Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Please listen to the first song on this band's page. Thanks.

While making a CD last morning, I discovered that Interpol followed by Frank Sinatra is just STELLAR. I mean really exciting.

Try this with me:

Interpol - Obstacle 1 (she holds the weight...)
then
Frankie - Nice & Easy

Stellar! Borderline Shocking!!
If you need the tracks - email my gmail - anisetuesday@gmail.com

You know that reminds me of rhyming, which remind me of my missing lunch buddy who has a first name that rhymes with his last name. The reason I like him is because he is the best listener I have ever met. He just listens, next thing I know, I've told the kid my whole life story. And then when he does speak, he always says things in my favor! Like "wow that guy is a loser" or "you can get better" or "nice sweater today" things that people put quarters in machines to hear. So anyway he is on his honeymoon with his equally awesome wife. They are in California, and I am here having lunch roaming around Roy Rogers with Subway Sandwiches by myself. boo.

Frank Sinatra will always remind me of fall because I discovered him in the fall one year. Last year was Judy. Three years ago - Ella. 5 years ago - Peggy Lee. I think this year I might try Dean Martin. I want to discover one ballad singer every year during Autumn. Actually you know this year I think I might study Edith Piaf. Even tho she is French, she definitely has an NYC feel.

I like this review of Antics the best.
After much debate, I would like to say that number 7 on Antics is my favorite and with that I will link to the lyrics. This is the one that you turn up really loud about 2 minutes & 45 seconds into the song and wish that the whole song were that pace. The one that makes you devo-out for 34 seconds and dance like Stipe or a mirror of how you dance to Radiohead or well, Turn on the Bright Lights.

One of my favorite things to do at work is talk like Claire Fischer.

I am reading a book that just got off a plane from California one week ago, but was purchased at the Strand for 11.30, and caused me to wonder if I should disinfect the book because of its mystery previous owners. Anyway the best part of the travelling book goes a little like this:

If you want to know how you really feel about someone, take note of the impression an unexpected letter from him makes on you when you first see it on the doormat.
Said Schopenhauer.

True.

So today I made a mixed tape and a letter for my friend who is in a town where the debates are happening tonight. The same town that houses the college of my little brother, and the same town where my twin friends Gretchen & Ginger moved in the 4th grade.

I enjoyed them, but they lived by the prison called "Wildwood", so we never played at their house. The same prison that my littlest brother & I would later explore on bikes, trying to reenact E.T.

Our bikes never left the ground.

On Sunday I put my favorite Sunday activities in order:
1. laying on the couch with a head-ache while watching TLC & spooning a needy yellow lab who rests her heavy head in my arms.
2. painting trim while listening to Joni Mitchell records & humming.
4. waking up early and running, and then laying in bed again and listening to the radio (studio 360 & This American Life) between 1&4 while the sun is shining in my window like a sailboat.
5. riding some random subway alone to the end and walking around.

Something I realized last night is that sometimes life is more medical than miracle.


View of and through windows that I see every day.

A shot of all shots.

I am officially obsessed with Cate Edwards. I thought the interest would fade yesterday after searching "Cate Edwards" photos on the AP Archive. But no. Today I searched Getty, Wireimage, Google images, and my own work database - Newscom.
So there you have it.
Cate Edwards does research at Vanity Fair, and enjoys soccer, campaigning for her dad, and coffee.
I like that she likes swimming. Swimmers a a-okay in my book.
Yah know, I am really not feeling the Kerry sisters. Something is really awkward about the both of them when they stand next to each other. It's like an ostrich and a flamingo being friends or something.
And the Bush twins are like the MaryKate & Ashley of Politics. Actually yeah - MaryKate & Ashley are to Hollywood what The Bush Twins are to Politics.

With blogs that are older than 3 years you get to go through major events with the author: maybe dating, a wedding, pregnancy, or maybe even death in the family.
So I was just reading one of my favorite blogs that covers basically all the aforementioned, and wondered what events were more popular - Was it her wedding? or did more people start reading after she had her first baby? Or was she more popular when she was single and writing about dating?
It would be interesting to see her sitemeter and it would be cool to see what people are there for. I am sure she wonders about this 34 more times than I do.

Or did.

Did you know that the reason they started putting mud on pre-game major league baseballs is because in the 30's someone was hit & killed by a ball slipping out of the pitchers' hand?
The (Blackburne) mud is actually famous, and is only found in an undisclosed swamp in New Jersey.

Again. Can I see a raise of hands in favor of the Jerz?

I saw Kevin Bacon the other day. I was about 6 feet away from him, and he looked me in the eyes and then looked away. I then told Robin about a "fun game you can look forward to playing in college" called Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.

I like the new Interpol. But don't you feel like 3 & 4 are kind of the same? Like maybe they should have separated them on the album. I never know when 4 starts, because its in the same key as 3. Or maybe that was the point.
3 is a love song.
4 is a life-together song.
I like 3 more. But then sometimes I like 4.

Oh yeah. and don't you think Interpol sounds like early REM sometimes?

The reason I wear cashmere is the same reason I wear perfume.

How To Make Roasted Apple Jim Beam Shots:

1. Build a kick-ass fire.


2. Get a sharp scary knife.


3. Smile, and carve out the core to shotglass-size.


4. Fill new core with Jim Beam & place on campfire.


5. Shoot Jim, and take a bite.

Every Thursday, as a treat to Robin, we take the dog Kenai for a walk in Central Park. This is under the agreement that she is on her best behavior all week - weekends included.
The first week we could not go walk Kenai because she (as Doug so eloquently stated) was acting like a damn fool. So we stuck to our guns about the agreement so she would know we mean business.

Ever since that week, Robin has been the model 9 year old.

Practically every day I am in semi-shock about it. In reality, Robin has a nasty streak. She acts up in class, she talks back to everyone, and she whines when she does not get her way.

I don't blame her. I'd whine too if it worked.

Either way, the dog bribe seems to be working. She wants a dog more than she wants life & since she is not allowed to get a dog; we get to walk Kenai. You get the picture.

Last night during a quiet moment over dinner, I asked her a serious question:

Robin? Has behaving in school been difficult for you?
She silently gave me a sincere nod in the affirmative.
Do you miss acting up?
Kind of.
Its probably really hard staying quiet when you really want to shout and jump around, right?
It is really hard. But its worth it.
I guess it is.

If you would like to have lunch in a World War 2 time warp, please go to Prime Burger on 51st between 5th and Madison. The burgers are the size they would have been during the war.
The waiter is named Artie.
The guy who washes dishes doesn't work on Wednesday because as he said to the regular "bible study on Wednesday"
The cashier knew men at Pearl Harbor.
The cost with soda was 5 dollars.