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and I said so…

July 30, 2010

Listen: Coyote Eyes

My hair is getting so long.

I lost my digital calendar so I can’t tell how long it has actually been since I got my last haircut. Seeing that my hair flows further down my back than usual, I imagine it’s been about a year, which is customary. Not to bore you about my hair, but I let it grow until I cannot stand it. (See this entry: Banshee) I figure I should get something done before my brother gets married in September.

My fingernails are also getting long.

I’m not used to this clickety-clack on the keyboard. I find myself clickety-clacking against the refrigerator door while I look for something to eat or drink – a noise I’m not used to. Clickety-clacking when I’m waiting for something. Backspacing when I’m typing something because these pretty lady-nails are in the way.

I’m always painting my toenails but never paying any mind to my fingers. I notice if I keep lacquering them with some off-white/pink/neutral color, they just keep growing. Must be all that calcium. Make the teeth white and strong, too – they say. Oh, an my hair – keeps growing. Must be all that calcium.

Are you listening to Coyote Eyes? They played recently on WHFR (Washington Heights Free Radio) last month. Check it out (clicky on 6/30/10) on Broad Strokes.

You can read about it on Cocoyea‘s blog.

“oh and I said so, and I said so, right…” (Yellow Red)

Watch them play White Sails/Black Flags.

Wanna know when they play live? Follow them on Twitter, perhaps?

Holy Jeebus, this must be my most boring entry ever. You know, except that I’ve made you listen to Coyote Eyes.

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on 9/11/2001

September 11, 2007


#53 | Monday, September 17th 2001


I was standing outside of the Family Court in Queens, NY. Other students in my law school class and I were waiting for our professors to arrive and lead us on a tour of the Court. A man ran down the steps proclaiming, “They just bombed the World Trade Center! They smashed right into it!” He looked wildly at everyone standing on the steps.

Mothers trying to calm their children and smoke cigarettes before their court appearances did not appear to welcome this “crazy” man’s exclamations.  I immediately dialed (my girlfriend at the time who was at my house watching TV and then ) the number of a former supervisor who I knew to work in Building Seven of the WTC (later collapsing as well).

I got no answer.

Suddenly, other students began to dial the phone numbers of friends and family and lovers who worked in the buildings or the area. My professors arrived and seemed disappointed that the class would not see the court on a “normal” day. They lead us to the metal detectors (customary procedure) and within two minutes, we were told that no courts would be in session.Soon after, a police officer in riot gear addressed the waiting room:

“Attention everyone! We are now evacuating the court house. Everybody move!”So, we did.

(I got on the Q54 bus with no problem and arrived at my apartment in 10 minutes.  My girlfriend and I, seeing we had no TV reception any longer – went to Yer Man’s, our corner bar to watch their cable and drink beer about it.)

Law school classes did not resume normally until about a week later.

—–fishes——- | 24 | New York

originally posted on 9/17/01: