Taking pictures, observing people, watching meaningful moments. Traveling, meeting people, eating, hiking, walking, going to the beach, kissing, hugging, loving, smelling flowers, breathing, watching the stars on a clear night...
Music I Like:
Sneaker Pimps; The Carpenters, "Let Me Be The One", Dimitri from Paris, "chanson a la mode", Erik Satie, "Gymnopedie No. 1"
Films I Like:
Kung Fu Hustle, Infernal Affairs, Wolfe Creek, Sweet Charity, Valley of the Dolls, East of Eden, Rebel Without a Cause, Looking for Mr. Goodbar, Funnygirl, Schindler's List, All About Eve, City of God, Raising The Red Lantern, Taxi Driver,
Literature I Like:
Siddhartha; The Hardy Boys; Where The Red Ferns Grow; The Lady with the Camellias; The Road Not Taken;The Dune Cronicles:The Butlerian Jihad
The Machine Crusade; The Battle of Corrin
The Venus Pool at Caesars Palace (8/7/09) [View | Hide]
Las Vegas Pool Review
If you are expecting a high level of service, the Venus Pool at Caesars Palace needs not much to be desired for. Much to my dismay, I wasn't at all impress with mostly everything. My friend and I were left scorched in the dry heat as we hopelessly waited for an attendant to offer us drinks. As I tried patiently not to cause a scene, I distracted myself with what seems to be the only thing that this place had going; which of course were the innocent gorgeous looking young boys and gals. As my fancy wore off and I drifted back into reality I decided that I would be a gentleman and volunteer to get my friend a drink.
Trying not so hard to observe every protruding defect, I continued walking towards the bar expecting nothing short of sheer confidence. I couldn't help but notice that the pool was filled with debris and empty cans and bottles sprawled throughout the entire pool. I suppose the old saying "cleanliness is next to godliness" wasn't much an important part of their mission statement. By the time I got to the bar, I felt exhausted and decided to get a red bull in addition my my friends drink. Unfortunately the bill came to a whopping twenty-one dollars. I gave the bartender twenty-five dollars and as I was expecting change back the bartender took it upon herself that the rest was her tip. Who are these people?
An hour into the seemingly exasperating day, my friend and I decided to take a dip into the pool since the lady next to us wouldn't stop talking. At first I was hesitant but my body needed to cool down. As I anxiously swam in the cesspool of hidden bacteria and waste matter I tried to focus my attention elsewhere like the lifeguard sitting on top of the pedestal engrossed in his reading material. So much for guarding the lives of potential drowning victims. After I dried off, my friend decided to take some pictures of us as a memorabilia to why we've considered even coming here. Unfortunately that was short-lived after being told that it was against company policy to take pictures in a topless pool area. Whoops! Sorry forgot. It won't happen again. Next stop Tao Beach Pool at the Venetian. I am most certain the service there is quite more inviting than what I have experienced here.
The Pilot In the Helicopter (4/16/09) [View | Hide]
I was in a two story house, on the second floor alongside with a kid and his father. I was working on something when suddenly the house collapsed on its front side. Several minutes later a rescue crew arrived and had removed the kid and his father from danger. At the same time, I was trapped in the rubble; immobile and disoriented. After they had taken them in a helicopter another team of men had pulled me out of the crumbling building. I was placed inside a hovering vehicle that looked a lot like a helicopter which only had just enough room for two people. As the pilot lifted off I could see the ground from afar. The view was very scenic and breathe taking. The tiny little dots of moving vehicles seemed so insignificant. The helicopter had deviated from its course. I woke up in a daze and tried to get a good look at the pilots face. He had soft features like a baby but also had definitive features. He was a handsome, white Caucasian male; he was tall and had an athletic build to him. In his uniform he was alluring and persuasive. He seemed to be taking his time talking on the phone and having something to eat as I lay there helplessly. Trying to regain my energy, I slowly got up and tried to take the phone away when the pilot quickly took me by the arm and held my body from the back and infused me with a paralyzing needle. In a state of shock; I struggled to get back on my feet and mustered up enough energy to grab hold of him as I thrashed him back and forth, forcing the piercing instrument right out of his hands. As I threw him against the floor I dove for the syringe and quickly sedated him with it. The pilot yelled out a loud shriek. As I struggled to gain control, he screamed out, “Do it, Do it!”* I realized that I gave him a lethal dose as he was going into convulsions and his veins started to pop out of his neck as he was desperately gasping for air. In horror, I looked at him; his body was slumped against the kitchen wall with his lifeless limbs sprawled out. His eyes gazed into mine as if to tell me something. An overwhelming of calmness overcame the room. He was dead.
Footnote: * This reminded me of the god awful scene of Diane Keaton being raped and stabbed in the movie “Looking for Mr. Goodbar.”
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 20
I can vividly remember this poem by Robert Frost. A good friend suggested that I read it. At the time I was going through a rough time. I've always had trouble making decisions and whether they were right or wrong, with those decisions came a lot of regrets. However, looking back perhaps those regrets are blessings in disguise. Whatever the outcome, either way, as I've been told, "make do with what you have on the table", which was hardly anything but I made the effort to make the best of it and that made all the difference.
Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results (7/15/08) [View | Hide]
While on my trip away from the city, I was having a conversation with my grandmother, whom I always looked up to when things weren't going right, on insanity. This discussion reminded me a lot of my past, so I quickly changed the subject. Actually I wanted to talk about it but I was afraid. That has always been my M.O.. Fear stood in my way. I was hoping being here with family and friends that I could gather some peace and serenity, which I have. However, the problem still stood there.
I wanted to change do something different. I needed to make a game plan. So here I am writing on my blog, expressing my feelings, discreetly, and so far everything is going as it should...just need to change. Ah...here's a great quote on change; "The only thing that doesn't change is change itself". Well, I'm certainly up for it. Wish me luck. I'll let you know on the next time I write on my blog. Cheers!
I just came back from a short but rememberable vacation. California here I come...just give me about 4 paychecks and a job and I'll see you there. Here's the run down on the tour, first, San Francisco, San Jose, Santa Cruz, Monterey, and Big Sir. I'll tell you one thing, most of the locals take there time, especially making coffee. Thats pretty cool since I'm pretty much laid back myself.
Hey everybody! I took some videos of my friends playing on the beach. We all had a good time. I thought I'd take the day off and go for a nice swim in the ocean and as well as lay out in the sun. I hadn't had much time getting out of the city but I took some time off to relax. I needed it. Here are some shots that I took.
Wow...What a Beautiful Day (5/15/07) [View | Hide]
Usually when it's this beautiful I'm pretty much depressed. I guess not today. I missed worked today. I didn't realize that I was supposed to be in at 6am instead of 6pm. I have to remember to not mix up my am's with my pm's. So I've been isolating in my apartment lately. I just been lazy in the last several months. I know what the problem is, I'd just rather not face it. Maybe just go around it. But I spoke to a friend today and he gave me examples from his own experience why I've been avoiding a lot of things. Everything is fear based. I'd just got to face them and move on.
In the mean time, I've visited a friend in Harlem a couple days ago. It was quite a strange night. I've been trying to help him out in staying sober. He's been going through a tough time. I know this becuase I've been there. I didn't know what to say but just talk from my experience. I suggested rehab. All that I know is one has to go through a lot of shit and drama until one becomes desparate and there is no other choice but to accept complete defeat. I've tried about everything and I finally just accepted it.
Sometimes I feel very homicidal, frustrated, and angry. I'm glad that I have those god given feelings. What would I do with out them. I'd runnaway perhaps, numb the pain have anynomous sex, whatevcr. The circumstance in my life doesn't have to determine my way of living. I can either be happy or miserable. I chose to be happy, joyous and free. Yes I do have my shortcommings, I'm not always a good angel, but I do acknowlege them.
Until next time. Take care.
Joey
The Local Celebrity, The Super Model, and My Dream (5/10/07) [View | Hide]
Recently I have this crush on Ron Corning who is the co-host anchor of the WNYW Fox 5 morning news program. I haven't really paid much attention to the morning show until I noticed his quick wittiness along with his boyish looks. I googled him to check out his credentials. In the process I checked out some of his earlier shows. The Daily Buzz was a quite interesting show. A little to much for me. I can see why he was hired by Fox 5, I find that news channel too perky. What really caught my attention was how much his image changed from his earlier years as an anchorman to today. Quite a transformation. I'd got to say he's definitely boyfriend material.
So I finally got to see just a glimpse of Kate Moss attending the launch of her new clothing line, Topshop, at Barney's. I was a bit judgemental. I thought she seemed egocentrical to me but the truth is I really don't know that. I'm sure she's more than just a supermodel and I don't mean a coke addict; everyone has there shortcomings; I can understand where she's coming from. Although I do fancy being in her shoes. I'd definitey would like the attention that she gets but I think after a while I'd become someone else. I think I'll just be me and keep on dreaming.
Moving on, as I was setting up for the party I managed to find the guy that I've been eyeballing latey at work. We first made eye contact a couple of days ago as I was heading towards the elevators. Actually I first noticed him at an earlier party. I haven't really spoken to him; just said hi and made eye contact but nothing else. Pehaps I'll see him again tomorrow and hopefully I'll open up and be more outgoing.
Well I just got to mention this: I've been having the funkiest dreams lately. I seem to have these reoccurring dreams of me flying away. I was at my dad's house in the kitchen with a couple of kids and my dad. Anyway, it was like a scene from Critters. Amazingly I had somewhat control over my dreams when it comes to flying. I took my dad and these other two kids out onto the deck where we all held hands and flew up into the sky just before we were eaten by those horrifying flesh eating porcupine monsters. I asked my dad and the two kids where they wanted to go. The two kids wanted to go to New York City and my dad wanted to go to Brighton Beach, (probably to see that Russian chic he'd met a while ago). Instead we flew into the next town over at some cafe. I told them I was feeling hungry and it began to rain and thunder out. When I went inside the cafe to order some pizza I turn around and noticed that my father had transformed into the character Jack Berger played by Ron Livingston in Sex and The City. All I remembered was that he was hot! In that instant my dream concluded and then I woke up.
Quite interesting. I wonder what it all means if it has any meaning at all.
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