Category: The Lunch Wire

I am sick as a dog. Well, that phrase must come from some dark truth that when a dog is sick, he literally loses his shit and makes a real mess. If your dog has a head cold, maybe a runny nose and a light fever, he’ll still wag his tail at the same old dog food he’s been eating for 12 years. I’m more the latter sick dog. My head feels like an industrial barrel of ammonia, my arms sling twenty extra pounds of rice sacks, and my left foot keeps cramping up as I’m limping to make tea — but I still have some “Good Morning Vietnam!” when I bust out that frozen soup in the freezer (from a month ago).

I could say something but it’s all flying over my head.

Tell the light at the end of the tunnel there’s a new kid in town.

This means global warming isn’t happening and since it’s night time, the sun will not come up tomorrow. I ain’t convinced by no science.

and my cat freaked out. Happy New Year! I feel blessed even though I had a bad year. I know many people who had a good year and I know that all things are possible.

Blogging while packing up from DJing and finding primitive photos in the laptop!

Hey platoons of fans! I will be DJing New Year’s Eve at SiP Lounge. 989 Amsterdam at 110, NYC. It will be funner than my blog. Miles apart.

Oh, the irony: spent Christmas with a bunch of Jews.

Thank you for putting up with my evolving art project which might be termed photographical lonerism. A blog is great because you can click on last year and see I was the pretty much the same despite my resolutions for 2009. Here’s wishing for peace on earth, health, wealth, family harmony, and in the case of the unemployed, gainful employment.

A lot more snow fell on the city than expected. I expect I will have snow pix eventually but my camera fails in sub temperatures. Bleh.

It’s not a bridge falling apart or a yard of weeds.