New York? You’re soaking in it!

During a way later night counting votes at the A.P. than I had anticipated and coming down with a scratchy throat, Lady says: “Way to be a trooper, kid. Come in tomorrow an hour later than I previously told you.”
Delirious with exhaustion, set alarm on cell phone, crash in friend’s living room around 5 am.
Wake up; alarm on cell phone still set on silent/vibrate from previous night. 9:45 am Have 15 minutes to get to midtown from Brooklyn. I’m going to be late. And *cough*; I’m sick.
Get belongings together in a hurry, throw last night’s clothes in a bag, call Lady as I’m heading out the door to let her know I’m running behind. No response. And it’s raining.
Fuck.
Run to subway, while continuing to try calling Lady. Step in ankledeep streetpuddle.
Make it to station, soaked, sneezing. Lady finally picks up phone. Explain situation quickly, that I’m en route but running behind.
Lady says fogeddaboutit, just go home.
Say, well, I’m already en route and would be happy to come in and offer my help if it’s still needed. Say I really mean it, need the work, give her my cell number to show I do, say call if they end up needing help.
Lady says no, I’m not really needed, fogeddaboutit, really just go home.
Turn around to leave station, realize I don’t have one. Watch the rain from the subway stairwell for a minute.
Walk down avenue to look for a place to dry off. Bag of now soggy clothes snaps.
Run into coffee shop to warm up and to use my recently earned off-day to look for more work and an apartment.

Love and Radio

I’m currently bumming around New York, with the admittedly ambitious hope of (among other things of equal importance; seeing some of my best friends and getting the fuck out of my parent’s basement) trying to meet with some people who could conceivably help me achieve a few of my dreams. Granted, I have a lot of dreams, but this is a good place to have them.

(Post title taken without permission from Love and Radio, the brianchild of an old friend.)

Hay Que Ver Si Voy

Sometimes when I’m unable to put something out of my mind, when I’ve put myself out there and done everything I can think of within reason to turn things my way and all I can do is wait and see what happens or what might come back to me, I re-read old journals, letters and emails I’ve written, as if that could somehow give me better perspective on where I am here and now. But instead I guess it just puts you right back where you were when and where you wrote those words.

Yes, I was a de facto English major.
Yeah, that was quite the run-on.
Yes, I’ve been drinking martinis and dreaming of a sea change.

Keep Tahoe Minnesota Blue

Oh, fuck this.

I wish I had something much more profound to say, but that’s about it.

“Republican Gov. Tim Pawlenty told them that the area is ‘perfect’ for their plans…Republican U.S. Sen. Norm Coleman added, ‘This is our time.'” [Star Trib. Online]

Reportedly, the two nodded in agreement, with Pawlenty laughing boisterously as Coleman rolled his fingers, murmering “ehhhxcellent.”

And the sad but true part:

“…[Minnesota] has become more of a swing state in the last decade, and Bush made the presidential race close in Minnesota in both 2000 and 2004. Minnesota narrowly supported Democratic presidential nominee John Kerry over Bush in 2004.”

I know it’s a way’s out, but seriously.

Fuck.
This.

Try the foul sandwhich.