Friday, May 21, 2010

Observations from the Roof 5.21

After a rather melancholy start to the day I find myself feeling much better as darkness falls. Sitting on the roof with fiends surrounded by empty pizza boxes, a cooler of beer, a bucket of limes, and the trusty beer can ashtrays we watch as the sun dips below the rooftops.

I am writing this mainly to quash all rumors that I had anything to do with the theft of five paintings, worth an estimated $613 million, from the Paris Museum of Modern Art. After all there were no van Goghs taken in the theft. But I’m always up for a good quote so I give you Pierre Cornette de Saint-Cyr, director of the Palais de Tokyo museum. ''These five paintings are un-sellable, so thieves, sirs, you are imbeciles, now return them.'' I can only imagine that with a French accent.

In other news of the weird the Jonas Brothers (gag) performed a free concert in Central Park this morning. You probably wonder why I even care. Well seems all those fans decided to spend the day in the city turning the gallery circuit into a teen day from hell. Like OMG !

Finally my tard award today goes to a member of the Texas School Board which voted today on curriculum for the next ten years. This tard in waiting wanted to refer to the president by his full name, Barack Hussein Obama, but was howled down by the few liberal members of the board. The full names of no other presidents are used.

I must close my laptop now as I have been informed nobody sits on the roof in the Village with their laptop. ‘It just isn’t done!’

Like OMG !

tuneage, Marilyn Manson - Personal Jesus

Observations from the Window 5.21

Even for the city it’s a beautiful morning outside, one of those rare mornings where even the city air smells clean. The smell of fresh coffee and cut flowers in the shop across the street was so strong I can still smell it on my shirt. But I just sit in the window trying to fight off a somber mood.

After a string of weeks where I seemingly could do no wrong, my mind so positive it started to worry me, I seem to unable to think at all. I sit looking at the street below as my mind spirals down those familiar dark steps and I don’t know why. As if some frayed wire in my mind suddenly sparks to life sending the whole thing into overload. It happens so often that I should understand it better by now but I don’t. I never have been able to figure out the cause.

I have so much to be happy about right now. It’s now only weeks away from my time in Stone Harbor with Fred’s and the beach house. My sister is going to her prom, I’m so proud of her, and that does bring a smile to my face.

But I just can’t understand why I have to be so hard on people. I always have been defensive to a fault. I don’t want to let people in and when I do it seems sometimes I go out of my way to push them back out. Years ago I was told by somebody close to me my sometimes arrogance was just a cover for a deep sense of insecurity. Needless to say I haven’t talked to this person in years.

I need the mountains but they are so far away. Maybe I should just go up to the top of the Empire State Building and see if that works the same way. I wonder how I could sneak my cooler up there.

It’s as if sometimes the gods love me and hate me at the same time.


tuneage, Howie Day - Collide