Facebook

So I'm on facebook. I'm conflicted about it. It seems so self important, it brings out the narcissism in a lot of us, and there is alot of that going around in society.
So I thought I would at least put a spin on it.
I searched for Paul caballero's. Turns out there are a lot of them. I'm curios so I friend one in Columbia. He speaks only Spanish. I. Get updates from him I can't understand. I should but I don't. Funny.
I friend another one in new York. He's ok but a little quiet. I pick up one on no cal and another one I texas. 
Interesting to think my other selves living my other lives.
So I check facebook occasionally and one night the Texas me posts three messages in about ten minutes... Crazy shit. Oh fuck! Texas me is a born again Christian! He's posting bible quotes and Sunday school stuff. 
He freaks me out but I decide not to dump him. He is afterall my sort of brother and I have sides of me I don't like but I still keep on going.
Wacky Christian me is quiet a lot but every week or so blasts facebook with manic posts about god and the plan and bible quotes.
Weird.
I don't know where it comes from but I feel connected to all of it.
I'm not changing my course but it's funny when Christian me goes off and I think... What the hell am I talking about?
Colombian me speaks only Spanish and I can't understand and Christian me speaks English and I can't understand. Nice!

hot

Came home the other day. My house was an oven. Heat coming from the floor it was so hot..but Vin Scully on the radio, Dodgers on the TV. Beat the Giants and everything is right.
I dragged myself into the new year. The birthday trip was good but not as exotic as I'm accustomed and the weather has been grey. Things seemed to be in neutral but now we are in the nineties. Dodger beat the giants two in a row and I went to park. Dodgers win, I got to stand in center field and watch fireworks.
Things are good.
Not perfect but when are things perfect really. Enjoy the moments when they come.

fumes

Got up late. Checked the market. I'm down today.
Coffee and cake for breakfast. Out to see the seagram building. Have to see some landmarks and check them off the list.
This city is loud. There is always a conversation within earshot that I can't tune out. The street is ok but on the subway i'm trapped and the average conversation...

Saw the Seagram but did not go in to see the four seasons where the rothkos would have gone.

Down the street was MOMA. Went over to draw. Bad results.

Hungry.

I made a note from a travel channel show to get the beef sandwich at Brennan and Carr's in Brooklyn. It was a long way from where I was but I've been eating like a pig and a ride and walk would do me good.

A long ride and a medium walk and I was there.

Beef, Double Dipped. Beef dipped in au jus. Bun Dipped in au jus. great. gone in less than two minutes. I did not time it but it was pretty quick.

Worth the trip once.

Back at the hotel. The lobby is crowded. Most of the time. This morning I got a seat but that was the only time I've seen it.

I was just down there and it's packed. I found a seat only to be told it was reserved. Finished my pretzel and I"m going to lay down.

Plane tomorrow. Out tonight for something and plan the morning.

night

fuck.
exhausted.
I'm burning as much as I can. Thursday back to work. I like my job but fuck, I have to make this time count.
Went to PS1 MOMA this morning. AWESOME! A converted schoolhouse turned art gallery. It would be worth it to just walk around th builiding.
Cheap chinese from an asian man with a thick grey floor broom mustache. He was a loud and happy guy. Lot of food. Ate the left overs in bed watching TV.
Nap then went to hear live jazz at the smoke club. Another good choice but now I'm beat.
2am here, 11 back home. I hope I haven't fucked my sleep schedule too badly.
more later.

done

about 1230 yesterday, driving up the new jersey turnpike. I see it. The empire state builiding. I had an idea, a concept of being in this moment when I started this trip 10 days ago but that first glimpse was a little surreal.
Toll after toll then, the lincoln tunnel. $5 toll. White tiles underground then sunlight and I was here. The sound, the grime, the lumpy streets. You know you are in New York. Where else could you be?
I flashed back to leaving at 3am in Long Beach. On the road and the road I usually take to Vegas I turned right and now i'm here.
It was more exhausting than I thought it would be. I wanted to be home days ago but pressed. I"m glad I did.
I have nothing to do. No plan and today it snowed for a bit.
I went to a play last night. "Freud's Last Session" that was very well done and a lot of fun. My second play ever in New York.
It's cold and wet now, but from the news it's cold and wet in LA so, fuck, why not be in NY.
Changed hotels. The new one is very cool. LIke an upscale Chelsea Hotel, without the history.
Two more days then home.
Planning for next year.
I have an idea but ...it will take some work.

Busted...

It's just not Vegas. In town up. Leave town flat. Not broke but even. I had one dealer that was fun and professional the rest douchy. Ha! Spell check thinks I don't really mean douchy.
I came for the experience and I got it. Hotel, clean up, rest. Maybe go for round two before I leave.

I should be in NYC in the morning.

That is really what this trip is about...
Later

Ac

Sitting on the beach in Atlantic city. Last time I was here I stayed about three hours. Got my pin, lost 100 then bused back to NYC. Not pleasant. 

I've been here about two hours. Lost 100 but I'm taking my time. 

I put my feet in the surf. Picked up some black scallop shells and feeling the sun on my face. 

This is not Vegas. I can flame out in Vegas and I still love it. The casino here  was like a bus station with carpet. 

The beach is nicer. No one is here. Well not right here. Down sways about 30 kids are gathering. I'm getting out of here.

Funnel cake bound...