up rooms and the rest like knocked-out teeth.  New York was once the city that never sleeps. Now restaurants drop their grates well before midnight. The law still says that bars can let alcohol flow until 4 a.m., but they don’t, whether to be good neighbors or because their patrons are just too tired. Twenty-four-hour coffee shops and diners are dying. The lights are on but everybody’s home, in bed. Some of our minds bloom only after sundown, like those flowers that hold themselves in until the day plants close their petals. 

  ... as my sister Suzie is wont to proclaim out of the blue.  I've written back and forth with a guy online for quite some time now. pleasantries, mild missives. nothing much.  never spoke to him on the phone. recently we've begun to text. He lives far away and is a very fit  6'9''. 70. For the last few days he has apprised me of his heart surgery - which he told me just moments ago - he's being wheeled into. he just typed ... love ya little guy.  o my. better sweetness thru chemistry. I guess when you're taller than some trees - everybody's puny. I worry he hasn't close family/ peeps. why me? who he hardly knows. I'm stumped - so what's new.

  ...  is the idea that everything, every particle, the ink on the page, the atoms, all have some infinitesimal degree of consciousness, and somehow this consciousness is combined in some way from our cells and the rest of our bodies to create superconsciousness. Consciousness has become our secular substitute for the soul; we talk about consciousness the way people in the 16th or 17th century talked about souls. Some people’s interest in it is the fact that it floats free of these mortal bodies and maybe gets folded into a collective consciousness after we’re gone.

… there isn't a word for it, there should be.  I go to the library and check out Of Mice and Men . I ask the guy at the desk if I can get on a list to get Flesh , a new novel that got rave reviews. I say to him I hear its really good . He says it is and points to the desk where it sits opened. He’s currently reading it. I return a book about Dylan and ask if he needs my card. He says no, you’re Paul, right. I say what’s your name -  Dylan . I asked were you named after him … yes. I tell him the book is very good.  I

  A doll in the doll-maker's house Looks at the cradle and bawls: "That is an insult to us.' But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show, Generations of his sort, Out-screams the whole shelf:  'Although There's not a man can report Evil of this place, The man and the woman bring Hither, to our disgrace, A noisy and filthy thing.' Hearing him groan and stretch The doll-maker's wife is aware Her husband has heard the wretch, And crouched by the arm of his chair, She murmurs into his ear, Head upon shoulder leant: "My dear, my dear, O dear. It was an accident.'                                                                                                     ...

Well, not really. More like front window. Mine and those across the street. But it smacks of the Hitchcock movie. Very New York summer, all kinds of neighbors living all kinds of ways.  And mine -  an old woman who combs her fat, white cat a lot on the window ledge when the sun most strikes her place in the afternoon  a young guy who looks like he’s living in a disco, room flooded with flashing colored lights and undulating streams of choppy video 24/7 as they say   a young couple watch their two little girls in their pajamas dance a lot   their next door neighbor - a young single who spends the vast majority of her boring day chained to her keyboard and desktop.  But the biggest thing I notice is how many windows hold no life most of the time. No bodies, no soft light. It’s 9 PM now. I see about 80 windows and only 13 of them are lit.