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walked down east houston street today unaccompanied by music. i say that because i've been listening to things (meat beat manifesto: let the beeeeaattt, furrrreee...) all memorial day weekend. groove armada too, but i haven't heard a song of theirs yet that has a slightly ridiculous hook that i can spell phonetically like that. a concert is coming up in the city with the likes of common, talib kweli, and tribe called quest; more good hip-hop, but in this case also more homophobia, than you could shake your booty at. should i go anyway? kenyon and i have discussed this before, and i'm going to ask him again.

why didn't anyone freakin tell me how fine david silveria of korn is? it took a big calvin klein dirty jeans banner with mr. korn's bare with a few well-placed hairs chested, pierced-eared, bleach-blonded, handsome face and bod to alert me.

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how many hyphens can i shove in? there are more and more mornings like this: waking up before my alarm goes off -- alarm(ing) ... is a word that sticks and hurts, i discovered, when a friend asks you if his back needs waxing -- poking out from under new cotton jersey sheets and next to a cheetah-print pillow, looking at my not-bare-anymore walls finally, my dick sore from beating off a lot lately but once again hard as a rock top-of-the-morning-to-ya, muscles right above my armpits and the center of my back sore from the gym. a friend once recognized depression in a friend of hers when the friend started sleeping all the time, and i wonder if i caught some mutant strain of this that gets me up at 8:30 on a sunday.

i get to church about fifteen minutes early, and my new deacon and one of the priests are practicing tasks. the priest is speaking really quietly, but the microphone is over his head and flecks of vocal sound bounce around. as the service is ending, a homeless woman is weeping loud enough that it mixes with the sound of the organist's postlude.

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this blog (i finally admit it, filename change and all) is brought to you by rHEio, would wrote me the following:
occupation: publishing scum, half-assed writer
citystate: Brooklyn, YO!
country: US of A
website: dantewoo.com & www.djparis.com
direction: i stalk you
comment: Papi, by now you know I'm stalking your ass... seriously, I love what you do, just wish you'd do more (but of course, I understand).
mailing_list: add me to the mailing list!

i interpreted this as "asking nice," plus the man has the good taste to list me on his yahoo profile, which introduced me to some of y'all here. so here ya go, big boy.

purchases of the day: calvin klein wifebeater. fruit of the loom (their URL really is fruit.com) briefs. activities of the day: woke up and read a few pages of the hours. great, quiet, leisurely breakfast at my favorite corner coffee spot. horrible brunch a few blocks north (i don't eat like this every day, scout's honor). one workout at nysc. more coffee because it's a weekend and it's ok. gave away printer. hung pictures on walls. checked out competitor's website. listened to live battle between fat boy slim and armand van helden.

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in queens with matthew, dropping his nephew off at parents. two girls, about 13 years old apiece, ride by on their bikes. it's blustery for may, and one says to the other, "fuck! my nipples ahh so freakin' hahhd!"
kids these days

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someone in my building has a drug problem and is always puking on the weekends. it's only springtime, you're too young to say you're through with love. i'll be different, boy.
- saint etienne, spring

i'm spending springtime (new york's excuse for spring) saying goodbye to my boy, personally. push back on the ideas of love that are difficult to reconcile with practical logistics. trying to balance out the love i have for my job with the constant frustrations of it and the way i push myself, which tends to get me to push others more than i probably should. i post my resume (wanna see? exhibitionist) online to get recruiters to hit on me, and my website on my aol profile to get horny and thoughtful guys to hit on me -- someday they will all coalesce into one hyperaggressive top who uses words like "amazing opportunity," maybe.

i'm not a super huge fan of franky (i so can't correct that typo) gehry, but i really liked this interview that he did. i am a major fan of east village restaurant mama's. for me to think about: utility nav versus functional nav (i am likely fucking these terms up, because i can't remember how a colleague of mine referred to them last night, 11pm, beers and pizza at toad hall). even thought h&m is the gap of europe, i, along with every other new yorker, cannot wait to check it out uptown.

i stand five ten with the open palms i'm dropping bombs with the urban psalms
- mos def and talib kweli, freestyle

talkin about work too much these days. is it passion or pathetic? more sex?

and i gotta redesign this friggin site, but i don't have any ideas. welcome, yours that.

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people are playing earnest, folksy rock music across the hall that makes me feel like i'm in one of those earnest fox dramas that i can never sit through, like party of five. i'm obsessed with navigation and usability, even to the point where, last sunday after i bought my first paper copy of the new york times in several months and went to le gamin for a sausage crepe and american coffee, i looked at the front doors for credit card stickers and tried in vain to figure out where people's eyes go when they walk into a place and don't know if they can pay by plastic.

had drinks with jami (whose website is bookmarked in my "webutante" folder) last night at 7b. we talked about zentropy and new jobs and raises, and how, when you diss someone, even if you're cool you don't get to be friends with them anymore. then we talked about posting our (kind of impressive) resumes on hotjobs just to feel appreciated, because we knew that slews of recruiters would come knocking. and they sure did. one of them looked up my home phone, called my office to find my work phone, and has started leaving daily voicemails. it's scary.

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