Archive for October, 2006

need to make coffee soon

Saturday, October 21st, 2006

ok … i just woke up … third time this morning … and pretty soon i need to make some coffee and let the dog out ‘n’ all … it’s going to be a working day … a working weekend basically on many fronts … but anyhow …

yesterday at sB | Burlington i met up w/ the morning Murray commission and it was pretty funny as usual … except for the fact that Murray was called in CB-fashion ‘n’ all to work … Murray and Marty walked off into the early morning lit parkinglot to embrace the day … Charlie and i talked a bit about his weekend hike { most likely starting up today } up through Tuckerman’s Ravine to the top of Mount Washington … sounded like he was goin’ up alone this year … and we were checking into photos of this lake up above the treeline … online … looked a bit like a lake on the moon … or at least a lake in Iceland … it’s called The Lake of the Clouds … looked like a beautiful little stop up in the White Mountains … reminding me a little bit of Lonesome Lake { which is more of a bowl God carved right in the middle of a mountain range, just South of Cannon Mountain … you go up the cascades behind The Basin to get there and if i recall correctly it’s like an hour to hike up there at the most, Lonesome Lake that is … i’ve never hiked up to The Lake in the Clouds … } …

but besides that, talkin’ hikes w/ Charlie, Marty was trying to get me to call this Asian sculpture store out in Cambridge near Porter Square … he thinks a website would help them on the business front … i’ll have to drop them a line and see how that goes, eh?

and now … i’ll have to see if we still have some of the sB New England blend to throw in the old coffee machine and get this day started right … g’day …

live from the Quincy Starbucks

Friday, October 6th, 2006

well … aight … it ain’t no live rock show goin’ on down here or nothin’ … up all nite gettin’ caught up on client work ‘n’ all … i refuse to drive through Boston after the whole Big Dig fiasco { ceiling tiles coming on down & crushing cars, killing people, insane … surprised that noone seems to be held accountable here … those RI nightclub guys are probably goin’ away for pyrotechnique that most likely had nothing to do w/ them … more to do w/ the stage manager of the evening ‘n’ all … but the contractors for the Big Dig get away w/ shoddy craftsmanship, exorbident overcharges for their poor work, and finally murder & potential further killing through faulty engineering … but hey … that’s the way it goes in the land of the nose } …

so, i therefore avoid Boston as my route to Quincy … taking the longer yet somewhat safer ‘Babble Belt’ as i like to call it … all those tech companies just peppered along 95 … pushing their powerpoint perspectives on potential investors, raising a buck, offshoring to reduce the cost of operations, automating processes to further reduce the pricepoint of their service | product offering … all in the name of innovation & new methods to cook a book or 2, to downsize for the greater good of the ‘higher level’ … i’m not quite sure anymore who, exactly, is the ‘high’ one … employee | employer … you decide …

so now … i await … i have an appointment down here in Quincytown … ‘why? why? why Sam? why must a beautiful young girl die?’ … memories of Jack Klugman … the preCSI forensic sleuth on the prowl … his own personal Kato at hand to assist … forceps … scalpel … sponge …

i can almost here the whineBeep of the heart monitor now …

i am at … that’s right … Starbucks in downtown Quincy … i think they’re playing the new John Legend … nice material as usual … this audio backdrop is accompanied as usual by the morning rhythm of workaday coffee addicts coming in going out living their day for a caffeine hit & the lowFat false promises of a reduced consumptive morsel or 2 … i have to urinate rather badly … a lone renegade lesbian is mumbling to herself, having a full-out conversation right by the window, facing in my direction … i don’t know what the fnck she’s so intensely discussing w/ her bag of imaginary friends … buses go by & turn the corner here … both ways now … Sweet Deal! The Triple Play Bundle … some chick checking her cellphone … either that or she’s got thousands of hip hop grindjams stored on that raspberry LG & she’s tryin’ to find just the right joint to get her mornin’ pumpin’ right yo … but who knows … it’s her world now … & i still have to urinate but do not dare leave as the lesbian monologist is really pickin’ up the pace now …

maybe she doesn’t like John Legend …

maybe she has to urinate just as bad as i do

maybe she just did … right there in her seat by the window

that would be the beginning of another beautiful day

Bono should go away … far away … forever …