Monday, February 13, 2006
Health Insurance... Yeah Ok...
You know, when you pay for health insurance, you kind of expect to have your medical needs covered when the need arises, right? Well apparently, that's not the case, since I'm looking at a bill for $1,095.37! Idiots.
In other news, my day was alright. Got a lot of work done. Got in around 11:40 AM and left after 10 PM. Mike wants me to start learning to dispatch. He want to use me as a fill-in dispatcher and have me cover an overnight tour, either on Friday or Saturday. Oh, well there goes the rest of my life. LOL. He said he'll take me off the Friday evening OPS tour... whatever. It's not like I have a girl, a wife or a family that will object. Might as well do it while I'm single. My friends and I will just rearrange our hanging schedules. LOL. It's sad how I have no life and spend all my time at work. I mean I have friends and we hang on the weekends but when you really think about it... I don't have much of a life. I go to work, and I come home.
Cindy's birthday is coming up. That's gonna be fun. I gotta pick up her gift soon or knowing myself I will wait to the last minute and not find what I'm looking for. Everyone is pretty psyched about Crime Scene Bar. Chea, kid.
Nothing else to report.
In other news, my day was alright. Got a lot of work done. Got in around 11:40 AM and left after 10 PM. Mike wants me to start learning to dispatch. He want to use me as a fill-in dispatcher and have me cover an overnight tour, either on Friday or Saturday. Oh, well there goes the rest of my life. LOL. He said he'll take me off the Friday evening OPS tour... whatever. It's not like I have a girl, a wife or a family that will object. Might as well do it while I'm single. My friends and I will just rearrange our hanging schedules. LOL. It's sad how I have no life and spend all my time at work. I mean I have friends and we hang on the weekends but when you really think about it... I don't have much of a life. I go to work, and I come home.
Cindy's birthday is coming up. That's gonna be fun. I gotta pick up her gift soon or knowing myself I will wait to the last minute and not find what I'm looking for. Everyone is pretty psyched about Crime Scene Bar. Chea, kid.
Nothing else to report.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Snowy Weekend
It was your average Friday night, or was it? Howard was out cold, a lot earlier than usual. Empty White Castle boxes were strewn about and Saltzman hadn't eaten any White Castle this evening. Spin had driven herself over this time, and Fig was watching movies on a portable DVD player. There was no beer for the first Friday night ever.
No, it wasn't a regular friday at all. Suddenly, there was too much blue on the screen for comfort. 3 emergency calls. One in the Bronx. One in Brooklyn. One in Flushing. I had just worked a nine-hour tour in operations, but duty called. I glanced at Saltzman and with a slight nod of my head it was clear that he and I would ride again. Just like the good old days.
It had been months since I had been on an emergency call, and upon entering the elderly woman's home, my anxiety built up as I saw her laying in her bed gasping for breath. For about 10 seconds I wasn't exactly sure what to do. That's when Saltzman tossed his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff at me.
Forty-five minutes later we stood on 77th Street smoking a cigarette and kicking ourselves for being so rusty. Some drunk guy was roaming around trying to find York Avenue. I took a deep breath and remembered how much I missed late nights in the city.
The next day I woke up in the afternoon. It was already snowing. I drove Dre and Tim to The Hook for their meeting with the festival organizers. We finally got a date for the show, March 26, 2006. After that I dropped Dre and Tim in Downtown Brooklyn, since they needed to go to SAE for a recording session.
Drove out to Greenpoint, picked up Spin and then got the Deener. We were a bit hungry so we went looking for Colombian food. We settled for Ecuadorian. The food was horrible. Absolutely horrible.
Stopped by to visit Magda and rediscovered my old friend Stolichnaya. The snow was building up faster as the night progressed, so we departed shortly after midnight. Nadine had her first true country music experience, and that Rascal Flatts song might have hit a little too close to the heart.
Picked up Dre in Jackson Heights and we drove home at 20 miles per hour, and still managed to spin out on the Cross Island Parkway. I can't stand snow. It's beautiful, but very impractical. I stared at the median helplessly as we slipped on black ice and finally regaining control just inches from impact. Dre stared ahead blankly as if to say, "Dude... that was close."
I hope the snow's cleaned up enough for me to get to work tomorrow; I hate staying at home for no good reason.
No, it wasn't a regular friday at all. Suddenly, there was too much blue on the screen for comfort. 3 emergency calls. One in the Bronx. One in Brooklyn. One in Flushing. I had just worked a nine-hour tour in operations, but duty called. I glanced at Saltzman and with a slight nod of my head it was clear that he and I would ride again. Just like the good old days.
It had been months since I had been on an emergency call, and upon entering the elderly woman's home, my anxiety built up as I saw her laying in her bed gasping for breath. For about 10 seconds I wasn't exactly sure what to do. That's when Saltzman tossed his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff at me.
Forty-five minutes later we stood on 77th Street smoking a cigarette and kicking ourselves for being so rusty. Some drunk guy was roaming around trying to find York Avenue. I took a deep breath and remembered how much I missed late nights in the city.
The next day I woke up in the afternoon. It was already snowing. I drove Dre and Tim to The Hook for their meeting with the festival organizers. We finally got a date for the show, March 26, 2006. After that I dropped Dre and Tim in Downtown Brooklyn, since they needed to go to SAE for a recording session.
Drove out to Greenpoint, picked up Spin and then got the Deener. We were a bit hungry so we went looking for Colombian food. We settled for Ecuadorian. The food was horrible. Absolutely horrible.
Stopped by to visit Magda and rediscovered my old friend Stolichnaya. The snow was building up faster as the night progressed, so we departed shortly after midnight. Nadine had her first true country music experience, and that Rascal Flatts song might have hit a little too close to the heart.
Picked up Dre in Jackson Heights and we drove home at 20 miles per hour, and still managed to spin out on the Cross Island Parkway. I can't stand snow. It's beautiful, but very impractical. I stared at the median helplessly as we slipped on black ice and finally regaining control just inches from impact. Dre stared ahead blankly as if to say, "Dude... that was close."
I hope the snow's cleaned up enough for me to get to work tomorrow; I hate staying at home for no good reason.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
I'll Take The Blue Pill, Morpheus...
I woke up staring into my pillow. It took about half a second to realize what had happened and where I was. I felt my throat tight and my stomach turn. It wasn't true. Any of it. It had all been another brilliantly fabricated dream. I dug my face into my pillow and let out a few sobs.
I had experienced one of the happiest moments of my life just minutes earlier, or had I? It all had felt so real. The emptiness I now felt had me considering going back to sleep to make the pain go away. What would the purpose be? Go back to sleep only to wake up and cry over her again later. No. It would be an endless self-imposed paradox of pain.
I turned over and stared at the ceiling. I fought back the tears and forced myself out of bed. I felt like I had just lost my mother. I felt like my dog had died. I felt like my best friend had just told me she had terminal cancer. I felt like I had just lost the woman of my dreams. Oh wait, I had just lost the woman of my dreams... by waking up.
Sigh.
I'll see you in my dreams, my love. I'll be waiting, for the day when dreams may become reality. And in the words of Brad Paisley, "Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind, waitin' on a woman."
I had experienced one of the happiest moments of my life just minutes earlier, or had I? It all had felt so real. The emptiness I now felt had me considering going back to sleep to make the pain go away. What would the purpose be? Go back to sleep only to wake up and cry over her again later. No. It would be an endless self-imposed paradox of pain.
I turned over and stared at the ceiling. I fought back the tears and forced myself out of bed. I felt like I had just lost my mother. I felt like my dog had died. I felt like my best friend had just told me she had terminal cancer. I felt like I had just lost the woman of my dreams. Oh wait, I had just lost the woman of my dreams... by waking up.
Sigh.
I'll see you in my dreams, my love. I'll be waiting, for the day when dreams may become reality. And in the words of Brad Paisley, "Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind, waitin' on a woman."
Friday, February 10, 2006
BTM Advances to Quarter-Finals
Attention, please. I have a request of all of you.
My brother's band, Burning The Memory has advanced to the quarter-finals in the Emergenza Music Festival. In order to advance to the semi-finals, they will need a large turnout to come to the show and vote for them so that they can continue. The show will take place in March, but it may very possibly be a 21 & Over Show, and unfortuneatley, their fan base is primarily 18 - 20. I know most of you are not into metal music, but they need our help, so what do you say, public? Let me know if you're down to help a very talented band possibly score a record deal. As soon as we know the show date, I will post it up. Invite your friends and tell them to invite their freinds. The show will be at The Hook in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Thanks!
My brother's band, Burning The Memory has advanced to the quarter-finals in the Emergenza Music Festival. In order to advance to the semi-finals, they will need a large turnout to come to the show and vote for them so that they can continue. The show will take place in March, but it may very possibly be a 21 & Over Show, and unfortuneatley, their fan base is primarily 18 - 20. I know most of you are not into metal music, but they need our help, so what do you say, public? Let me know if you're down to help a very talented band possibly score a record deal. As soon as we know the show date, I will post it up. Invite your friends and tell them to invite their freinds. The show will be at The Hook in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Thanks!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
For The Public
I sit here staring at an empty screen wondering what to write. It has been months since I have chronicled anything eventful about my uneventful life... Yet the public cries out for the slightest bit of insight into my daily meanderings. Very Well. I shall write again.
I search back into my memories and sift through them, fishing for anything worth recording onto this digital journal. Where should I begin? Much has happened since November 29th.
I used to write the pages of my life religously, no matter how insignificant the events of the day were; but I realize how long this entry can get if I choose to go that route.
I glance to my right and the blazing red numbers on my alarm clock read 12:23 AM. My eyelids gain twenty pounds as I realize I've wasted precious time wondering what to write instead of simply writing. I stretch. I yawn.
Nadine sends me an instant message. She reminds me it has been a while since November. I chuckle at her timing. Here I am wondering what to write, and the public senses it... like sharks, smelling a drop of blood miles away.
Fuck you, Tom. OK. Let's start there.
Tom is one of the reasons that the public has had to wait since November. His site irritates me to no end, but yet I am compelled to use it, to stay "connected". For some reason beyond my understanding, this man has created a site in an attempt to network the entire internet culture, yet fails to provide the means by which we can all maintain a simultaneous connection. Errors plague me every single time I try to log in, ultimately resulting in me kicking my computer and resorting to more primitive means of communication such as cell phones or face-to-face interaction.
Hmm.
The public still waits to know what has happened during my hiatus from the net. Funny how most of them experienced most of it right beside me when it happened, yet they beg for it all to be analyzed, sliced, diced, and neatly packaged for their reading pleasure.
Very well. I'll tell it all. Chapter by chapter.
For those that stayed behind as I traveled to frozen lands of Minnesota on my quest for higher understanding. For those that did not dance on that cold december night in Astoria as we celebrated the day I exited the womb. For those who have never have spent a night clinking longnecks and guzzling them down as someone videotapes you on their motorola phone in a cold brooklyn garage. For those that didn't spend their New Year's morning in an emergency room. Even for those of you that never witnessed the bowl of onion dip making it's way toward an expensive Asian rug in slow motion. Yes... I'll recount all of it, and then some...
Starting tomorrow.
I search back into my memories and sift through them, fishing for anything worth recording onto this digital journal. Where should I begin? Much has happened since November 29th.
I used to write the pages of my life religously, no matter how insignificant the events of the day were; but I realize how long this entry can get if I choose to go that route.
I glance to my right and the blazing red numbers on my alarm clock read 12:23 AM. My eyelids gain twenty pounds as I realize I've wasted precious time wondering what to write instead of simply writing. I stretch. I yawn.
Nadine sends me an instant message. She reminds me it has been a while since November. I chuckle at her timing. Here I am wondering what to write, and the public senses it... like sharks, smelling a drop of blood miles away.
Fuck you, Tom. OK. Let's start there.
Tom is one of the reasons that the public has had to wait since November. His site irritates me to no end, but yet I am compelled to use it, to stay "connected". For some reason beyond my understanding, this man has created a site in an attempt to network the entire internet culture, yet fails to provide the means by which we can all maintain a simultaneous connection. Errors plague me every single time I try to log in, ultimately resulting in me kicking my computer and resorting to more primitive means of communication such as cell phones or face-to-face interaction.
Hmm.
The public still waits to know what has happened during my hiatus from the net. Funny how most of them experienced most of it right beside me when it happened, yet they beg for it all to be analyzed, sliced, diced, and neatly packaged for their reading pleasure.
Very well. I'll tell it all. Chapter by chapter.
For those that stayed behind as I traveled to frozen lands of Minnesota on my quest for higher understanding. For those that did not dance on that cold december night in Astoria as we celebrated the day I exited the womb. For those who have never have spent a night clinking longnecks and guzzling them down as someone videotapes you on their motorola phone in a cold brooklyn garage. For those that didn't spend their New Year's morning in an emergency room. Even for those of you that never witnessed the bowl of onion dip making it's way toward an expensive Asian rug in slow motion. Yes... I'll recount all of it, and then some...
Starting tomorrow.