Just waiting for the sun to rise outside my window at work, again.  It's one of the few times during my day that I actually find peace and quiet amongst the whirling of computer and room encoder fans.  My legs are stiff today from cycling and a massive leg work out last night.  Not to brag, but I do have a nice set of male legs.  Big, muscley with calves for days.  I know, I know, vanity is one of the seven sins, but hey, I figure it's my physical feature that stands out best.  Secretly I... Read Full Story

I'm back to watching the sun rise in the courtyard outside of my window at work.  Yesterday, Jeffrey called me late in the morning.  He was upset and injured.  The wooden block that holds our kitchen knives at home had fallen off the shelf and cut his head open in four places.  He was bleeding.  Alarmed I asked him how deep the cuts were and was he using compresses on the wounds.  Later he called back and said he was better, but I was still shaken up a bit.   Our knife set is one of those... Read Full Story

I've been working at my current job for almost three years, and today I finally figured out the building outside of my window in the courtyard faces west.  Big deal, huh?  Well it's one less mystery to solve and ten seconds of my life I can finally put to rest.  Today was the first of a three-week start time at four in the morning.  The perk to an early start time is the subway runs direct from my house to work in less than 40 minutes.  During the day it's an hour commute and a total of three... Read Full Story

That's nine weeks or 45 days.  And right now I'm at the halfway point.  I've asked myself the question, "If I were given the opportunity to improve my life, career and potential income in 90 days would I do it?"  The answer (though it's been difficult to come to this realization) is overwhelmingly yes.   I find it no different than the final year of college, where I was juggling multiple responsibilities all at once.  This week I have found myself in the negotiating chair with everyone... Read Full Story

Birthday wish.  Blue brief pair.  Size large.  I'm hooked on AMC's Mad Men.  Holy shit.  Can't wait till the next episode. Weather is changing.  Definitely feel fall in the air. Jeffrey cracks me up.  He took the comforter from my side of the bed with him to his summer retreat.  I guess his dorm room smells like me.  I called him Linus. Spent the last two nights hanging out with my brother.  We cycled around the park near my house and hit the gym... Read Full Story

It's been awhile since I posted a blurb without a picture of the day, week or weekend.  It's reflective of my life right now.  What would someone want to see anyway?  Me sleeping, eating, working, lifting, showering or all those other mundane day in and day out activities that have now over consumed my time.  Jeffrey doesn't want to hear it, but the past couple of evenings have that cooler temperature which has lifted my spirits.  Fall is around the corner and this can only mean one thing... Read Full Story

"Oh no," I said to the O as I whipped out my camera. There's a Tex-Mex restaurant in our neighborhood that serves the best fresh lime-juice margaritas, but the food has yet for me to declare, "Holy shit!  Finally some real Mexican food in New York.  Fuck yeah!"  No, it's the margaritas for me.  Today, after my afternoon appointment, all I could think about was one of those margaritas while riding home on the train.  Maybe some chips and salsa.  The only problem was their five-dollars-each... Read Full Story

  Babe, you've got taco shmutz all over your face again. Jeffrey had never had a "homemade" taco till about two months ago.  "Why would I eat Mexican food?," he said.  "It's not like something I would find out here [on the east coast]."  And it's not like I know how to cook true, authentic Mexican food.  Sure my grandmother on my dad's side of the family did, but I rarely got to sample her home cooking.  So my tacos are like this sorority girl take on this classic little wrap.  I use ground... Read Full Story

"You're a squirrel." "Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something... Read Full Story

  "Gurl, get the shot before I go shirtless." I find myself frustrated these days, and I have accepted the fact that I made choices to get me to this point.  Continually, I have that superficial fantasy of an 18-year-old boy who throws his computer, tells the world to fuck off and runs away to be a bartender.  Then I realize how much loathed bar-flys back in the day when I worked at JR's, the lack of health insurance and working every major holiday.  Physically, I find I'm sore as shit... Read Full Story