Sunday, December 31, 2006

good golly miss molly

Ok looks like I am going to have to play hardball..
You need to see
the movie Snatch

with Brad Pitt...makes you feel strong when you are the under dog.

So off we go with more of those things I thought were behind me.

Friday, December 29, 2006


Thursday, December 28, 2006

new shoes

well we finally went out and
tried the new christmas present....

Heelys and hot cocoa a perfect match.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

That wasm that

Build up and anticipation and
now we do it again next year.

Captain Jack Sparrow snuck
into the tree and tried to steal
from the nest.

We made Chocolate Truffles.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Tree Time

Well get that tree fixed!

We gave the tree magic powers.

And then those powers turned on us.

And the tree was possesed!

Sunday, December 17, 2006


I have every reason in the world to be happy. All the toublesome stuff that was plaguing me is resolved. My son is a happy boy, I have a new car (even though I cant seem to give away the old one) I am healthy except for this nagging itchy feeling in my ear canal and this sniffly nose I have had for a few days, I am not broke, I quit my dumb job at RadioShack (dont ask) I feel creative again, my dreams are vivid and entertaining, I cook better every day, yet I am not as happy as I should be. Is it because I am not married? Is it time I found someone to settle down with I mean after all I am 46? But I am 46 with an 8 year old boy that lives with me full time, in fact it is time with him that no matter what he brings me endless joy - but endless joy is not the same as being happy.

source of endless joy playng and talking on the phone

Saturday, November 11, 2006


cant less.nopost.anti post, un post half post well post good post repost lets post again post we must post lets post.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

LOOKING for My voice

Living here in the Lower East Side of NewYork City since 1985 has not been a walk in the park. Blogs have only been around for a short while. YouTube gets 1.65 billion in stock from Google, a Yankees pitcher flys his small plane into a building, Madonna adopts a kid, one of our Mars buggys was once stuck in the Martian sand and it tooks six months of wheel spinning to get it out and then one of our satelites passed by and took a picture of this buggy near a mile wide crater, North Korea sets off a nuke, perverts are in our government as well as our schools and stores and just about everywhere you turn, some wierdo shot young Amish girls in the head at school, robbers keep leaving their id's behind, Paris and Nicole are friends again, Zagat is understating the meals costs to make restuarants more "do-able" , this winters trends are not as pronounced and this coming summers may not be either since last summers and this falls are un-noticeable, NYC has not had a significant new trend on the streets in a while, it is becoming televised "reality' everything yet the potatoes still sit at home and watch, I must have passed three gallery openings with out even noticing and then I remembered the 80's and the packed 'art craze' and wondered about the future of art, I have changed a lot and so has everything else, McDonalds hamburgers still taste exactly the same, and life goes on.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Lets See

I have never watched
An entire episode of the Simpsons
Anything E.R.
More than 10 minutes of any Survivor
NYPD Blues
Any of those other crime shows with Vincent Donofrio
Heck I cant even think of the names since I havent seen them.

But I have watched
Fear Factor
Most things on National Geographic
Too much Food Network, so much I am bored with it all and I cant for the life of me understand how Rachel Ray with her Sammys and pookies and bickies and what ever else, got to be so popular. And on the same schmaltz list I can totaly understand how Sandra Lee pulls it off, but again not with Paula Dean.
Tatoo Programs and Tribal Stuff
Can no longer watch Survivorman, he is a flake. My old grandmother could survive better than him, and she would at least have had the where with all to at least find some decent food. The guys is a camera toting hoax.
Cartoon Network
Dave Chapelle
Cops -1 2 and 3...Extended Cops...Cops busting Cops...whatever wild car chase real camera cop show that I come across...they make me laugh in disbelief.
did I mention those tribal fact I miss them lately..."the bunlaps" from the (and I cant spell it) Vanuatu Islands near New Zealand. I complained that by giving them a tv show was going to mess them up and it has...some of them are now speaking MORE english...I think that is bad...yet I add to their Nielsen ratings.

I am always curious about the weather in other places. I always want to know what time the sun came up and went down and what time the moon came up and went down in other places. I like to compare daylight hours in other places to daylight hours in New York. You can see by one of the banner insert things I compulsively put in my blog right above the advert that I compulsively did same to and I cannot get it removed, it is like a changes but it is still permanent.

Any way today it was this here in NYC and also in Bosque Farms, NM.

October 04, 2006
New York, NY
6:54 AM (EDT)
6:32 PM (EDT)
Hrs. of Daylight
11 Hrs., 38 Mins.
Albuquerque, NM
7:02 AM (MDT)
6:49 PM (MDT)
Hrs. of Daylight
11 Hrs., 47 Mins.

NYC had less daylight..and it is noticeable.

Sunday, October 01, 2006


Who Knows Christo

Take my quiz!

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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Get Out of Dodge

My birthday was yesterday the weekend was today and tomorrow is could not be better.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

old & new

now and then

news from ny

here are the latest photos..

.as you can bob dylan so eloquently said -

times they are a changing' -

Wow an Update

So much has been happening it is next to impossible to jot it all down. For now I hope a few

pictures will satisfy. Some Summer fun at the beach

and some sunflowers from my window box.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


The moon is at 49% today and it looks like it was all the way half to me. It is so symetrical to see it so "half" and so halfway bright. New Mexico was nice and sunny and dry as usual, and we did the usual things. New York is nice and we are also still doing the usual things, except spring is now arriving in New York and it had already arrived in New Mexico so we are lucky as we get two springs, not so usual. I had my 21st anniversay of living in New York City and living in the same apartment just the other day mid-April. Wow. If you were me you would have to ask yourself -man what are you thinking- and then you would look at your overhead costs and say - I dont know- and just leave it at that.

I have been making the best and getting better soy milk that this guy has ever tasted and I have tasted all the brands and varieties available here in NYC and pretty much anywhere, I do not shy away from soy or any other vairietal nut or bean milk, and that is including a lot of Chinatown right here in New York City, I have had all kinds of street curd and soy milky things. I have incorporated flax seed oil and agar agar and left it unsweetened and sometimes have tried vanilla and made it sweet. Today I made a super duper one that was basically plain but I did let the beans soak longer and when I ground them up I ground them finer. Plain is simply agar agar and a little flax seed oil and this is just to make it feel silky and creamy. It only lasts a few days so you get to chug it all you want.

The okara left over from making the milk is great for anything requiring more protein. It is a japanese word and it is the pulp left over after making soy milk. This pulp is still over 75% protein and it is perfect for mixing into a thick shake or pancake batter and as long as the okara is cooked it can be put into breads without compromising the rising process.

This "okara" is good stuff. It makes making the soy milk worth it because okara is exactly what goes into a soy burger, because it "is" the the soy burger now all you do is add flavor. I make cajun a lot.

soy ya nar uh

Monday, May 01, 2006

We are back home now.

rattlesnake cake

rattlesnake cake shake shake shake,
rattlesnake cake oh now shake shake shake

All the days of my Youth

Led Zepplin

In the days of my youth,
I was told what it means to be a man.
Now I've reached the age,
I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try,
I find my way to do the same old jam.
Good times, bad times,
You know I've had my share.
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man,
Well I still don't seem to care.
Seventeen I fell in love,
With a girl as sweet as could be.
It only took a couple of days,
Till she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine,
And love me till the end.
When I whispered in her ear,
I lost another friend.
Good times, bad times,
You know I've had my share.
When my woman left home
With a brown eyed man,
Well I still don't seem to care.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

We came back from a week off and this is what we saw.

Thursday, April 13, 2006


We are going to New Mexico for a week............I can hardly wait.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Tick Tock Clock

LibraConservation isn't just for forest rangers, you know. Look around at how you spend your resources (money, energy, emotions, time). Ask yourself whether you're engaged in a renewable strategy (What do you get back when you spend your energy? A burst of energy in return? Pride in your accomplishments? A headache?). Then start looking at just how you can engage in your own conservation plan.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Ed U ma kate

Saying NYC has stalkers and predators is like saying......"mmmmm chocolate, it's good". So having said that we constantly venture into the land of "human education" whereby the student learns to spot danger, from a distance. Since NYC has so much danger the wisest thing is to be able to spot it from a distance and then, like a good shao lin monk, go the other way. We work on that often.

Sunday, March 26, 2006


Not much to report on the little guy lately except he turns 8 in about a month. My neighborhood used to be a bad and dangerous place to live let alone hang out in at night. There were drug dealers on every corner and burnt out buildings and burnt out cars everywhere. Ohhhh The good old days. Now my neighborhood is a destination. New York City, my hood Alphabet City, where the numbers decreased from First Avenue to Avenue A on down to Avenue D. I call it my hood even though I moved in from someplace else like 20 years ago. Believe me my first few years here it definitely was not my hood. Avenues B thru D were the "hood" and it was a scarry place. I live between C and D. I remember convincing one of my girlfriends that lived in a more conventional part of the city that it actually "wasn't that bad" and this was 15 years ago. Needless to say the next morning around seven when we were walking to breakfast and I was telling her "see it wasnt so bad last night" that we come across a severed dogs head. Well she didnt sleep over again after that. Now there are restaurants and bars everywhere and people come from all over to hang out in "the hood." I like to play darts and since all of this gentrification took place a beer place that has darts opened up right across the street from the new precinct. I have been a few times and it is not fun for my sharking sense of things since no one can really play and I kick their asses for beers way too easy. But it is sooooo close to where I live. The other dart places are blocks and blocks away. The bartender knew me from outside of the bar, he is a friends brother.Well to make a long story short he started telling people not to play against me because I was only trying to beat them....duh isnt that what beer and pool and darts are for. Ok friday I went back knowing that the other guy no longer worked there and It was clean sailing. I walk in and there are three out of towners playing darts, two girls and a guy. I walk up to the dart board as is the customary way, well not all the way to the board but in the general area and stand there, not in the way but on the side. They stop playing and ask me what I want. I say I want to play darts and they say but they are playing and I say I see that I will play one of you after one of you wins this game.(which is also a customary thing) and they say but they are talking and it is personal. I say go ahead and keep talking I dont know you. "but" they say "you are right there" I say "it is because this is where people stand" plus I am not interested nor am I listening...and then they say the clincher of all time, they say that "if I dont leave they are going to tell" I said "WHAT, you are going to TELL, who the fuck are you going to tell?" And they said "the bartender" Now at this point I am so confused. "Telling" that threw me for a loop. Tell what,...come on ...TELL...WTF is that??? SO here comes the bartender and the first thing he says and it is a person I have never seen before, says "Oh its you the dart guy, we heard about you, you have to leave." I left but I think that life has sure changed on The Lower East Side when you cant go into a bar and beat someone at a bar game without them telling on you. Pathetic.

Thursday, March 09, 2006


Libra Horoscope September 23 - October 22

When you stray outside of your usual circle of friends, there's a reason. Usually, it's because you've developed an interest they don't share, no matter how hard you've try to lure them into it. Whether it's billiards, scuba-diving or line-dancing, if you're game to try it and they're not, don't be shy. Get out there and charm a new group. In just a few weeks, you'll get them all together, anyway, and make them all feel they're at a great, big family reunion.

Days of Our Lives

goodness, i dont have time enough to keep up with every one elses' selfishness let alone my own.

Monday, March 06, 2006

una pregunta

so there is this woman, nicole, and we have been on and off and mostly on for about 3 years now but there has always been a christiana or a daisy or a marie along the way, in fact nicole reminds me a lot of marcia the one that got away, but that is not the question. once while being questioned i accidently told the truth and the truth was met with the same astonishment usually reserved for lies and I was surprised. i realized that it doesnt matter what you say, people are going to do the same thing no matter what you do so it is ironic when your truth is treated like a lie and there is nothing you can do about it. i forget who was asking but someone said to me something about their inability to be faithful and asked me if i did'nt feel that way too, and my response was that i dont let it get to me. my question is "what would have been the 'right' answer in this situation." it is like that your are damned if you do and damned if you dont.

this image is a photograph taken after a fire
the truck is charred and the house in the back
is burnt. but it sure is a pretty picture.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Dead Neon

Thick blinding snow, winding dark road, u turn, other vehicle without lights on and *S M A C K* the neon is history. I crashed my 97 neon today and broke the drivers side front wheel completely off...fortunately no one was hurt. This car is made out of foil and stale bread so it crumpled so easy, I am glad the guy did not hit my door or I would have been in serious pain. I have not been happy with this car since I bought it in November it has been a total lemon and now it is dead. At least I still have the Volvo. I have an old silver 83 240 gl and it is great.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Too each and everyone

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.- Source Unknown

Eggs Benedict

Ok, finally got through the most boring week I have felt in a long time and now it is Sunday and the weekend is almost over...damn. Anyway I make a wide variety of egss benedict, from florentine to norweigian to morroccan style, all with equal zip and zing; some with hollandaise some with bechamel, I will even make a dilluted cheese sauce (bernaise).

Culinary history tells us that eggs benedict originated in New York about 100 years ago. There are at least two stories about the original eggs Benedict, though both date to 1890’s New York City. One story names Delmonico’s as the point of origin, in 1893. A Mrs LeGrand Benedict (and possibly her husband) were tired of the usual fare at the restaurant, and negotiated the new dish with the help of the maître d’hôtel. The more interesting story credits Mr Lemuel Benedict, who requested toast, bacon, poached eggs, and a small pitcher of hollandaise to help treat a hangover one morning in 1894 at the Waldorf-Astoria. If true, Mr Benedict also appears to have been the first to recognize the therapeutic effects of eggs Benedict. So, take your pick: 1893 or 1894, downtown or midtown, restaurant or hotel, wife of the elite or Wall Street broker, fighting tedium or fighting intoxication.

So today I will look through the kitchen and decide how I am going to make these poached eggs today. I have bread and I have a flat bread style pita and I could make bisquits and I have tortillas both flour and corn but I do not have english muffin so they will be some variation on the original. I could use a cutter and cut the bread into shapes or just tear it rustically...who knows.......I have decided to use corn tortillas layerd with discs of potato in a sort of enchilada style napolean stacked chile bechamel covered eggs benedict a la nuevo mejico with a simple side salad of tomatoes and leafy green lettuce and diced cucumber....and thats that!

Friday, February 24, 2006

0 my got

is this just the worst world you can is not an easy place to live.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006


I am trying real hard not to comment on the state of affairs but it has just got too far. Kill the Morales guy in California for god sake....he has been on death row he admitted to the crime, why are we concerned if he is in pain. Do not let Arab Governments own ports in our country, they wouldnt let us do it so why should we let them. It has been increasingly hard to distinguish between right and wrong when we are so busy being left and right. Money rules. USA is pathetic. It is like the right sometimes wants to be left and vice versa.

Sunday, February 19, 2006


I started using my water filter again and it is the best. I had forgotten how sweet and fresh this drip by drip water tasted. It takes a while to accumulate but when it does it is worth it. My eyes are more clear my brain is awake and my winter doldrum style illness has finally gone away. I usually drink more than a liter of water a day so to now have super purified water to guzzle freely is sure a treat. The PUR Ultimate Faucet Mount water filter is the most advanced microfilter. It reduces chemicals linked to increased cancer risk, lead, and 99.99 percent of the microbiological cysts cryptosporidium and giardia while leaving beneficial fluoride in the water. Mmmmmm, sounds tasty to me. Check out this link

Me and the boy are going to start to make some rock candy will be fun to watch the crystals grow, maybe ours will look this nice when we are done.

Saturday, February 11, 2006


The best remedy for any ailment is rest, water and proper nutrition - and an occasional aspirin. Remember the old adage "take two aspirin and call me in the morning" well it works as a well as "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" ...we lose sight of simple things in this palm pilot world we live in. So why am I spouting like this? I have had some kind of nasal congestion since around Thanksgiving and it won't go away, it slackens only to return. I have had this kind of thing before but not every year, and what I usually do when I get to my wits end like now is I take claritin or allegra or one of those suppressants. This time I am not.

New York is gonna get hit with some snow after all.

I can't wait!

I have found as the years progress that one of the hardest things to learn to do is to be in the moment. We are always worried about that test we have on thursday or next week I have that meeting or countless other things that keep us focused on the future because after all that is where our goals are. I remember all the conversations I had with both my grandmother and grandfather on my fathers side. I grew up with them and living nearby so I had all day and daily interaction on this little farm with sheep and chickens and goats and an occasional milk cow. These older people lived in a small town in southern new mexico and even though it was the 70's and they had lived in the area through the generations - my grandmother knew about 10 words and 3 sentences in english yet she knew countless things to do with just about every weed, plant or plant weed that grew around the house. She made whistles out of some leaves and tea out of roots, "you got a problem, shes got a weed that'll fix it" it playful or medicinal.. My grandfather, on the other hand, could speak english somewhat and he knew about 10 words and 3 sentences in french, german and the local native american dialect, (he was in world war one and learned them there, well not the tewa language, that came from living near and indian reservation) point is when I was 10 he was 70, when I was 25 he died..he was 95 and every day I saw him and I saw him every day almost from the day I was born until I was 19 or 20, he proclaimed each and every day as the best day of his life...he lived in the moment. Understandably he was old and what kind of future was left for him you might say. Point is it took him his whole life, no matter what, tomorrow gets here if your lucky and he was lucky enough to have thirty four thousand six hundred and seventy five tomorrows....thats a lot considering I have only had 16,425...I am about half way there and I have had some friends their clock stops...lets see if I can make it to 40,000...well by saying so I am no longer living in the moment. I have a goal....hence my conundrum. Anyway my grandparents seemed to have the zen thing down pat, married forever, 5 kids, died old. And every day was lived and maximized like there was no tomorrow.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Message in a Bottle

While walking on the beach in Coney Island with the boy we stumbled across a plastic bottle with the cap taped on with duct tape and inside was a rolled up paper object. I cut open the bottle since the duct tape and cap were fused together and inside was an envelope with a letter from 1998.

The letter was written by a person named Latasha Pearson from Mr. Schwartz's Science Class from Glenfield Middle School in Montclair, New Jersey. The letter said that the class was studying ocean currents. Granted the bottle did not get far but it did take
8 years to be found.

We will mail it back and see what happens.

.............hold on a minute..............let me re think this...this plastic soda bottle with a duct taped lid did not "bounce around" Coney Island beach for the last 7 years and 4 months it could have been to Bali or even Phuket and back, (the note was dated 10-12-98) or it could have been floating around the Sound for a while and it could have lingered in Jamaica Bay for a long while and it could have been on the Coney shore for just a minute, or it could have been on the beach for the entire time just bouncing. No one knows. What we might find out is if anyone elses bottles got returned. Lets see if they write back.

on other notes:
I made some yams or sweet potatos or whatever you want to call these tropical tubers not of the orange variety. There is the wild yam that seems to posses enormous healing properties. The belief in the strengths of this plant overwhelm whatever doubts you might have. There are also several other varieties that are easily available. I made the yams in tribute to the Bunlap tribe and the Yanomani tribe that I have had the slash fortune slash misfortune of having seen on TV. The fortune is apparent, I get to see a "live" tribe and the misfortune is equally obvious, they have been discovered. To further enhance the misfortune the "documentation" of these two tribes has not stopped since the initial discovery. As a result of this "discovery" that I have watched on the Discovery Channel every so often I have seen these people slowly "learn" everything about western culture that they never had any need to know before. Some of them can now speak english and the Bunlap tribe now has a phone. Not good.

Super Bowl Sunday

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Rain and Games

The guy and I have been playing board games lately. It is lots of fun to play with a 7 year old that has just learned to read well (meaning he can read and understand most everything now) and it makes game playing tons more fun.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Almost February

New York did not have the obnoxious snow and wet filthy conditions it usually has in January. The drifts can get large the piles of things to traverse become large, everything is wet - and beneath it all lies dog do which is also large.

a pretty picture is a pretty picture

I am on the phone right now with a friend of mine from Santa Fe. He is a piece. "Give them what they want not what you want. Dont think about it too much." He cracks me up. You better hang.

He lives in such a beautiful town, fresh air, nice hills and a nice house.

I most definitely did not get the 'razor shave' I said I was going to get, who knows if I ever will. I did get the disappointing hair cut that was seemingly less than what I normally can do for myself.
I fixed the haircut.
I dont know how easy it would be
to fix a botched straight razor shave.

Anyway, it is the month of Romance approaching, it will be interesting to watch all the roosters attracting the hens.

The Fighting Roosters And The Eagle
(an aesops fable)

were fiercely fighting for the mastery of the farmyard.
One at last put the other to flight.

The vanquished Rooster skulked away and hid himself in a quiet
corner, while the conqueror, flying up to a high wall,
flapped his wings and crowed exultingly with all his might.
An Eagle sailing through the air pounced upon him and carried him off in his talons.
The vanquished Rooster immediately came out of his corner,
and ruled henceforth with undisputed mastery.
Pride goes before destruction.
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