Rita and I went to get our marriage license today! Rita was so excited that she forgot how to spell her name.
I was browsing an Internet Forum and read this description of the old West End (RIP) in New York. It was posted by a cat named The Zoo Yorker, and it’s a perfect example of how Madison Avenue can dress something up with counter-culture mystique.
If you are a beatnik looking for history, you would do well to avoid what the West End bar has become - namely, simultaneously the most popular yet most derided bar in the neighborhood. Yes, Kerouac and Ginsberg were regular drinkers there, however, you must remember, Ginsberg was never the most attractive human being and Kerouac was a football player. That should give you some idea as to the clientele.
Other examples are:
Jim Morrison and Elvis Presley
Is there anything so wonderful as having a fantastic church to attend on Sundays?
We’ve been attending The Journey for the last couple of months and it’s a wonderful place full of sincere people.
Ok, time for lunch!
I’ve been very busy so I took some time off to grow a beard. I think that I’ll keep it, but Patrick keeps telling me that I look like Bob Villa.
Hanging out with Greg and Vendy at Bar Italia on Thanksgiving night. They went home, and I did the same.
I was rolling past The Vault at 12:45. Headed through the West End traveling North on Euclid, took a left at Delmar, and was heading West.
I remember thinking “Man, there sure are a lot of people on the sidewalk in front of The Vault…”
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Sounded like a 9mm or a .32, but it was difficult to tell because I was a block away. I hope that nobody got hurt.
They still aren’t 100% finished, but here’s a sneak preview.
I read a lot. Between the websites, books, and magazines that I always have my nose stuck into it’s remarkable that I ever leave the house. To be honest, the majority of what I read is work related. Whether it’s for economics, bartending, or Popgadget there are always interesting work related articles out there.
As a man it’s easy to discount a magazine that runs feature stories with titles like “Please your man…Again” and “The day my husband became my wife”, but on occasion there’s a great zinger of a story delivered between the ads for perfume and moisturizers. The quality of writing that comes out of the larger women’s magazines is astounding if you’re not expecting it. After educating myself over the last six months I’m willing to eat every bad thing I ever said about Redbook.
There is one downside to being a man who reads magazines marketed towards women. My hands smell like a French Cathouse from all the scratch and sniff perfume ads.
Lately I’ve been trying to get into podcasts, and I can’t figure out why so many of them are just so awful. A microphone + fleeting internet celebrity does not equal interesting. Are there any good ones out there?
Avast ye, maties!
In honor o’ Talk like a Pirate Day I’ve changed t’ Masthead image on this vessel and I be sharin’ some mp3’s o’ me favorite pirate bands.
Yer lookin’ at a portrait of my ugly visage from this day in the year of our Lord two thousand and four. My crew have been celebrating this day, the greatest of computer geek holidays, for many a year.
T’ Whole Sick Crew was a great St Louis band that has sunk down deep to rest at Davy Jones Locker. Enjoy t’ songs, and put on your eyepatches my hearty raiders!