Fucking Finally…
Ive been working on this cool video post for a few days, and it finally came together.
The compressor really fought me. though. I wanted it to be at the most twenty megs, but alas, I had to settle for 28, which is a bitch for any of you not on high speed. I apologize, but I just could not see this beauty split into two. I even made it 200 by 150 instead of the regular 320 by 240.
Also, Sorensen would not shrink it enough, so it is an mpeg, not a native quicktime, which might not be kosher with all of you. And the music jumps because i am working on final cut here at home, not avid, like at work, and im still finding myself in the program. The music just never renders right, and i know its just some little fucking menu thing and ill find it soon enough.
So bear with the download, the quickness of the title, and sorry if you can’t open it, but, enjoy…
Now, if you really can’t see it, its every single picture I have taken (minus about eleven that no one can ever see) strung up into a sequence. Each is up for just two frames (about a fifteenth of a second), which is totally enough to get this cool effect of having some jump out at you.
The music is a very inspiring Modest Mouse, and I do not have the rights for it but this is not for profit and I hope they understand.
Jeez, you loser. You really should get better internet. You are missing out.
The mysterious misdeal…
Poker at 81st. I came late because of work. But I got a full house on the first hand, and a straight on the next, not a bad start. 
But of course I did not believe john when I had a top pair and he showed me a king just like mine plus the two to make him the full house.
A few hands later, as a small stack, I went all in for six with a queen jack. John calls so does Katzenbach, a new wesleyanite to this ring, flop comes queen ace nine, john goes all in, katz calls, and we all flip over the cards. My queen jack compared to johns king queen, to katz’s ace king. All in a row. I spike the jack on the river to stay alive and and katz takes most of john.
Except at some point I grabbed the cards to deal. Before or after the flop, that is the question. Because john thinks since I had the deck I made him act first.
Later on, when john had gotten the chip lead back, and lost it to me and angus, and rebought eighty dollars in thirty minutes in a rush of all in madness, he blamed the entire trip on me.
I fought in my defense, but he was just angry, and needed to get it out, because in the end, he kept losing races.
So angus, with aces in the hole three times in the night, never broken, got out big winner, 120. Jim and I left with 60 each, thirty profit for me.
John leaves angry.
Im up ninety for the record.
Am I too paranoid…
I take the r w two stops to times sq because its cold and im lazy. When I got on at the end of work, this kind of in the middle unmoved suitcase lay askew in the train car. I walked near it to sit down. Most new Yorkers, when traveling the underground with luggage, will hold it close, like a dear little bear cub. Not so here. No one took ownership. I had a nervous short ride staring at the boxy mystery, and breathed easy at walking out.
But the day before that I got a fucking treat.
Surprise, surprise…
This is for the few of you who understand how truly weird and random it is to run into people from your tiny little high school.
And it wasn’t just like brushing past them in the street, or a fleeting glance across the opposite subway car.
Dan Cherry works at wieden and kennedy, one of the cooler agencies, and he was a client here, at ps 260.
It’s a small fucking world.
The poker recap…
Saturday, after gates, I went and played poker with angus’ friends in a nice two bedroom apartment on 66th and 2nd ave.
We played a tournament with 30 minutes of rebuys. I came in fourth on a bad break with a high ace.
This guy john earl, who has won the most at their thing, won again.
With john M coming in second.
After that we played a cash game, just said winner john and me, where he took thirty from each of us.
Then john and me played six games of different calibers where I came up ten.
Monday night, an all of a sudden game appeared at mara’s on Monday and I escaped work, probably making my Tuesday worse, but whatevs.
A very cool space.
You see these fools, even the ones by the window. They are losers. Losers. The lot of them.
But these fine folk. They are winners.
Like me, up two whole dollars. But I did make back the twenty I put in there so hah. John leaves up fifty, Derek up twenty five.
After Saturday and today, I am up sixty, in a steady decline of profit.
Long live the great white hype…
Return of the sis…
Younger sister Caitlin of gibbles66 fame came down to the better city from her BU college bubble perch.
We had lunch with my elder sister Phoebe and her husband Sam at Sarabeth's inside the Whitney.
Caitlin, who now goes by her middle name Anette (it was my paternal gramma’s first name) for the more actorly Annette Stephens feel, also brought two friends down, Julia and Ally.
Together they made this performing trio that reenacted scenes from arrested development verbatim. That acting school energy and banter, almost to the point of hamminess…
And then the gates of course.
I am a strong defender of the gates. Maybe one of the only ones. But I thought it was a marvelously carried out opus. All those paths, at all the varying widths, the complete reframing of a space in a unique way, highly accentuated by its very temporal existence. The park would remain, but you would never see it this way again, with that dash of color blowing in the wind, piercing through the usual gray drabness of winter.
I also enjoy the fact that they made the cloth reachable. 
When under a series of them, the slight claustrophobia, achieved in what is one of the most open of spaces, gives you a special tingle.
Of course commercialism, the all mighty god we all pray to, had its settlements.
And there is a daily web stream of the hawk that lives in that building.
After a nice walk, we headed for F.A.O Schwartz, home of the cuddling bear with cub,
And F.A.O Schweetz. 
I kid you not, that’s what this little island Sunday shop is really called. How very punny.
We split two Sundays and a milkshake.
It was very contested, but in the end, we all understood that pheebs and me had chosen better ingredients than caikes and sam. For one, we went with no syrup or chocolate for a less soupy result, hit up two kinds of nuts, added the marshmellows for good measure, and stayed away from the bulky rieces pieces. I would have wanted the m and ms, though.
Lil sis was sad to see me go.
What is the sound of one ass slapping?
Look, i finally saw the gates.
Things that happened three days ago…
Bordeaux, the too-aptly named nerve wine party. The invite said cocktail attire, so this is what I came up with.
Nervously entering the most crowded skinny hallway of a bar, I recognized no one, until I found sara and noah at one of the sardined couch sections
Jeff, an internet sales consultant
Hit on me as he told me of his doctor boyfriend in seattle, while also giving me an impromptu verbal mini queer eye makeover.
Then more people I knew showed up
Including dear althea, totally not in cocktail attire
Even though you can’t tell cause the jeans did not appear in the picture.
This is one of the best pictures of the night because it almost has everyone. Unpictured count at only two: sara and noah.
Althea and Noah like to pose in that same chin askew pose allot.
And Derek prefers the philosophical chin grab.
Nerve photographers pranced around, snapping aggressively. Early on, one of them took three picts of our couch room, totally excluding noah and me, so we gave him the finger.
As the night wore on, the vino was less veritas and more animas, getting everyone riled up. Another photo snapper came along and prodded Claire and rukoff into a drunken makeout section.
That pict made it on to the gawker party crash page, but my link no longer works so you will just have to find it yourself.
And don’t worry, I snapped him right back. 
Then Al got a bit frisky, attacking aaron, 
and then provoking Derek to toss her around like a ragdoll.
This weird guy tried to hit on sara, who just stood up and left, so he came and talked to me, making me snap a pict with him and the waitress.
We then had a thumb war.
Then it was time to leave. Final pict with the hostess had to be shot three times to finally come up with an unblurry, uncropping picture.
If you mix wine and friends, somethings bound to happen.
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