Archive for April, 2009
Apr
23
stats
up: 7:11am
walked 20 blocks and across 7 avenues
drank 1 bourbon
sleep 7 hours of the sleep of the dead with my cat next to my head. we are quite a pair.
slow news day
Apr
22
stats
up at 7:30am
ran 5.16 miles
drank 2 glasses of nice red wine
spent 20 minutes in the laundry mat and awkwardly consoling
spent 2 hours wishing i had some one to listen to all this stuff and make it happen for me.
Apr
21
feeling pretentious tuesday
The remains of religion and of the family (the principal relic of the heritage of class power) and the moral repression they assure, merge whenever the enjoyment of this world is affirmed–this world being nothing other than repressive pseudo-enjoyment. The smug acceptance of what exists can also merge with purely spectacular rebellion; this reflects the simple fact that dissatisfaction itself became a commodity as soon as economic abundance could extend production to the processing of such raw materials. — Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectale
Apr
21
stats
up: 7:11am
45 minutes on the treadmill. the robot tells me that this burns 564 calories.
nom: 0% (still in recovery)
managed to imbibe 0 drinks
spent 2 hours reading a book i do not want to be reading and would much rather be reading “out stealing horses” or “labyrinths” you do what you have to to get by
Apr
20
stats
awoken: 10 am
ate 1/2 BLT, 1/2 ham and egg sandwich, 2 friend chicken wings, shrimp and rice noodles, 1/2 cuban sandwich, 1/2 hanger steak sandwich
drank two mojitos
nom: endless and off the charts, let’s put it an arbitrary 165%
the theme of the day seemed to be indulgence
Apr
19
the warm green of the walls
The sun is streaming in through the your window. Not that I would know if sun actually streams through your window, but its of no importance, I just feel the sun pouring over us. We are laying side by side on your bed. On top of the covers because the air is warm and steamy like it is in late July. We are talking to one and other.
You say to me, “I am glad that we waited. Its been so nice to enjoy the empty city streets with you. To walk uninhibited and laugh out loud.” I ask you what time the shuttle leaves. “We have a few hours yet.”
We settle in, holding hands. “I can’t believe we are on the last one. The last shuttle from Earth.”
You tell me that our time here is over. I tell you that i am so glad that we have these tickets. You squeeze my hand. We just wanted to spend as much time as we could, here, together, before it was over. Drinking up the last seconds of the torpid air and languid sunlight.
Apr
19
stats
time up: 7:30am
ran 5.56 miles
drank 2 glass red wine, 3 scotch and sodas
rocked out for at least 2 hours and 40 minutes (band practice and titus andronicus)
nom: 90%, 99th percentile
Apr
18
stats
awoken: 8:10am
walked 42 blocks and over 4 avenues
slept for 10 hours
watched 1.5 episodes of Battle Star Galactica
nom: 0%
