It’s a mitzvah to do something for someone and expect nothing in return. It’s an act of human kindness. So today I performed two mitzahs as my karma has been somewhat tainted and needs a little touching up.
I also went over to the LaLa and put the shelves in the pantry and ran the heater in both buildings to test the warmth. I like my nest. I’m looking forward to feathering it very soon.
You know how it is when you find out something about the organization you are involved with – like there are no cojones to be found – as another friend is wont to say “the krewe of broke dick” rules the roost – and god forbid if you are someone who speaks the truth because if it happens to be a discouraging word you will be instantly branded an infidel cause god bless the child who doesn’t fly right – poor soul needs help, needs encouragement, needs pity – it’s like some born again job co-dependency. Oh yes, dear readers, we are talking unhealthy and the signs of this sickness kind of makes me sick. So as my colleague told me this evening upon finding out the verdict – we’re going to look on the sunny side – because really, at the end of the day, there are those of who know what’s what, and we’re the only ones who matter anyway, right?
I mean really, whatyagonnado?
The J-man put on his super fast tennis shoes and was off to school in the blink of an eye, meanwhile, Abby was on my knee looking pleased with the world. When M got back, L said that they were eyeing a nunnery for Abby when she grows up and I said, nah, I want Abby to be a freak.
While I bounced Abby up and down on my knee, L and M squabbled over counter tops and I played a short lived intermediary. We laughed about how men and women communicate so differently and pondered the J-man and Abby at an older age. M thought J would be a freak easy and that was okay, but he didn’t want Abby to be one. When L and I begrudged his sexist thinking, he said talk to my younger brother, who is in college right now and he’ll tell you how the girls are.
I said I know how they are – women are sexually liberated and it is scaring the hell out of men. We talked about that woman who went under cover as a man and said that men basically think very little of women. M said that isn’t true – that if he was with a girl around his homies, he might trash the girl, but if it was his wife, he wouldn’t. I said well I don’t see a lot of trashing of men going on in any kind of serious way.
Then M confessed that men are basically insecure and that the one domain that has always been theirs is sex and now that that is being co-opted, it is making them more insecure than ever.
I called unfair as I had just had a conversation with another male friend who said that I am going to have to learn how to initiate sex because that is what men want – this after an entire sexual history of never initiating.
You can’t have it both ways I claimed – you’re scared because I’m overtly sexual but now you want me to initiate? What goes on?
So what are we dealing with here folks? Whatever happened to you, Tarzan, me, Jane – am I being too nostalgic? Or should men revert back to the Greek male homoerotic bonding where they go off and play war in the woods and feel comfortable while women hold Sapho fests all over the countryside? That ain’t right. In the words of Rodney King, can we all just get along? Jungle love?
Abby’s eyes were crossed by the time we finished our little talk.
I was born in the year of the pig, it is more euphemistically known as the boar, which to me sounds almost as bad, but people born in the year of the pig are considered lucky. Not only that but there is some element thing going on this year – supposedly my element is earth but apparently a lot of elements are in play and so this is the Golden Year of The Pig – woo hoo!
I’ll take it – I need a year and a golden one at that. February 18 – day of Thoth, night of Bacchus – is the official Chinese New Year – so starting then I wil be in the LaLa and be grunting from pleasure as my piggy year starts in earnest.
I missed the Gourds, but couldn’t have made the late show. L, man of mystery, said they didn’t start till 10:40 and they had really gotten going after midnight. Now I was at Terranova’s picking up milk and saw a sign that Lynn Drury was playing at Liuzza By the Track last Thursday – damn it. I hate missing these bands. But right now I am so overextended I can’t even do all the things I want to do.
I’ll be moving into the LaLa in the middle of Mardi Gras – good grief – so much to do and so little time.
Don’t try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
– Philip K. Dick
Last night I woke up at 2 in the morning with house terrors – because Pieri has to redo the slab, the plumber can’t finish the sinks and so he didn’t finish putting in the gas range, which is now sitting out from the cabinet, but the slab people need it in for them to measure the back piece, but the carpenters were supposed to build a little support, but they didn’t and then Julio was coming Sunday to do the floors so I can start moving in next weekend but that can’t happen until A, B, and C happen and so I was hyperventilating and couldn’t under hyper so I took an Atavan and finally went back to sleep.