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The breeze

The word jaded jumps to mind when thinking about how I feel the days of late. Been here before. Into a comfortable crevice I have settled, work and play mixed well. Much as I spoke Israel down I actually really miss it. Probably grass is greener syndrome. The damn truth though is that in Israel I had a certain upper hand, as an American, that here, obviously, I don't have. Still, all is good and I trust that into place things will fall, as they normally do. I've been told bloggers are big headed. Been told it is a form of showing off. Showing off what? The terrible way I write, ya dumbshits? It's an open journal, not really even for those living, besides I.

Today was actually an interesting one. In the morning, on the way to work, I decided to grab a coffee from a Mcdonalds off the Prospect Expressway. There I settled my eyes upon a scruffy looking woman who had small bugs crawling on her. Not even a scratch and it must have itched. Grossed the fuck out I made my way out and tossed my coffee on the floor in front of me. Fuck it, it's grimy New York City (I thought). On the way home I had to call the police as a bus passed by me with the message on top saying "Emergency, call police." Just following orders... Thought it a day of note and so I write. Today I also ended a business venture that started in 2007. Was quite a rocky ride but it's time for bigger, brighter things.

@ the rents

I feel the same

rasta

Worlds largest dog

Makes sense

And atheism allows the rich to be greedy without guilt...

~ Bertrand Russel

3DGrafitti

Troubled

Time comes time goes

No one really knows

How troubled this soul

I wait and I wait but I can't

Too many with love around
By too many beliefs I'm bound

Not sure whence it has gone

Not sure when it went away

It is so very cold

How troubled this soul

Ali Farka and such

Mali Blues from theorgandonor on 8tracks Radio.

AFRICANA *60 tracks* from MartaHari on 8tracks Radio.

A meteor at the national history Museum

Walk with me

The wave

I truly believe that if you are not insulted by 99% of advertisements on T.V. and radio, even print advertisements, you may be a dumbshit. You see, it's an insult to my intelligence when someone trys selling me something by speaking using a certain tone, looking a certain way or using dramatic tunes. It is very much annoying. For this reason, on my 45 minute drive to work, I find myself alone with my thoughts. Sometimes it's boring but still much preferred (least by me) over listening to retarded radio hosts and their tepid ads. Again, I prefer to not be insulted by their overzealous attempts at influencing me. Now n then I'll put a good CD in and bump to that. I absolutely abhor these jerk offs trying to sell me poisonous energy drinks or fast food using deceitful tactics like slow flicker rates essentially hypnotizing you through your tube. I'd have not 1 issue placing all these marketing companies on an Island somewhere and nuking them.

Anyhoot, on a lighter note, work is ghuud, feeling appreciated is nice and rather new to me. I normally am anti working for others besides myself but for the folks for whom I currently do, I am pleased with the arrangement. Although it goes against much you'll find written on this blog, I'll probably be moving to Manhattan soon where I find I get along better with people. Sorta torn between saving money or living it up. I don't believe you only live once but do that life is short so the city, although it's always been my stomping ground, may soon be where I rest my head.

Under and in.

Way to work

Modern day drug dealers