March 8, 2003

What a beautiful day! I feel like saying big ups to everyone! I better say it fast because no doubt it will be snowing again tomorrow.

I went for a walk to My Mind’s Eye Records with my boy Dirt today after kicking back and playing the drums in my boxing shorts. Dirt saw me in my boxing shorts. Add him to the list of those whose eyes have been permanently scarred by my flab. On the walk, Dirt and I had a man to man rap session. About topics. About issues. Man to man. It was nice. Also, somebody on Madison Avenue called out that they know that guy. Yes you do, it is Chris from the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show. You know me.

I was reading at a fast clip for first month of the year. I was cruising through a book every couple of days. I love to read, Ernie, it makes me feel good. And then Andrej recommended “Trainspotting” by Irvine Welsh to me. I bought it because I trust Andrej’s opinion - not because I was enticed by the image of a man crawling out the toilet. I read the first line. It was written in a Scottish accent. I was so turned off that not only have I not read any more of that book but I also gave up reading all together. I hate books written in accents. They sicken me. “Clockwork Orange” by Anthony Burgess would have been good if it was written in English. I have not read anything but newspapers and magazines for a month. That is not good. My brain is dying. Today, I started reading “The Demon” by Hubert Selby, Jr. It is written in English. Hallelujah. After the first couple of pages – lost in words and thoughts that do not involve basketball, I remembered that I like reading – a lot. Reading is better than TV. It is that simple. Dostoyevsky never wrote a sitcom. Yes, the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show has been described as passionately elitist – by me.

posted by Thea at 5:31 PM

March 6, 2003

It was another day of full activity. I am always going. Something has got to give. Of course, I vote work but we all know that is not happening. I don’t know what to cut. I am just going to figure on never having a night just to sit on my ass. Or maybe a night of just sitting on my ass as rare treat and not a way of life. Whatever. I am tired. I am just going to have to get used to it.

I saw Gang Starr last night. It was raptastic. A lot more swearing and yelling than on record but the excitement of the crowd can have that effect on people. I want to go into more but I will save it for a proper review. Which brings me to my next topic: the website Thea and I met with the Webmaster Flying V tonight to talk about ideas for the website and look at the gizmos on the Webmaster’s computer. The gizmos were definitely inspiring. I want to load up the website full of gizmos. I think we made some progress tonight. There are some ideas out there. It will work.

Lastly, I want to give big ups to Thea for her BLOG yesterday about giving up caring for Lent. Excellent. I tried to tell her a couple of times today that I thought her BLOG was funny but it, for whatever reason, did not come out. It is nice, after all of these years of knowing each other through many ups and many downs, that she can hit me with something new - and then I say to myself that I am glad to know Thea. It needs to be said to her sometimes. Maybe that is why I am BLOGGING tonight.

posted by Thea at 9:47 PM

March 5, 2003

I did not get ashes today. I have not been inside a Catholic Church outside of a wedding in many years. I keep meaning to go. There is something about family, friends and tradition (all things that I love) that seem to go great with Catholicism.

The first day of Lent was good. Day one of the fast is going strong. I was busy all day and I don’t even feel a little bit hungry. That is what it is supposed to feel like. I am too pumped. Work, however, was a bother. It is getting in my way. It is holding me back. Think, man, how to get out of it.

I have a night of full activity ahead of me so I have to go. Stay pumped. Stay psyched. And remember that it is all bullshit.

posted by Thea at 5:38 PM

March 4, 2003

It’s halftime. The Cavs are getting their asses kicked by the Bricks at Madison Square Garden. The Cavs are bad. They are fun to watch because they are so bad but that does not make them less bad. Man, they stink. Well, you know what they say: we are going to give them hell next year. Ain’t that right, Cavs faithful? We are going to give them hell next year. One of the things that I am doing for fun this game is saying, “Come on, FILL IN NAME OF PLAYER WHO JOE TAIT JUST ANNOUNCED HERE,” in a mocking voice. I am mocking the Cavs. But I would never mock a dear friend. Never.

My wife and I celebrated Big Fat Tuesday at a Rocky River, OH restaurant know for its excellent service. I think that we got the best service that we have ever gotten at any restaurant in our lives at this place tonight. Laurie could not even get through half a diet Coke without this super waitress asking to refill the drink. Holy moly. Somebody send all other servers at all other restaurants in the world to this noted Rocky River, OH establishment for training on how food service is supposed to be done. This place simply offers the best service anywhere. Period.

Tomorrow starts the Lenten fast. I am pumped. I am psyched. It is going to be forty plus days of hunger pangs and tuna. I am very excited. I am over halfway done with my latest book and I am looking forward to attacking the home stretch on empty. For me, this is what it is all about.

posted by Thea at 8:58 PM