Today’s soundtrack: I ran all night and day
Today at 8:02pm: on the phone


Feeling stressed and spent? Quick, make a list:


Ten things I have to be thankful for:


- the Skatalites
- sweet girlfriend
- diner coffee
- New York still standing; Bin Laden apparently just a two-hit wonder
- roommate has begun heeding my urges to clean his hair out of the shower drain, precluding clogging
- am clearly in top 10th percentile of parallel parkers
- have ready access to hot beverages at all times
- am successfully running OSX
- live in a free society where I can choose my calling
- have never been hit with a brick (that must hurt like a bitch)

Tomorrow I have to pick my parents up at JFK. Afterwards we’re going to dinner in K-town, then I gotta drive ‘em upstate. Korean Family is like radiation, it’s okay in small doses but too much will kill you.

We’re going to dinner because (I suspect) my parents have some sort of announcement. They’ve been pondering moving to California and I think this might be it. I don’t know how they can just betray New York like that. Then again, they did their part by giving birth to an excellent parallel parker.

As a time period I really like the ‘20s, ‘30s, ‘40s. I wish I lived in New York back then.

The problem with fantasizing about this is that I would have to be white in the fantasies. Otherwise I’d be too busy being chased out of restaurants with bats and shit. I’d try to go to a jazz club or the Algonquin but white people would try to hit me with bricks.

So instead I try to have fantasies about living in the future, but I can’t picture what it will be like. The future is always way more boring than we think it will be. I read this interview with Matt Groening and he said “No one ever predicted that one day we would select movies to watch by going into a store and looking at empty boxes.”

I need a time machine and a brickproof exoskeleton. I’ll clank my way into the Cotton Club and sip bathtub gin while waiting for Duke Ellington to come on. Impervious and oblivious to the din of bricks, bats and whites who have never seen the 2003 7-train.