Alas, an update on my Arcturus blog will have to wait until tomorrow or Monday.
Above: 1500 block, R St., NW, Washington, D.C., this past Sat. night. This entry is being finalized around 430AM Sun. morning (May 25th, 2008) after a very nice night at Cobalt with my favorite bartender and then at Town with Gary in what felt like a sort of weird "Old School" Nation night (circa Summer 2000) that, alas, in the end could not hold a candle to that place. Boo.
My pinched neck nerve (mentioned below) got taken care of by a Percocet and an anti-depressant/muscle relaxer called Klonopin (I used to take the generic version called clonazepam for anti - depression, which when I took it didn't do much -- boo).
Phew. I had a very busy but overall very good week, which is why I wasn't able to update my two blogs as planned. I'm FINISHED with my coursework for my graduate program.
Today was busy with chores -- laundry, feeding Stephanie's cat, going to campus to clean out my locker and print out some stuff, grocery shopping, making dinner, and now writing entry -- that took me on route from home to Phil's place to College Park to take care of a few things, and back home that entailed several miles of walking and riding the Green Line Metro rail.
While walking, I managed to pinch a nerve in the left side of my neck. It hurts like hell and it's hard for me to turn my neck. Uh, oh. But I'm home now in my wee efficiency -- now lit by TWO lamps and the window a/c purring. I'm watching the Britcoms on MPT (they're actually on tonight). Gary is supposed to come over in a bit and we are planning on going to Cobalt.
I had to feed Stephanie's cat, Jasmine, as well as Phil's tropical fish, because Phil and Stephanie are in Paris with Chris and David until Tuesday. Stephanie and David have both lived in France (David is from there). Phil lives a few blocks from me now in D.C. near Belmont and 17th St., NW, across the street from the Meridian International Center.
Above is a picture of the Meridian International Center as seen from the 1600 block of Crescent Pl., NW. Here the Web site to the place. Almost every night there is some event going on there.
Last night, when I went there around 1130PM before going to Cobalt. Jasmine (pictured here) is a cat who was never socialized and is somewhat crazy. She hissed and cat-growled, and made to lunge, swatting at me, her ears back. All I was doing was trying to put food in her bowl. Jasmine looks like "Bucky" in the comic strip "Get Fuzzy."
Today, Jasmine was much less neurotic and only hissed once.
As it is, except for my dad's 18 year old cat, Pyewackett down in Florida, I'm more of a dog person.
From blow out nothing ghetto ...
The ASTONISHING change at the corner of Irving St., NW, and 14th St., NW. This FINALLY transitioned from boom-boxed, blown-out ghetto wasteland EVER SINCE the MLK Jr. assassination riots that destroyed the neighborhood -- to what you see today.
Tomorrow, I'm spending the day with LP in Montgomery Co., Maryland, hopefully driving about. I want to visit Garrett Park and Washington Grove, two interesting suburban tree-filled suburban enclaves. On Monday (which I have off), Gerry and I (and maybe Gary and Kristof) may take one of our drives about the suburban wilds of Northern Virginia. I have my eye doctor follow-up appt. on Tuesday and I return to work on Wednesday. My job transitions to a full-time salaried one with benefits the following Monday (June 1).
I've decided to write about Mr. Sirius on my Arcturus blog. Yesterday was the "official" 4th year of our disastrous encounter when in a scuffle I slapped him and that marked the start of the worst part of my 2004 nightmare year. Yes, I tried to apologize, but he never forgave me and his contempt for me only grew in time even as I did not move on.
I would like to direct any reader interested in this to the very funny comment my blogger friend Fingers left and my reply to that in my previous entry.
Also, there is some interesting irony in that I finished my paper -- in a 12 hour all nighter from 6PM Thur. to 6AM Fri. (and needless to say, I went into work late on Friday) -- for my international environmental treaties class on May 22/23, 2008, the precise four year anniversary of the incident. It is ironic because the paper marks the FINAL assignment for my FINAL class in my public policy degree program, at least in terms of required courses. I won't get the actual degree until probably Dec. '08.
The topic of the paper was how a better treaty might be developed to replace the mostly failed Kyoto Protocol once it expires at the end of the 2012.
I started the degree program in Jan. 2005 as a result of losing my job in Jan. 2004 -- the first shoe to drop in my annus horribilis -- and being unemployed and penniless. (I would not have made it without Phil to take me in in his old Silver Spring place, or without help from LP and my dad, not to mention my other friends who helped me.) The second shoe to drop was the Mr. Sirius disaster, which only hurt me, not him as he never gave a damn (I know that).
This is my third master's degree (!), but this one so far is working out the best.
Yesterday evening, we had an office happy hour and dinner in Bethesda (where I work) at Black's Bar & Kitchen on the firm's tab.
There are several Black's in the Maryland suburbs, including Black's Bar & Kitchen (Bethesda), Black Market Bistro (Garrett Park), Blacksalt (MacArthur Blvd., Wash. D.C.), and Addie's (Rockville). The Bethesda one includes a raw bar.
My boss and the founder of the firm were there, as well as four of my co-workers. It was the second Friday in a row where I was part of a $450 to $500 dinner on someone else's tab (!). Last week, it was at Cafe Japone on P St., NW, with Phil and others that also included a show at The Improv on Connecticut Ave., where we saw a real(ly funny) comedian, John Pinette.
The corner of Norfolk Ave. and St. Elmo Ave., Bethesda, May 23, 2008.
Thereafter, some of us went to Rock Bottom in Bethesda, before I headed back into D.C. to go home to (1) shower and freshen up and (2) rest up a bit before gong back out to Cobalt to meet Kristof and Gary. They were earlier at Mr. Sirius's bar and Kristof told me he waited on them in a "professional and nice" way. Thpfthpfthpft. They were there that night four years ago when happened what happened.
If you want to get a glimpse of Reagan era American optimism that even a mal - content such as me can appreciate and be moved by, read on ...
Below is an approx. 1 min. YouTube clip of what I consider to be one of the best advertisements of the 1980s. It is one of the "Coke Is It!" ads. I believe there were a number of such ads from the mid-1980s.
This one is from 1985 (when I was but 15 years old) and the ad lyrics are set to the tune of the wonderful bossa nova tune by Antonio Carlos Jobim entitled Waters of March, except this is in the form of a power rock ballad style (of the 1980s "hair bands") that was popular at the time.
IF you watch this video, a few points ...
There is NO HOMOSEXUAL (GAY) imagery from the mid-1980s ... not even in an ambiguous way. This is something that would be VERY different today. And I'm a gay guy, so I'm just stating something I noticed. Sorrr-reeeee-y.
This ad was filmed in 1985 when the Statue of Liberty was in scaffolding for renovations ahead of her 1986 centennial. That is relevant to the NEXT point ...
At 11 sec. into the video, you will see a small girl on a beach ("... it's a girl on a beach ...") followed by Statue of Liberty imagery. This is TOTALLY an "answer" to the Planet of the Apes apocalyptic movie of the time in which the ruins of the Statue of Liberty rises out of the ocean in that legendary scene. In other words, by contrasting a small girl on a beach with the Statue of Liberty in that final scene, you are getting the "answer" from 1985 to nearly a generation earlier in 1968: America's best days are AHEAD of her!
*The space shuttle imagery ("IT IS TOTALLY NOW!") is my favorite -- and all the more bitterly ironic because it was just months before the unnecessary Challenger disaster.
* The girl around 45 sec. reminds me of "HotLipz," except MY friend HotLipz LONG AGO stopped reading this blog, so why the hell should I care?? Boooo!
*Below is the YouTube clip of the actual Antonio Carlos Jobim version of "Waters of March" tune, as sung by Mr. Jobim himself is here:
Alas, my Mr. Sirius entry will have to wait a bit longer. Boo. I will have it up a day or two on my Arcturus blog. Yay. Oh,yes, Happy Birthday, Mr.Sirius. May the next year be happy one for you.
He knows full well (but doesn't care) that I'm having a big problem getting over him because I don't want all this to have been for naught, ending up in a metaphorical pile of disdain and bitterness, and also because I'm just afraid to of replacing a bad thing with a no-thing. Boo.