Blogrophenia: The Reverend Aton's Site

Still blogging from Minnesota. This place is very unique. Everyone has these creepy accents but the women are mostly blonde and almost all attractive. Yeah.

I went to Twins game earlier today. First time at the Metrodome and I must say, it's an odd experience. First of all it's kinda chilly in the Metrodome, secondly it's enclosed so you are indoors. It feels more like a hockey game than like a baseball game. The field is turf and looks pretty darn fast. The press and public announcer, etc. sit almost amongst the fans, it's very very different from any other stadium that I have ever been in. And oh yeah - the Twins got spanked by the Rays.

I quit smoking today. It's kind of a shame a pack of smokes are under $3 here.

If the Timberwolves can win tonight (I doubt they will) it's a one game playoff. Screw the Fakers I hate them. Although last week for one brief moment last week I considered converting to become a Cowboy and Laker fan just so that my teams could be the Yankees, Duke, the Cowboys and Fakers. The ultimate sports jerk. . .

Anyway, time to hit downtown Minneapolis. I may not blog for a few days.

This is what it sounds like;
When the doves cry,
Moses

Blogging from Minnesota the land of ten thousand blondes, weird accents and general creepiness. Catfish gets married later today and I attend the Twins game tommorrow. Looking forward to both. I will describe Minnesota more vividly when I return to civilization.

I get really tired of having to say do you come here often,
Moses

From Washington Post: Mondesi told the Associated Press in the Dominican Republic that he is likely to choose between the Orioles, the Boston Red Sox and Anaheim Angels. He is believed to be seeking a two-year deal. I bet MOndesi signs with the Red Sox just to stick it to the Yankees, I doubt he's forgotten his bitter break up with the Yankees. . .

I hear that Velvet Revolver was great last night and in addition to their songs that they covered GN'R and STP. Sex Type Thing and Mr. Brownstone also that they have been covering Nirvana. Kinda bummed I missed it but was very very pleased with the Gospel concert.

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose,
Moses

Didn't log a post yesterday because I was too busy doing stuff. I attended Al Gore's speech at NYU and then attended a gospel concert in the evening. Very nice day. I am putting together a series of guest bloggers coming up soon. I already have two people signed up. Should be fun.

Got a wife in Reno, babe, and one in Cherokee,
Moses

The preface to Friedrich Nietzsche's autobiography Ecce Homo:

On this perfect day, when everything is ripening and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked forward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my forty-fourth year today; I had the right to bury it; whatever was life in it has been saved, is immortal. The first book of the Revaluation of All Values, the Songs of Zarathustra, the Twilight of the Idols, my attempt to philosophize with a hammer—all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole life?—and so I tell my life to myself.

Tell Me Who are You?
Moses

I saw on the YES Network where Kaye was interviewing A-Rod and asked him - while in a Yankee uniform - if he's happy as a Yankee or if he'd rather have been a Red Sox. I mean I understand that the guy is a homer and have since he started, but is he serious? I mean what kind question is that seriously?

Unfortunately, A-Rod didn't put him in his place the way that Mattingly did a few years back. When around 2000 Kaye said to Mattingly, "Someone saw you taking batting practice and said that Donnie could step in there right now and hit .300" Mattingly responded - to his credit - "Mike I couldn't hit .300 the last few years of my career what makes you think that I could now, five years AFTER I retired?"

Good for Mattingly. Shame on Kaye. . .

Said goodbye today to one of my best friends. My friend Nyam moved here to NYC at the same I did, shortly after we graduated from law school in 1999. Five years ago this September he and I strolled around Manhattan not yet even newly minted lawyers talking about how excited we both were to finally be living the Big Apple and about how much fun we would have. And boy did we did have a blast. As we strolled around Manhattan it occurred to me how quickly it all passes by. Five years. Wow.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about this at some point, right now I just wanted to record my thoughts (or lack thereof). . .

How many friends have I really got,
Moses

Saw the Who 2 at MSG last night with Happy Sax (nee the Deertick) it was thoroughly enjoyable although we showed up a bit late. There definitely is a sense that they are now more of a novelty act than anything else. The crowd awaits the Townshendian windmill and Roger's spinning the microphone (which he dropped at one point into the crowd, a disturbing metaphor)and they indulge the crowd. The result is almost a performance piece. Certainly one gets the sense that these two almost sixty somethings are covering themselves. Fortunately, they are covering the world's greatest rock and roll band. Viva the Who. . .

We'll catch you the next time you come around Pete.

I hope I die before I get old,
Moses

Made my first ever gay softball out. Actually I made three. I was six for nine with four singles, one double and one monster HR. Also I played every inning of both games as the CFer. We won both games, including the second game by a margin of 19-0. The games started at nine AM and I was exhausted, I'm surprised I made it quite frankly considering I was out until three the night before. At any rate I am well rested and feeling good now and looking forward to seeing Pete and Roger tonight.

In other news, Blue Trash has started a blog of his own and I encourage all blogrophanatics to visit it. You go there by cutting and pasting this link: http://gottabelieve.blogspot.com/

We wish Blue good luck with both his new blog and his general mental health in conquering his delusional beliefs that he is alteratively Jose Reyes and the entire Texas Rangers clubhouse. Speaking of which, Yankees dropped Game I to the plucky Texas Rangers last night.

Out here in the fields,
Moses

Computer viruses are the worst. My computer has been infected and I just barely have it working. I was on my old laptop most of the morning. It's incredible how much computers have advanced, I was going crazy with the old computer. Almost enough to put in me in a bad mood were I not seeing Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey play tomorrow. Full slate tomorrow, gay softball in morning, The Who at night and may possibly even try to squeeze in a Mets game. . .

From Afar They'll See Me,
Moses

From today's NY Post:

PETE Townshend, in town for The Who concert at the Garden on Saturday, walking out of Whole Foods in the Time Warner Center with a Brit-accented blonde and climbing into a chauffeured black Mercedes . . .

This morning at around eight o'clock in the morning a man boarded a plane at JFK bound for Ireland. He may have had a slight stench of booze on him and his eyes were most certainly swollen. He held in his hand a bag containing a few personal effects and small album of his that contained his photos and the phone numbers of some friends that he had made in his four years in the United States. He had been out late the night before drinking, saying goodbye to his friends and crying.

As the plane took off he may have realized all that he was leaving behind more than the clothes and personal items that he didn't have time to pack as he hastily prepared his bags. He was also leaving behind four years worth of memories and numerous friends.

This past Friday after a typical night of revelry and fun at the bar that he worked at around 4 AM several men walked in and ordered some pints of Bud Light. He served them the beers and shortly thereafter he found out that they were cops. The cops then - for the second time in this bartender's career - filled out a summons and left. When the owner of the bar found this out he did what had to do. He dismissed the bartender and set forth the chain of events that led up to this Irishman boarding the plane this morning. Basically, having lost his job he lost his work visa and just like that he had to leave behind the only life that he has known for the last four years.

There are undoubtedly much sadder stories in the world. Stories that end in pestilence, death and horror. But this story the story of a young man still a few years from 30 losing his job, his apartment and the life he has known and built for the last few is certainly tragic in it's own right. Today spend a minute thinking about your own life and how lucky you are not to be a position like that.

Goodbye buddy and Godspeed.

When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a gun that fires "cost",
Moses

One of the things that I hated about moving recently was the fact that I would somehow be detached from my memories. As any good blogrophenia fan knows I am a huge baseball fan and one of the ways that anyone measures one's life is through one's interests. In my case, one subset of memories in my life are my baseball memories. In my old apartment I watched the 1999-2003 World Serieses. I rejoiced at the prospect of a Subway Series there. I watched the Subway Series there. I laid on my floor face down when Mariano let up the hit Gonzales in Arizona. I watched as the Marlins defeated the Yankees bringing full circle my time in Florida and at Shea watching pitiful Marlin teams. It's a small thing, but many of tv baseball memories were tied to that apartment. Finally last night I obtained my first baseball memory in my new place as I watched Randy Johnson complete a perfect game. As I sat there last night over and over Tivo-ing Randy pumping his fist and getting mobbed by his teammates as Carey says "What's the old cliche about baseball you gotta be a man to play this game but ya gotta have a lotta little boy in you too? There's the enthusiasm of youth right there as they mob Randy Johnson". I realized that there are always new memories around the corner, sometimes you just have to give it a week or two, but if you're patient you can start all over. Thanks Randy.

Every day I get in the queue,
Moses

Happy Birthday Pete!!!!!!!!!

Actor Tony Randall died last night. The man was a great actor and a consumate and tireless supporter of theatre. His death is a tremendous loss to us all. Personally, I will always remember first and foremost as Felix Unger. It's a sad day. May God rest his soul.

There once was a note, pure and easy
Playing so free, like a breathe rippling by
The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me
Forever we blend as forever we die,
Moses

One more funny gay softball story that I forgot to post. Apparently one of my teammates a very sweet lesbian who plays a great shortstop said to one of my friends: "The new guy is nice and he's a really good hitter, but he's really butch!". My friend gently explained that I am not gay to her and they all had a laugh. . .

I'm a boy,
Moe

Feeling so much better after a good night's sleep. My legs are still a bit sore but, in general, I'm breathing easily and feeling good. Yesterday was a lot of fun. Probably the most hilarious moment was when I was I hit my second HR and there was a man on first and as I round second I realize that he's only about ten feet in front of me and I start yelling "Run Franky!! Run buddy!!" with him only feet in front of me, I was literally about three feet behind when he (we) crossed the plate. . . Anyway, I've been thinking a bit about the simularities between playing softball and life, I think that these softball tips/lessons apply to life as well:

5. Softball is about attitude, if you believe that you are good you are. Go in nervous and circumspect and odds are you won't do well.
4. Have fun, enjoy yourself and don't take yourself too seriously. . .
3. Keep your eye on the ball that's the point.
2. Remember you have to play offense and defense don't lose sight of any single aspect of the game.
1. Don't swing too hard, if you relax, if you're confident and apply good mechanics a nice easy swing should be more than enough.

I'm the guy in the sky
Flying high Flashing eyes,
Moses

Went 7-7 in gay softball today, but made an error. I had 2 singles, two doubles and three HRs. I am exhausted. Between the busy weekend, four hours of sun and all the running around the bases I am wiped. . .

I wanna come home all covered in mud,
Moe

Well Roy went down and Smarty looked incredible. I think, right now, that Smarty will win the Triple crown. I am back from Long Island and headed to gay softball.

Happy Jack wasn't tall,
But he was a man,
Moses

Still out on Long Island. Beautiful day. Going to the wedding later. Today exactly five years ago to the day I graduated from law school. Time flies. . .

And I know sometimes I must get out in the light,
Moses

Took the lovely LIRR out to LI today. It's a little overcast and chilly but generally nice. good to be out in the fresh air.

OK, since many of you have been asking here's the deal with the Preakness. I don't see anyone beating Smarty Jones, however, I don't think that the small payout on Smarty is worth the risk. If you have a lot to bet and don't mind possibly losing it go ahead and bet Smarty. I really like Lionheart too but the same pretty much goes for him. I would spread the love out to the longshots and maybe place some exotic bets including Smarty and and Lionheart. At the risk of upsetting the ENTIRE Texas Rangers clubhouse I also think the JOnes fight is too close to call.

Let me get out to the ocean,
Moses

More Inappropriate things for ANYONE to do and some thoughts:

Good job with the inappropriate things for ANYONE to do people here are some more:

1. How about people who are about to order a beer and then when they find out someone else is buying they switch to a more expensive mixed drink?

or (and this really bugs me)

2. People who put their hand up to hail a cab when there isn't one even remotely in sight.

So I had my first gay softball practice tonight which was fun. We scrimmaged with this team that was actually really really good. Apparently they are in a higher league. Anyway, my favorite quote of the night was when one guy asked the guy catching if he could start catching, the catcher guy responded: "No way check me out back I'm Crouching Tiger Hidden Drag Queen" Hilarious, one thing about gay softball it's always fun! I'm glad I joined this, it was a good idea, it's really a lot of fun. I recommend it to straight guys like myself, I think it's healthy and beneficial to explore different cultures. For me, gay culture is something that I somewhat familiar with (I have a lot of gay friends) but I have never been immersed in it like this before. It's very interesting being in the minority in this sense.

I am headed out to Long Island this weekend for the big Z's wedding which I am really looking forward to, picked up my wedding party tux today and I must say I look rather good in it.

Yanks won today. Good victory although considering all of Anaheim's injuries the Yanks damn well should win the series! Bernie looked great today, everyone's been saying he's done (myself included at times) and forgetting that he always starts slow. Posada's out for only a few days apparently after breaking his nose. I've been so busy I haven't even handicapped the Preakness yet, but considering my success (or rather lack thereof) with the Derby maybe I just oughta randomly guess.

What about the boy?,
Moe

Inappropriate things for ANYONE to do:

Recently we here at Blogrophenia ran a series of inappropriate things for a straight man to do/say because the series was so sucessful I am running a sister series to entitled simply Inappropriate things for ANYONE to do, once again I invite you all to join:

1. You know when you are watching a baseball game and someone makes an error and the announcer says "That's an error for those of you scoring at home" Well, I'm possibly the biggest baseball fan in town and I DO keep score AT games sometimes, but scoring at home? Sorry. Weird and inappropriate.

2. People who ask, "Do you mind me asking what you pay rent here?" Well not them so much but rather people who are touchy about their rent. What's there to be touchy about? Either you have a great deal and you should be proud, you have a mediocre deal and so what? Or you have a shitty deal and you can commiserate and get the word out that you are looking for a new place. Again, weird and inappropriate!

3. Finally, people who send greeting cards "just to say hello". Get a life. What's the matter with you? Wanna say hello? Pick up a phone write an e-mail do whatever. BUT DO NOT: GO OUT, BUY A CARD, PAY MONEY FOR IT, BUY A STAMP, and MAIL a card just to say hello. It's weird and unnecessary. Freak. Again, weird and inappropriate. . .

Well that's all I have for now. Gang? Whadaya got?

'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right,
MOE

The Date Volume Two (Volume One appeared as the May 3, 2004 - entry you should go read that first, yes I am a HUGE Tarantino fan see April 26, 2004 for my Kill Bill Volume Two Review if you missed it)

Christina sat down and explained that she was from a very nearby town to the one that I grew up in. She was somewhat attractive in a strange way and she had an excellent body, but the accent -- oh the accent. But it wasn't just the accent it was also that she prefaced every question with, "Let me ask ya this. . ." followed by a pregnant pause.

It was that she constantly gave me what I have dubbed: "the or no option". For example, "How ya doin. . . good? or no?. Presumably just to let me know that "no" is a possible option. She also had a very strange habit of beginning questions before she had fully formulated a thought. I could only surmise that silence made her nervous. Her questions would come out sounding like, "Sooooo. . . So Moses. . . how da ya. . . ya know. . . how do ya. . .uh. . . like Law Scho. . .".

"Law School?" I would nervously interrupt. "Ummm, Law School is. . . interesting" I would reply, in retrospect squinting as if trying to find her soul behind vacant eyes and centimeter thick blue eyeshadow. By the time she finished most of her questions I was often so disconcerted that I could hardly answer. I felt like Niles from Frasier.

I realized that the only way I was going to get through the night was to get drunk. Really drunk. The next thing I know I am standing at bar laughing about suburban legends like Mikey dying after eating pop rocks and drinking soda and Bon Jovi having his stomach pumped and to the consternation of doctors having a stomach full of semen. "Christin-uh" insists that we do another shot and proceeds to regale me with an monumentally provincial, irrelevant, pointless and galactically stupid story about her local bartender in her home town and how he's "soooo nice" that he won't let her or her friends pay for shots. I am actually doing the story too much justice summing it up like that it was actually much more meandering and infinitely less succinct when told by her. Incidentally, for some unclear reason the story was prefaced with "Not for nuthin, but ar bah tenduh. . ."

Finally, right as I am drunkenly trying to find my out of this awful night. I hear her ask, "So. . . uh. . . Do ya wanna head back to your place?. . .Or no. . .?"

TO BE CONTINUED

Loneliness starts sinking in,
Moses

Welcome to the Old Apartment

I spent a good part of the morning today cleaning out the last of the detritus remaining in my old apartment. I lived in that place for almost five years and as I was cleaning the last of my things out of there I found myself being all too meticulous. Finally I realized that part of me didn't want to leave. As excited as I was about my new apartment, I was mourning the loss of my old one. Like a bereaved person cleaning up his loved one's corpse before burial, I stood there over my apartment dusting off the bookshelf (something I hardly, if ever, did while I was there).

Somewhere in that small studio the memories of five years of life floated around. Friends, family, moments. When I moved in there Bill Clinton was President. The Yankees had won, of late, only in 1996 and 1998. I was not yet even admitted to any Bar, I was younger thinner and had more hair and most sadly, the WTC buildings still stood. The world was different and I was different.

Standing by the door, I reached in my pocket and found the single set of keys that I was given when I moved in (I had long since lost the extra set I'd had made) and took one final look around the place. Off by the window were a quarter and penny. I grabbed the quarter and left the penny. A housewarming gift to my successor or perhaps a moment of belief that today would be a good/lucky day for the poor person responsible for cleaning the apartment up. And then I glanced to the center of the room and saw an extra key to the front door. Right smack in the center of the room. How had I missed that? It was as if my apartment - the one I was mourning just minutes ago - was reminding me that I am always welcome back. Not so much literally, the apartment no longer exists in the sense that I have moved on my stuff is out of there, etc. But I know that it will exist in my mind, times change and we move on. But we build new memories on the foundation of our old memories, those memories make us who we are. As I stood there I realized that although I may never again stand in that spot for the rest of my life, that every moment, every memory that I would ever have from this point on would be built on the foundation of the memories that were made right there. Suddenly, I was awash with joy and excitement for all that lay ahead. This was only an ending if I chose to view it as such, and I didn't. I choose to look at it as an invitation to build new memories upon this foundation that I so cherish. . .

When everything feels all over
When everybody seems unkind
I bring you a four leaf clover
Take all the worry out of your mind,
Moses

Happy Mutha's Day to all you Muthas and MF's out there today. You crazy bastards.

Three for three in my gay softball debut fellas, including a very impressive catch in CF by the time i stopped my momentum I was halfway in between the beginning of the outfield and the pitchers mound. Top five reasons to play gay softball:

5. Getting hit on this much has to be good for your self esteem.
4. Any pretty ladies there and you have to be an idiot to at not at least score a number, right?
3. Since everyone throws like a girl you look like Roger Clemens whenever you throw.
2. Since no one cares about sports you can make inane and self serving arguments like: "Come on guys it's not an out if the rightfielder catches the ball when a lefthanded hitter pulls it."
1. YOU CAN TOTALLY DOMINATE (they all think you're kinda weird for taking the game seriously anyway -- which for the record. .. . I. . . er. . . one. .. is. . . quite frankly)!!!!!!!! (see above)

Even though I really don't like the show, I am kind of bummed that I am missing the last episode of Friends. It's like this odd vestige from my school days, when the pretty girls used to talk about Who's the Boss and if you didn't know what happened you could miss out. . . For the record my favorite "Friend" is Pitt's wife and then Cox and I don't like any of the rest. Ross bears the brunt of my ire as he's by far my least favorite "Friend". . . But I am full of it, I've already asked Yolanda to tape it for me. . .

Futile Attempt to re-establish my manhood:

I really like Kurt Warner for the Giants. . . This team is only one year removed from the playoffs (I think that they never recovered from that loss in SF) they have a really good TE in Shockey, they Toomer and Barber and I think if they can shore up their O-line a bit they could be legit. That last part is critical though. . . I still think A-Rod should play SS. . . I love this time of year the days are decent length and will keep getting longer for almost another month and a half crescendoing of course on June 21. . . Do yourself a favor and go read Friedman today, generally he's not so great but occasionally he really gets it right, I definitely don't think either he or Dowd deserve the incredible platforms that they have. . . Bonds has already sat out two of the only three games his team plays in NY this year. . . Piazza deserves a lot of credit for getting the record. . . I think Bonds WILL hit .400 this year. . . I hate to get Blue Trash started on this but I don't think that Jones can beat Klitschko the size difference is too huge. . . Special thanks to PTI, I rolled with several of their topics today. . . Great show btw. . . Big day for Lee,

And when a man is trying to change
But only causes further pain
You realize that all along
Something in us going wrong,
Moses

It's been reported today that "Major League Baseball has agreed to decorate its bases -- and pitching-mound rubbers and on-deck circles -- with a spider-web pattern as part of a promotion for the release of Sony Corp.'s "Spider-Man 2" next month." (From Drudge -- I can't stay away apparently, irrespective of my last entry huh?)

Anyway my opinion is that often the purists forget what sacrosanct Wrigley Field is actually named after and that once upon a time the wall at Fenway had ads all over it. That said, I find marking up the bases and mound unprecendented. We are now marking up the field? That is taking it too far. I am not crazy about the ads on uniforms either but this putting webs on the bases and pitching rubber is terrible and in my mind even worse. The field is a symbol and should remain the untouched by ads. I can live with ads all over Yankee Stadium and even someday YS being named Bloomberg Field (the horror!!) or something, but this messing with the field of play is too much. . .

My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning,
Moses Aton

No Gnews is Good Gnews?

I am a news junkie, I check the news almost every fifteen minutes or so, I check the news from my cell phone and I read every newspaper I can get my hands on. Recently I have begun to seriously consider giving up on the news or engaging in what Dr. Andrew Weil refers to as a "news fast"

Recently after reading about humans being mutilated, two headed cows and dead children I began asking myself why I needed to read any of this stuff at all? What practical benefit do I derive?

One answer, of course, is that without knowing about all the terrible things going on in the world how can we change them? Another, is that it may benefit one to understand the world better by having all the relevant data. It's something I am struggling with these days shall I remain plugged in and misreble or live blissfully in my world where only the New York Post is purchased and only the back pages read. Where Drudge is replaced with sportsline.com?

Happy Cinco de Mayo.

But I'm sitting in the Sheraton Gibson playin' my Gibson
And boy do I wanna go home,
Moses

An Initial Inquiry Into "Shortcut Technology"

It was with much interest that I followed the Unabomber saga unfold several years ago. The story was already so intriguing sounding more like fiction than reality that by the time the Unabomber released his manifesto I was already hooked. I thought that the manifesto was well written though it meandered a bit. In general I though his ideas were interesting but his rejection of technology left me wondering: where ought one draw the line. It was the same thought I had always about the Amish. They reject technology but they seem to only reject it beginning at a particular time. In the case of the Amish they seem to want nothing to do with any technology that is newer than few hundred. After all why reject the car but not, say, the buggy? Why reject the microwave but not the butter churn? (ed note I stand corrected on this point to some extent, see the the first comment in the comment section posted by someone identified only as KID, note also that I break all BLOGROPHENIA tradition by editing an already posted entry, but I deemed this correction important to maintaining the integrity of this particular entry which I still support and believe in strongly)

It is with this background in mind that I intend to begin my own personal epistemological quest into what I believe to be the cutoff point on what I deem a pernicious new brand of technology. What I am dubbing: "Shortcut Technology" Shortcut technology is essentially any "technology" (using that word broadly) in which the user is trying to mask, reduce or eliminate an essential experiential or consequential element. These elements can be physical, psychological or completely external.

An example of the masking/reduction or elimination of an essential experiential element in the physical sense is Sweet and Low, any low fat food or hangover pills. An example of the masking/reduction or elimination of an essential experiential element in the psychological sense is the using of cosmetic pharmacology, like Xanax or Prozac (when not used for clinical depression). An example of the masking/reduction or elimination of an essential experiential element in the external sense is TiVo or even those new jukeboxes where one can skip songs that have already been programmed in upon paying for two songs.

The guiding principle in recognizing shortcut technology is that it somehow abates something critical to the experience of living. It somehow or another removes an essential part of particular experiences for the purpose of removing consequences. This detachment of cause and effect at the very least contributes, I believe to the general malaise modern humankind.

But how can men who've never seen
Light be enlightened,
Moses

The Date Volume One

I recall distinctly the unusual night. It occurred 6 years ago in the summer of 1998, the Yankees were boringly good, the summer was a hot one and I was a summer associate in NYC after two years in dreary Durham North Carolina. I was living in the NYU dorms and trying to maximize every minute of my summer in NYC. Stephanie a fellow summer associate and student at Stanford Law took an immediate liking to me and I to her. Until one evening she rolled up her omnipresent long sleeves to reveal forearms hairier than a Greek man's ass crack. I was immediately repulsed and decided on the spot that this burgeoning romance would end right there. I commenced a new sibling era in our friendship, wherein I would always introduce as "my good friend" and represent that she was "like a sister to me". She got the hint and began to back off. I still enjoyed our conversations about everything from Hinduism to the Hawaiian surf, but I knew I couldn't date until she removed those de facto wool sleeves she was wearing. After a while Stephanie decided that if she couldn't have me herself she would do the next best thing: She set out to set me up with her friend Christina. On paper Christina sounded fine. Like myself she was from LI, she was a schoolteacher and according to Stephanie she was interesting. Oh she was interesting alright Dunne (get that movie reference and I owe you TWO beers!!)

We met at a favorite bar of mine. I was immediately struck by her hairsprayed hair and stark blue eyeshadow.

"I'm Christin-uh" she said sitting down.

TO BE CONTINUED

Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Moe Better

Great Rickey bein' Rickey story relayed by Chris Berman on Sunday night 5/2 . While with the Padres Rickey sat up in the front seat on the team bus. When told by everyone to move because that was Tony Gwynn's seat. Rickey asked why and was told "because Tony has tenure". Rickey responds "He got tenure? Well tell him that Rickey got twenty year. . ."

Random Random Random Musings

Random Annoying Thing with which to irritate, among others, Yolanda
I have gone to the metric system. Remember when you were a kid and they told you in school that it was only a matter of time before we joined the rest of the world and went to the metric system? The time is now folks. So it is spoken so shall it be done.

Random Injury
I have somehow while sleeping hurt my right ring finger. The nail is slightly discolored.

Random Restaurant Review
If you have yet to make it to Sahara East on 11th and 1st Av go there. enjoy some falafal and puff on a genuine hookah have the apple flavor. Wash that all down with a nice beer.

Random Random Rant
Girls can be odd at times asking bizarre questions like whether or not one thinks one's parents are in love and whether or not one is truly happy. They also sometimes can be strange making curious and meaningless assertions. I don't get it, keep it to yourself. I don't say everything that pops into my head or try to explain to every woman such various and perverse things as what it means to dot someone's eyes.

Random Goal
I am trying to lose about 10 kilograms

Random Quote
Quote of the weekend from a cabbie: " don't see why people get so exctied about Times Square, it's just electricity. The real energy is downtown"

Random Review
Saw the MyTV's play with Spartacle last night again at Don Hill's. The MyTV's were incredible as always putting on a particularly electric show. Frontman Brent is absolutely on fire, talented and energized the kid really knows how to put on a show. Drummer Andy was monumental as usual putting on a downright Moonian performance. Spartacle was good too featuring Rogers (from Blind Melon) with Rene Lopez (from Extra Virgin) and Royston Langdon (formerly of Spacehog). Liv Tyler was in audience and looking good.

Random Activity Update
Looks like I am going to be joining a gay softball team. I love to play softball and have been trying to get in on a league for a while. I hope they just overlook the fact that I am not gay.

Random Sports Reference
Rickey Henderson is back with the Newark Bears for yet another year now pushing 45 you gotta love his desire to play and love for the game.

Random Who Quote
You'd laugh and say nothings that simple,
Random Alias
Moses

In an attempt to exorcise the Townshendian ghosts who have been particularly haunting of late, I attended a performance of Tommy. It was excellent. If I really wanted to critique it I would say that the one issue I had with it is that they didn't actually sound like the Who, but rather like a band covering the Who. A good one mind you, but still, I like my cover bands to feel so much like the real band that if I were to close my eyes I would not know the difference. At any rate I am feeling good and feeling like it was good for me.

Imagine through the shock of isolation
When he can suddenly hear and speak and see,
Moses