2002-05-02 - 5:50 p.m.

Right as I get a free minute to update, Diaryland decides to go down. S’OK, what the hell am I complaining about? It’s free, praise be.

So I get back to work on Monday after five hours of sleep, a slightly delayed flight that lands at Laguardia a bit after nine, and a cab ride from a white dude that plods horribly through a congested Manhattan. A couple messages on my answering machine, most notably from one of my supervisors. He’s quitting. Damn. Crap. Crap boobs crap.

I like this guy a lot. We talk music, shit, etc. He’s going freelance on us to escape the daily drudgery and the corporate bullshit, and to spend more time with his son. I don’t blame him.

Then I get a call from my other boss: total pregs, due in August. So that’s gonna be another monkey wrench lobbed into our already poorly oiled machine (considering we’ve got a redesign/revamping that debuts next month). All of this means my job is going to get much, much more “interesting” in the coming months. Or so I imagine. But hey, maybe there’s more of a chance to “leverage” my “skills” and “experience” and “climb” the “corporate ladder” during this era of disarray.

Re: Davidde’s query as to whether anyone else is sick of the White Stripes yet. This from a boy who can’t listen to more than the first 20 seconds of any CD in his car before jerking the volume knob down to an inaudible level. Or feverishly changing discs. As for fleeting obsessions, I’m still on my Strummer kick, listening to the Mescaleros album that came out last year as well as Sandinista! nonstop. During my last kick, a Wu-Tang jag, I made plans to edit down their most bloated release (Wu-Tang Forever) to one disc, as astute Check Stubbers may remember. This time around, I’m working on a one-disc edit of Sandinista!. But it’s much harder. Cut half those songs out completely? You must be out your melon, dude. It’s getting so bad that “Charlie Don’t Surf” is gone. Forgotten to the world. To paraphrase Jon Voight, it’s as dead to me as your dead mother. Maybe those two edit jobs will be a weekend project of mines.

So I finally got off my lazy ass yesterday. That’s right, after work I looped the park for the first time this year. Took a couple minutes longer that it did when I was actually doing it with some regularity, but I’m just glad I finished it. Four-plus miles: how long should that take a reasonably healthy young man to complete?

Sweet Lord was the park crowded yesterday. Gorgeous evening, of course. I gotta go back on Saturday when it’ll be devoid of cars. That and hit the bank, the library, and Ikea.