a description of the amazing and exciting adventures i have here in baltimore--- and other lies.

 
Per fas et nefas!

Repeat this daily, make it your own.

This is the Latin equivillent of Malcom X's "By any means necessary!"

I adopt this as my own personal motto.
posted by gregorio at 8:09 PM

 
As I was walking home from dinner tonight, the calm, mid breeze and the sounds of crickets transported me to a more peaceful place. I could imagine myself sitting in a cafe, with a glass of nice wine in my hand, just watching the world scurry by.

So, your assignment this week: on a pleasant night this week, find a small, comfortable seat, and drink your favourite beverage. Just sit; donot ponder, think, or peruse. Just sit, and sip for an hour.

posted by gregorio at 7:49 PM

 
The lower Mid-Atlantic is bracing for Isabelle. Maryland has issued a preliminary state of emergency, the Red Cross has given up, and even those who have riden out major storms before are getting out of Dodge. Several Universities have already cancelled classes for tomorrow. And, I believe in my heart of hearts it will be bad rain and wind, especially wind. The festivities will be in full force in the evening.
My Prediction: Massive rain, the kind that makes you wonder what kind of kennel heaven has to dispel so many felines and canines, wicked wind, which would wow Thor, and the MSE to be open during all of it.

It is a good thing I know how to swim; I may need to do so in order to get back to my apartment.
posted by gregorio at 9:14 PM

 
On Sunday evening after work, I helped a man load all of his possessions into my storage locker in my apartment. I have stored there the entirety of his stuff, sans the clothes he had in suitcases. Why? Because I am a sucker. But why does he need this help? Because he is also a sucker.

The predator responsable for this mess is currently preying on someone else; he visits some chick with the entirety of his coke habit, his pill poping, his boozing, and his heroin habit. However, he does this miles away now, and despite owing my man several thousand dollars in back rent, has not seen fit to pay.

By the acts of one evil man, two lives are affected. Mark K. is a pathetic human, no doubt, and I did hesitate before offering the use of my locker. Fortunately, my embarrasment for having done so is abated somewhat by the fact that Viki Z. also helped him to move out, quite literally in the middle of the night.
She was witness to his fouled apartment, the stench, the (we hope dog) feces. I was merely muscle, lugging things from the U-Haul truck into my place from 10.30pm to almost 2am.

Further reflection leads me to believe that, despite protestations to the contrary, the belongings will be in my care for longer than three to four weeks, and my guess it will be closer to five to six months. If I decide to move in the next few months, he will have to think of another plan. "But, why does he not have a storage bin of his own?" you may wonder, rightly. "They are not so expensive!"
His claim is that the choice was truck or storage. What dire straits, one may ponder, but surely, he can come up with the dough if he saves enough? This presupposes there is an income that comes in. There is not.


It is very curious to see the sum of a mans life, I must confess. What he owns, what he refused to part with, what idiosyncratic turns of possesion. How much stuff do I have, and would I, could I part with any of it? But would I also not take pains to keep these safe from harm?

It is also curious that no one in Baltimore, save for me and Viki, and both of us by happenstance, have helped him out. Had I not gone to One World Cafe on Saturday night he would not have been able to save anything, and his life would be considerably more empty. Rather zen, but rather shabby too.


posted by gregorio at 8:22 PM

 
Bark no more Black Dog
Of my soul, and find another
Poor fool to torment

But she howls and
She continues to growl and
Wants the door open.

And she knows I'll do it.
posted by gregorio at 1:13 PM

 
If you have visited this site regularly, you will have noticed a flood of posts all of a sudden. Something is wrong with my site, and I don't know what it is.

If you are reading this, then it's ok.
posted by gregorio at 6:01 PM

 
I am a junky for words. The pattern of my life has led me to read, and I consume them as if they were the smack I need to make my life complete. I donot simply read, either, I drink in the words, as if it were a magical elixir to give me more hope and knowledge. And if I donot read every day, I become smaller and feel as if I have wasted the day.

The effects of a book on me are so great, that if I were denied the pleasure of reading my books, I would be dying inside.
posted by gregorio at 7:06 PM

 
I have decided that the next band I am involved with will have the name
"My Inner Child's Baby-Momma"

or I will not be involved with the project.
Not even remotely.
posted by gregorio at 7:24 PM

 
I took a bit of a holiday recently, from my job and from my normal activities. Origionally, my intenet was to trip to NYC--- by way of Newark--- and visit my friend J. In tears, she calls me Tuesday evening to tell me her plans had gone awry, as her employer found her so valuable as to require her presence in the Hamptons, and wait on them hand and foot.

This not only altered her trajectory, but mine as well.

Instead of NYC, I went to a cookout on Sunday and the Renaissance Festival on Labor Day with my favourite Koreans, the Parks. I got to stroll around in my puffy shirt, eat meat on a stick, and watch people go medieval. I also got to see Mr. P goose Mrs. P.

I can't wait to go with N and L, on Scottish weekend, where in addition to the puffy shirt I get to wear my kilt, and ride the oliphantes!

What else did I do? I ignored how my boss tried to make me feel guilty about taking time off, and got drunk. Very constructive use of my time, I think.
posted by gregorio at 8:37 PM