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2/6/2007

If I did exist I would be depressed

File under... Further Inquiry — mylo @ 9:24 pm

So I’ve been going to the writer’s room. The one thing I love about this place is the view. There is a window that has this awesome view of the empire state building. Right now the lights on it are a dark red, it looks like the end of a used spear.

Or a tampon if I want to be gross.

I’ve been avoiding that window for obvious reasons. So I’ve been over on the other side that overlooks the apartment buildings on broadway and east 8th or so. Try as I might, I’ve been trying to not look into their windows.

But I just can’t help it. Those apartments look so warm, safe, and clean. I would almost say welcoming, but I know better I stand a better chance of hitting the lottery than be invited inside.

For some strange reason I want to be invited inside, I want to enjoy the niceness for ten seconds. I’ll sip wine with the host/hostess, discuss some world event I barely know about. But most of all I’m just curious to see out of their windows.

Don’t know why I want to.  For some reason though the only description of the feeling I get now when I look over to those apartments is heart breaking.
Anyway, I need a cigarette and kill a priest fictionally. See you.



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2/2/2007

Quick Break

File under... Further Inquiry — mylo @ 9:59 pm

Don't let this boy fool you, he is skitzo When I was younger, like really young I couldn’t tell the difference from what was real to when I was dreaming.

Seriously.

What made it worse was that I had to learn about death at a really early age because my grandma died when I was five. So of course me being a curious child I couldn’t stop thinking about the one question that no adult could really answer “where do we go?”

Actual act of death flooded my thoughts, I would have dreams about kids that I knew. They would die, and the principal would announce it over the loud speaker, and say they would be buried at the school’s grave yard.

When I went to school the next day they would be gone. No one would be upset, so I’d shrug and crack open my math books. In reality they probably moved or transferred to catholic school.

When I told my mom about that, she gave me an odd look and said I had an imagination.

Sometimes I would play in the dirt (like all little boys are prone to do), after I washed up and sat at the dining room table I would see worms and bugs crawling in and out of my skin.

There was this one time in kindergarten I remember waking up one morning really early, mom and dad were asleep, and I felt like the world was different. It felt like instead of sleeping for eight hours or so, it was really for years. I referred to it as the “Big Sleep” when I thought about it for a long time after.

I’m thinking about this now, because I’m really wondering if it still happens and I stopped noticing. How much did I go through and do and was real. Am I typing this out in a dream in a mental home? Did I really date some mexican girl named Joanna once and she disappeared, or did she just never exist? Did I really pet a kangaroo in the sydney zoo, or was I just in a toys ‘r’ us? Did I make up every single person I ever knew? Am I really working with video games in a lofty office in SOHO, or am I still in C3i and my brain made up something instead so I can deal with it?

Are you real? No wait don’t answer that.



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3/22/2005

Shit I’m behind the times

File under... Site Stuff, Further Inquiry — mylo @ 8:52 pm

So Here I was at the starbucks, looking up stuff. Sick of packing, and I found a mention of podcasting. I heard of it before but I never took the time to research this net fad.

It’s the most genius thing I ever heard of. I’m not kidding at all. It really is brillant. Plus I have Adam Curry to thank for this one. So here I was knocking myself out trying to get a better radiostation for the longest time, and everything was right here.

My only fears are what if the Live Journal dicks get a hold of this one. (shudders). Plus the cost of CDs, are gonna be a killer. (I am going to need fresh content) I haven’t even thought of the bandwidth yet.

But, if things work this should be worth it. I’m also getting an iPod by June, so I can suffer with you all.



1/11/2005

Just a thought

File under... Politics, Further Inquiry — mylo @ 11:56 am

I was reading the news and there was an article about O’Reilly vs Clooney and the Tsunami telethon. Something occured to me, besides that O’Reilly is a smarmy bastard.

When Sept 11th hit, we were all heroes. All of us even though we didn’t do much but get blown up, and huddle in our closets screaming in terror. The tsunami hits, and those poor people are called victims.

I’m not statician or anything but is there a quota they went over before they crossed the line from hero to victim, or is it an american thing and we can’t stand to be victims although we truley were? No one mentions the 9-11 dead, they are referred to as families, people, heros something, but never victims.

Just thinking before I do laundry.



1/3/2005

Mix tape Answers

File under... Further Inquiry — mylo @ 3:32 pm

If any one remembers the mixed tape question I posted on Craigslist about the mix tapes and I did get some responses, unlike the people here that read the site.

So lets see what the populace had to say…

Mel -
That would totally rock! And if this actually happens, drop me a line - if for anything because I would have a blast making a mixed tape.

Oh, and you know what else is missing in romance (since you mentioned it in your posting):
- hand holding
- the feeling of playing hooky
- the eroticism of slow dancing
- innocent sincerity
- the fumbling and figuring it out…and knowing that the other person was as well

Funny, my childhood best friend and I were talking about that when I was back home…

To be honest I can live without the fumbling part, and the slow dancing. Hand holding didn’t go anywhere either (to my knowledge) but playing hooky, and the innocent sincerity part is definately lacking in my 20’s.

Cecyl -
i like the idea because it taps into the whole retro feel that everyone seems to want to experience. it could work, with one notable glitch - many people may not have cassette players/recorders anymore. i got rid of my dual cassette deck earlier this year, after holding onto it an realizing that i had all of two cassettes left. the other challenge might be that you really have to rely on the tastes of the people mixing - which would be an effective screener for your party i suppose.

keep at it. i think the idea just might have wings. maybe start with a group of friends first or even a bar in one of the hipster areas like williamsburg or greenpoint as a promotional activity to boost a slow night…or even work with one of the groups like brooklyn kickballers to do it.

Whose the Brooklyn kickballers? But not too bad of an idea exploiting nostalgia for a few extra bucks and free booze. People suck if they tossed their tape decks anyway, that’s an effective screener. Cecyl is cool for answering though.

Rich2dope -
I prefer tape. Things were better in the olden days

Hell yeah



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