Originally Posted Wednesday, August 27, 2014
There is much that I am not telling here. I can't. And it has me creatively constipated. I am bound and chained. I would have to abandon this blog and start another one. But I need a history. I'm getting too old to start over again. You. . . my peeps.
I am in factory lockdown, but it will end soon. And then. . . and then. . . I'm thinking NYC. Museums and streets. But I fear it is not what it used to be. There is Brooklyn. . . which I read yesterday is not what it used to be. Hoboken? There is some town next to Hoboken the Times wrote about yesterday. Manhattan, it seems, is becoming the city of absentee Arab and Chinese billionaires who use it as a business depot, their multimillion dollar condos mere upscale Sofitels. Everyone else has been driven out of the bidding. Now that museums are moving and Rizolli's is being forced to close. . . what is left? Tourists coming to see broadway shows and sex tourists.
I realized yesterday how long it has been since I was in London. And Paris, too. And I've never been to Amsterdam, Bruges, Prague, Budapest, or Istanbul. It is a good time of year to go, I think.
But everything takes planning now, and I am not good at planning. I am spontaneous, and spontaneity is something that has been taken from us unless we are very wealthy. I mean you can decide to get drunk spur of the moment, but travel has been made miserable. Fuck it, though. Maybe I'll act like the rich and just book a ticket last moment and go, damn the price.
I say that until I look at the price. Then I'm back to booking a month in advance and traveling by cattle car.
Enough of that. But really, I can't figure out how Q does it. He's off on another vacation. He has about twenty weeks a year somehow in a job he has been working for six or seven months. I feel like Sad Sack or Pigpen by comparison. But everything is better in the west. Almost.
I must get ready for my day job now. Today is very dangerous for me. I am in a power struggle argument with my boss. I was caught by surprise. It was unexpected. Now I have to decide what to do. He must understand it will not be fun for him not to have me on his side or else things will get very, very rough. I must be quietly dangerous today. Quiet. And dangerous. I'm pretty sure I can do that.