the day after

i always have a hard time getting to sleep after a playoff loss. i keep running through my head what people should have done, etc., etc. i figure i probably have taken 30 years off of my life between the Yankees and the New York Rangers. with that in mind, i might as well try to enjoy the 10 years or so i have left. somewhere i can hear Bukowski saying don't try.

not much mail for me today. the beauty of not being registered to vote in this state. was hoping to waste most of my day on porn and music. of course, my internet today decided to shit on that plan and be out for a few hours. thank you once again Frontier Communications for being the shittiest internet on earth. much appreciated.

my horoscope today said i was going to feel creative and write some fiction. i laughed pretty good at that. Jim Morrison was correct, it's all bullshit.

i may try to catch some of the Reds game today. i haven't really rooted for them in over 20 years. but, just in case the Yankees don't get there, nothing wrong with having another dog in the fight. not going to jump on the bandwagon. i'm white. i have no hops.

other than that, i'll watch a little of The Voice and then plot fantasy football moves. one team of mine is still undefeated. 5 weeks in and i think that is the longest streak i've had in over a decade. fingers are crossed that i don't fuck this up somehow.

i'll try to sleep tonight with the thought that A-Rod is going to find 2009 again sometime in my lifetime.

music today:

Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero
Audrey Rose - Smoke EP
Marc Broussard - The Atlantic Recordings - NoiseTrade Sampler
Cat Power - Sun

"I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting." - Che Guevara

so much for that...

was feeling great coming into today. the Yankees had won the first 3 games of the series. the USA men's national team in soccer won against Mexico in Mexico for the first time ever. back wasn't hurting at all. and then came the afternoon...

you know it's bad when i decide i'd rather do dishes than watch the Yankees. down 4-0. once i get done though, boom, 5 quick runs. should be able to hold on to the lead and get the sweep. i guess i spoke too soon. no sooner than taking the lead, they give it right back by allowing Texas to score in the 7th, 8th and 9th to lose 10-6. yet another 4 game series where they could have had the sweep but played like they were more concerned with making sure they got to their dinner reservations on time. fuck me.

now there seems to be some weather rolling in, at least that's what i think my back is trying to tell me. or maybe i just have to shit. fuck, maybe i'll go take a shower in a thunderstorm and see if mother nature gives me anything to write about.

i do have a poem i've been writing in my head nearly all day long. more of the usual depressed drivel. will find out soon enough if i can find some magic when i put those words on the page. if not, here's hoping i don't have to kill too many trees to find it.

music today:

Massive Attack - Mezzanine
Waking - The Maze
Radiohead - Kid A


and in honor of the birthday boy...

"Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste." - Charles Bukowski

links to my poetry

if any of you kids want links to my poetry, check out my homepage first.

http://sites.google.com/site/losersincsite/

i will post links to my work there before anywhere else. and if you haven't read my work before, do yourself a favor and do so. your life will be better off for it.

now for my favorite quote from Charles Bukowski - "I am my brother's keeper, I keep him away."