So, I was talking on the phone to Anne in Vancouver last night for an hour - I love Anne - and E was encouraging me to ticket my air travel to LAX next weekend - which I did - and the fare DROPPED nearly $100 since yesterday around noon when I made the reservation!
So, this morning (after the hookah was sending me text messages at 05:15) I had a dream about Jarred (the bartender.) A dream, mind you! In technicolor! He was so casual, and just started showing me where he had used this new electronic device to zap a pimple that had developed in an ingrown hair. On his butt. Which required him taking off his pants. And his shirt. Which led to ..
DJHJD
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
Friday and the Hookah
My fabulair website has been migrated to a new server, and they're adding in the calendar and e-card functionality within the week. That's about the best thing I've heard from anyone in months.
I have some loans to work on here. The hookah is asleep, again. He came over last night, we hung out and I made dinner, which was very amusing. Then, as soon as he ate, he fell asleep on the sofa. Shortly thereafter, he asserted that he'd be up all night watching movies. And went back to sleep. At midnight, he crawled into bed and slept until 8:30.
Last night, he said a.) what was I wanting from him? b.) he didn't want a relationship c.) he really liked me d.) he liked me well enough that he didn't feel comfortable asking me for money, which was odd for him e.) how were he and I going to have a successful sexual relationship when we're both tops f.) would I ever pay for sex?
Okay, time to get cleaned up, go put gas in the car and have it washed, fill up the water jugs and come back to work on loans.
I have some loans to work on here. The hookah is asleep, again. He came over last night, we hung out and I made dinner, which was very amusing. Then, as soon as he ate, he fell asleep on the sofa. Shortly thereafter, he asserted that he'd be up all night watching movies. And went back to sleep. At midnight, he crawled into bed and slept until 8:30.
Last night, he said a.) what was I wanting from him? b.) he didn't want a relationship c.) he really liked me d.) he liked me well enough that he didn't feel comfortable asking me for money, which was odd for him e.) how were he and I going to have a successful sexual relationship when we're both tops f.) would I ever pay for sex?
Okay, time to get cleaned up, go put gas in the car and have it washed, fill up the water jugs and come back to work on loans.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
the hookah comments
ok well doug like i have said im sorryfor blowing u off and ima good asskisser i am a busy guy doug no bullshit and sometimes i get so busy i dont even have time for myself and hey if this is what u want later no problem
Thursday we throw out the trash
Had an email from the hookah this morning after our much less than pleasing IM conversation last night. He writes:
I replied:
I woke up at 04:00, frustrated and angry. I tried to meditate a while, but that didn't seem to be going anywhere, so I just came in here and wrote the two documents that this woman wanted yesterday, and sent them off to her. Now, I guess I'll take the dogs out and make coffee, and get working (again) on this horrific mess that's occupying the floor, the desk, and every flat surface in here - all these papers that "pass" for records to support this tax return I'm supposed to have done by noon. There's a fair chance that I'm going to say "well, you waited until 36 hours before the deadline and then gave me a huge mess. You're just going to have to endure the consequences of paying the late filing penalty."
Last night, as I watched yet another movie aggrandizing young, lean men, I thought "what does it demonstrate, the ability to lift pieces of metal and make your body pretty?" Does it heal the sick? Feed the hungry? Repair social injustice? Create economic benefit?
Coupled with arrogance, this fixation on beauty is chilling. What I read in people's thoughts is derisive and judgmental; if you're old or if you're "fat," you are without value, even for conversation or friendship. How do I respond? I don't know yet.
However, I'm formulating some ideas.
Last night, I had some emails from CP; a loan officer (who participated in a good and healthy screwing administered to my income last month) has brought us two deals; CP forwarded them to me for processing. The loan officer sent CP a crappy email instructing CP to have me do thus and so "first thing tomorrow" and said that he would be "bussy and couldn't remember to call" CP about it.
He can go FUCK himself. I have this tax swamp to work through and loans of my own to work on.
No more support services for self-indulgent rat bastards.
Went into the Evite last night and deleted about 20 people - mostly for violations of that very policy. If this turns out to be a gathering of my church members and two other people, so be it.
so whos playing are u mad over 40 bucks or what?? man
u know im a very busy boy. so what does this mean
exactly? should i not call or anything else any more
or what?? if i dont hear from u i will know to leave u
alone. ANYWAY thankx for all your hospitality, u
really are a great host and cool to hang with as well
sorry u feel this way.
bye,
mike
I replied:
Okay, firstly, when I gave you the $40, I told you that I had no expectation that you would ever pay me back. I was GIVING you the $40. Therefore, I don't think about it, nor expect it back.
For me, this is about being told that I acted badly when I tried to protect myself in a business transaction by the SECOND "model" who couldn't keep a commitment or communicate. I had two photographers and a studio booked for Friday; I have to get the "models" into costumes that fit, and you couldn't reply, respond, or tell me to just go fuck myself. Then, when I mention to you that it's all called off and I am going another way, you tell me I'm treating you badly.
In our conversation last night, you told me you wanted me to come pick you up so you could come do your laundry. You want me to drive 40 minutes to pick you up, bring you back here, feed you, drive you back .. for what? The only time my company is good for you is when you need something? And you wonder why I would find that offensive? You were going to come stay for a few days earlier in the week and then just .. didn't call, didn't communicate - totally blew me off.
So, no, I'm not going to provide you with any more support services. If you want to be friends, you can figure out how that works. But, how you're doing me up until now isn't friendship, and isn't even the courtesy you'd provide a paying trick.
I woke up at 04:00, frustrated and angry. I tried to meditate a while, but that didn't seem to be going anywhere, so I just came in here and wrote the two documents that this woman wanted yesterday, and sent them off to her. Now, I guess I'll take the dogs out and make coffee, and get working (again) on this horrific mess that's occupying the floor, the desk, and every flat surface in here - all these papers that "pass" for records to support this tax return I'm supposed to have done by noon. There's a fair chance that I'm going to say "well, you waited until 36 hours before the deadline and then gave me a huge mess. You're just going to have to endure the consequences of paying the late filing penalty."
Last night, as I watched yet another movie aggrandizing young, lean men, I thought "what does it demonstrate, the ability to lift pieces of metal and make your body pretty?" Does it heal the sick? Feed the hungry? Repair social injustice? Create economic benefit?
Coupled with arrogance, this fixation on beauty is chilling. What I read in people's thoughts is derisive and judgmental; if you're old or if you're "fat," you are without value, even for conversation or friendship. How do I respond? I don't know yet.
However, I'm formulating some ideas.
Last night, I had some emails from CP; a loan officer (who participated in a good and healthy screwing administered to my income last month) has brought us two deals; CP forwarded them to me for processing. The loan officer sent CP a crappy email instructing CP to have me do thus and so "first thing tomorrow" and said that he would be "bussy and couldn't remember to call" CP about it.
He can go FUCK himself. I have this tax swamp to work through and loans of my own to work on.
No more support services for self-indulgent rat bastards.
Went into the Evite last night and deleted about 20 people - mostly for violations of that very policy. If this turns out to be a gathering of my church members and two other people, so be it.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Hump day screwin'
I'm just sick to death of human behavior.
Today, I realized that my socialization is entirely focused around either this computer, or church, or teaching class, or the occasional foray out to the bar with Mikey. Other than that, I sit here working or fielding incoming phone calls.
And solve other people's problems. Usually, for free.
Tonight, the hookah got into me because he "wanted to do the photo shoot." Of course, he wouldn't call, write or text back to confirm he'd be there. I guess my ouija board wasn't working properly. Trevor sends a text message and calls; I reply and ask what he wants, he says "just to say hi."
Uh, you don't do that. You only make nice when you're trying to manipulate your shithead, lying, cheating boyfriend into treating you right, or you need to use my fax machine.
Why do I feel that, aside from Rosita and Donna, no one actually wants to know how things are for me? They just want me to be there and listen to their shit about how the had a little frustration in traffic, or someone gave them some crap about something.
Okay, so there are a COUPLE of other people that go into that group, but ..
How is it that every man I meet wants a hand out? What does that say about me?
Well, I know what it says about me.
Today, I realized that my socialization is entirely focused around either this computer, or church, or teaching class, or the occasional foray out to the bar with Mikey. Other than that, I sit here working or fielding incoming phone calls.
And solve other people's problems. Usually, for free.
Tonight, the hookah got into me because he "wanted to do the photo shoot." Of course, he wouldn't call, write or text back to confirm he'd be there. I guess my ouija board wasn't working properly. Trevor sends a text message and calls; I reply and ask what he wants, he says "just to say hi."
Uh, you don't do that. You only make nice when you're trying to manipulate your shithead, lying, cheating boyfriend into treating you right, or you need to use my fax machine.
Why do I feel that, aside from Rosita and Donna, no one actually wants to know how things are for me? They just want me to be there and listen to their shit about how the had a little frustration in traffic, or someone gave them some crap about something.
Okay, so there are a COUPLE of other people that go into that group, but ..
How is it that every man I meet wants a hand out? What does that say about me?
Well, I know what it says about me.
New Orleans thoughts
This is very well said -
Largest Seaport In America Still Closed
Apprx. 25% of this nation's imports and exports go in and out through the Port of New Orleans and the surrounding ports. At this point, it looks like most of the port facilities remain largely intact, with no major structural damage. The Mississippi River did not jump its banks as many had feared. No huge ships sank in the river making it unnavigable. That's the good news.
The question is, when will the ports reopen? The best assessment of the port problem I've seen was written by our old friend Dr. George Friedman of Stratfor.com. Here are some excerpts from his latest analysis (note that this analysis is very sobering, but you need to read it):
QUOTE: "The ports of South Louisiana and New Orleans, which run north and south of the city, are as important today as at any point during the history of the republic. On its own merit, the Port of South Louisiana is the largest port in the United States by tonnage and the fifth-largest in the world. It exports more than 52 million tons a year, of which more than half are agricultural products -- corn, soybeans and so on. A larger proportion of U.S. agriculture flows out of the port. Almost as much cargo, nearly 57 million tons, comes in through the port -- including not only crude oil, but chemicals and fertilizers, coal, concrete and so on.
A simple way to think about the New Orleans port complex is that it is where the bulk commodities of agriculture go out to the world and the bulk commodities of industrialism come in. The commodity chain of the global food industry starts here, as does that of American industrialism. If these facilities are gone, more than the price of goods shifts: The very physical structure of the global economy would have to be reshaped. Consider the impact to the U.S. auto industry if steel doesn't come up the river, or the effect on global food supplies if U.S. corn and soybeans don't get to the markets.
The problem is that there are no good shipping alternatives. River transport is cheap, and most of the commodities we are discussing have low value-to-weight ratios. The U.S. transport system was built on the assumption that these commodities would travel to and from New Orleans by barge, where they would be loaded on ships or offloaded. Apart from port capacity elsewhere in the United States, there aren't enough trucks or rail cars to handle the long-distance hauling of these enormous quantities -- assuming for the moment that the economics could be managed, which they can't be.
The focus in the media has been on the oil industry in Louisiana and Mississippi. This is not a trivial question, but in a certain sense, it is dwarfed by the shipping issue. First, Louisiana is the source of about 15 percent of U.S.-produced petroleum, much of it from the Gulf. The local refineries are critical to American infrastructure. Were all of these facilities to be lost, the effect on the price of oil worldwide would be extraordinarily painful. If the river itself became unnavigable or if the ports are no longer functioning, however, the impact to the wider economy would be significantly more severe. In a sense, there is more flexibility in oil than in the physical transport of these other commodities.
There is clearly good news as information comes in. By all accounts, the Louisiana Offshore Oil Port, which services supertankers in the Gulf, is intact. Port Fourchon, which is the center of extraction operations in the Gulf, has sustained damage but is recoverable. The status of the oil platforms is unclear and it is not known what the underwater systems look like, but on the surface, the damage -- though not trivial -- is manageable.
The news on the river is also far better than would have been expected on Sunday. The river has not changed its course. No major levees containing the river have burst. The Mississippi apparently has not silted up to such an extent that massive dredging would be required to render it navigable. Even the port facilities, although apparently damaged in many places and destroyed in few, are still there. The river, as transport corridor, has not been lost.
What has been lost is the city of New Orleans and many of the residential suburban areas around it. The population has fled, leaving behind a relatively small number of people in desperate straits. Some are dead, others are dying, and the magnitude of the situation dwarfs the resources required to ameliorate their condition. But it is not the population that is trapped in New Orleans that is of geopolitical significance: It is the population that has left and has nowhere to return to.
The oil fields, pipelines and ports required a skilled workforce in order to operate. That workforce requires homes. They require stores to buy food and other supplies. Hospitals and doctors. Schools for their children. In other words, in order to operate the facilities critical to the United States, you need a workforce to do it -- and that workforce is gone. Unlike in other disasters, that workforce cannot return to the region because they have no place to live. New Orleans is gone, and the metropolitan area surrounding New Orleans is either gone or so badly damaged that it will not be inhabitable for a long time.
It is possible to jury-rig around this problem for a short time. But the fact is that those who have left the area have gone to live with relatives and friends. Those who had the ability to leave also had networks of relationships and resources to manage their exile. But those resources are not infinite -- and as it becomes apparent that these people will not be returning to New Orleans any time soon, they will be enrolling their children in new schools, finding new jobs, finding new accommodations. If they have any insurance money coming, they will collect it. If they have none, then -- whatever emotional connections they may have to their home -- their economic connection to it has been severed. In a very short time, these people will be making decisions that will start to reshape population and workforce patterns in the region.
A city is a complex and ongoing process - one that requires physical infrastructure to support the people who live in it and people to operate that physical infrastructure. We don't simply mean power plants or sewage treatment facilities, although they are critical. Someone has to be able to sell a bottle of milk or a new shirt. Someone has to be able to repair a car or do surgery. And the people who do those things, along with the infrastructure that supports them, are gone -- and they are not coming back anytime soon.
It is in this sense, then, that it seems almost as if a nuclear weapon went off in New Orleans. The people mostly have fled rather than died, but they are gone. Not all of the facilities are destroyed, but most are. It appears to us that New Orleans and its environs have passed the point of recoverability. The area can recover, to be sure, but only with the commitment of massive resources from outside -- and those resources would always be at risk to another Katrina.
The displacement of population is the crisis that New Orleans faces. It is also a national crisis, because the largest port in the United States cannot function without a city around it. The physical and business processes of a port cannot occur in a ghost town, and right now, that is what New Orleans is. It is not about the facilities, and it is not about the oil. It is about the loss of a city's population and the paralysis of the largest port in the United States." END QUOTE.
New Orleans port officials said last week that they are not exactly sure when the port will reopen. Their biggest problem, as Dr. Friedman points out above, is that they do not have the people to operate the facilities.
Gary LaGrange, the director of the Port of New Orleans offered this prediction over the weekend: "We think that within a month we can be back at 30 percent. In three months we can probably be back at 70 percent to 80 percent. We think that in four to five months we'll be back to 100 percent." This is serious!
Largest Seaport In America Still Closed
Apprx. 25% of this nation's imports and exports go in and out through the Port of New Orleans and the surrounding ports. At this point, it looks like most of the port facilities remain largely intact, with no major structural damage. The Mississippi River did not jump its banks as many had feared. No huge ships sank in the river making it unnavigable. That's the good news.
The question is, when will the ports reopen? The best assessment of the port problem I've seen was written by our old friend Dr. George Friedman of Stratfor.com. Here are some excerpts from his latest analysis (note that this analysis is very sobering, but you need to read it):
QUOTE: "The ports of South Louisiana and New Orleans, which run north and south of the city, are as important today as at any point during the history of the republic. On its own merit, the Port of South Louisiana is the largest port in the United States by tonnage and the fifth-largest in the world. It exports more than 52 million tons a year, of which more than half are agricultural products -- corn, soybeans and so on. A larger proportion of U.S. agriculture flows out of the port. Almost as much cargo, nearly 57 million tons, comes in through the port -- including not only crude oil, but chemicals and fertilizers, coal, concrete and so on.
A simple way to think about the New Orleans port complex is that it is where the bulk commodities of agriculture go out to the world and the bulk commodities of industrialism come in. The commodity chain of the global food industry starts here, as does that of American industrialism. If these facilities are gone, more than the price of goods shifts: The very physical structure of the global economy would have to be reshaped. Consider the impact to the U.S. auto industry if steel doesn't come up the river, or the effect on global food supplies if U.S. corn and soybeans don't get to the markets.
The problem is that there are no good shipping alternatives. River transport is cheap, and most of the commodities we are discussing have low value-to-weight ratios. The U.S. transport system was built on the assumption that these commodities would travel to and from New Orleans by barge, where they would be loaded on ships or offloaded. Apart from port capacity elsewhere in the United States, there aren't enough trucks or rail cars to handle the long-distance hauling of these enormous quantities -- assuming for the moment that the economics could be managed, which they can't be.
The focus in the media has been on the oil industry in Louisiana and Mississippi. This is not a trivial question, but in a certain sense, it is dwarfed by the shipping issue. First, Louisiana is the source of about 15 percent of U.S.-produced petroleum, much of it from the Gulf. The local refineries are critical to American infrastructure. Were all of these facilities to be lost, the effect on the price of oil worldwide would be extraordinarily painful. If the river itself became unnavigable or if the ports are no longer functioning, however, the impact to the wider economy would be significantly more severe. In a sense, there is more flexibility in oil than in the physical transport of these other commodities.
There is clearly good news as information comes in. By all accounts, the Louisiana Offshore Oil Port, which services supertankers in the Gulf, is intact. Port Fourchon, which is the center of extraction operations in the Gulf, has sustained damage but is recoverable. The status of the oil platforms is unclear and it is not known what the underwater systems look like, but on the surface, the damage -- though not trivial -- is manageable.
The news on the river is also far better than would have been expected on Sunday. The river has not changed its course. No major levees containing the river have burst. The Mississippi apparently has not silted up to such an extent that massive dredging would be required to render it navigable. Even the port facilities, although apparently damaged in many places and destroyed in few, are still there. The river, as transport corridor, has not been lost.
What has been lost is the city of New Orleans and many of the residential suburban areas around it. The population has fled, leaving behind a relatively small number of people in desperate straits. Some are dead, others are dying, and the magnitude of the situation dwarfs the resources required to ameliorate their condition. But it is not the population that is trapped in New Orleans that is of geopolitical significance: It is the population that has left and has nowhere to return to.
The oil fields, pipelines and ports required a skilled workforce in order to operate. That workforce requires homes. They require stores to buy food and other supplies. Hospitals and doctors. Schools for their children. In other words, in order to operate the facilities critical to the United States, you need a workforce to do it -- and that workforce is gone. Unlike in other disasters, that workforce cannot return to the region because they have no place to live. New Orleans is gone, and the metropolitan area surrounding New Orleans is either gone or so badly damaged that it will not be inhabitable for a long time.
It is possible to jury-rig around this problem for a short time. But the fact is that those who have left the area have gone to live with relatives and friends. Those who had the ability to leave also had networks of relationships and resources to manage their exile. But those resources are not infinite -- and as it becomes apparent that these people will not be returning to New Orleans any time soon, they will be enrolling their children in new schools, finding new jobs, finding new accommodations. If they have any insurance money coming, they will collect it. If they have none, then -- whatever emotional connections they may have to their home -- their economic connection to it has been severed. In a very short time, these people will be making decisions that will start to reshape population and workforce patterns in the region.
A city is a complex and ongoing process - one that requires physical infrastructure to support the people who live in it and people to operate that physical infrastructure. We don't simply mean power plants or sewage treatment facilities, although they are critical. Someone has to be able to sell a bottle of milk or a new shirt. Someone has to be able to repair a car or do surgery. And the people who do those things, along with the infrastructure that supports them, are gone -- and they are not coming back anytime soon.
It is in this sense, then, that it seems almost as if a nuclear weapon went off in New Orleans. The people mostly have fled rather than died, but they are gone. Not all of the facilities are destroyed, but most are. It appears to us that New Orleans and its environs have passed the point of recoverability. The area can recover, to be sure, but only with the commitment of massive resources from outside -- and those resources would always be at risk to another Katrina.
The displacement of population is the crisis that New Orleans faces. It is also a national crisis, because the largest port in the United States cannot function without a city around it. The physical and business processes of a port cannot occur in a ghost town, and right now, that is what New Orleans is. It is not about the facilities, and it is not about the oil. It is about the loss of a city's population and the paralysis of the largest port in the United States." END QUOTE.
New Orleans port officials said last week that they are not exactly sure when the port will reopen. Their biggest problem, as Dr. Friedman points out above, is that they do not have the people to operate the facilities.
Gary LaGrange, the director of the Port of New Orleans offered this prediction over the weekend: "We think that within a month we can be back at 30 percent. In three months we can probably be back at 70 percent to 80 percent. We think that in four to five months we'll be back to 100 percent." This is serious!
Hump day sunrise
Time to get cleaned up so that I can be ready for the first loan client of the day. Need to run Ruby over to Car Snot and have her waxed. I've heard that two new loan applications are coming in today; we'll see.
Today, I am just disgusted with people and their inability to keep a commitment to take a leak. And with Sprint. My phone hardly works anymore.
Okay, task #1 done for the day. I guess I'll move on to task #2.
Today, I am just disgusted with people and their inability to keep a commitment to take a leak. And with Sprint. My phone hardly works anymore.
Okay, task #1 done for the day. I guess I'll move on to task #2.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Tuesday evening - late
So, class tonight went well. Later than I thought, but well. Then, I had to meet up with a lad and pick UP condo documents from Clear Lake that he picked up for ME, and then run out to NNicole's to pick up her stuff. Got home around 10:00; and have a HUGE day tomorrow.
Nary a whisper out of the hookah. Nary a word out of N8. Nor from the married guy. I did, however, hear from Curtis, the man from two years ago, who has suddenly re-appeared and thinks it would be a great idea if he sacked out at my place a couple of nights a week. He just wants to get laid, then he'll be back on his way.
Canceled the photo shoot for Friday; back to the drawing board on the models. I think what there is to be done here is to just find the money necessary and hire some through an agency. Something's wrong about my approach, or it would be working.
Of course, as I said to Joe Di last night, I'm the clearing house for being lied to and stood up.
I've decided to change my will/powers of attorney - again. Since L doesn't .. um .. talk to me anymore, it hardly seems appropriate to have him holding the electrical cord to the pacemaker. So, I'm thinking .. Donna? Maybe?
I just bought my THIRD XM radio; this one to be permanently mounted in Ruby. It was just the one I wanted, and I guess I saved about $30.
Okay, I guess it's time to read my new Jaguar catalog and go to bed.
Nary a whisper out of the hookah. Nary a word out of N8. Nor from the married guy. I did, however, hear from Curtis, the man from two years ago, who has suddenly re-appeared and thinks it would be a great idea if he sacked out at my place a couple of nights a week. He just wants to get laid, then he'll be back on his way.
Canceled the photo shoot for Friday; back to the drawing board on the models. I think what there is to be done here is to just find the money necessary and hire some through an agency. Something's wrong about my approach, or it would be working.
Of course, as I said to Joe Di last night, I'm the clearing house for being lied to and stood up.
I've decided to change my will/powers of attorney - again. Since L doesn't .. um .. talk to me anymore, it hardly seems appropriate to have him holding the electrical cord to the pacemaker. So, I'm thinking .. Donna? Maybe?
I just bought my THIRD XM radio; this one to be permanently mounted in Ruby. It was just the one I wanted, and I guess I saved about $30.
Okay, I guess it's time to read my new Jaguar catalog and go to bed.
Tuesday - it should be a new lease on life, but ..
Okay, it's time to call England and talk to someone about a loan. Then, time to work up and submit a loan, then a meeting with Claudia about her home purchase, and THEN, I guess I should start working on this paperwork that's sitting here.
Okay, that loan is faxing out. I've ordered everything, and have to send the borrower a list of stuff to send me BACK. Other than that, it's cooked. And I have twenty minutes before Claudia arrives.
I keep forgetting to eat.
Still have a ton of work to do this afternoon. Not a word from the hookah, nor a word from the married man. I think I'll go to Vancouver instead of to the black tie dinner here.
Just picked up Ruby from the shop. She required nothing unusual, the reason she's riding poorly is that her shock absorbers are cheap. Cheap cheap.
Okay, that loan is faxing out. I've ordered everything, and have to send the borrower a list of stuff to send me BACK. Other than that, it's cooked. And I have twenty minutes before Claudia arrives.
I keep forgetting to eat.
Still have a ton of work to do this afternoon. Not a word from the hookah, nor a word from the married man. I think I'll go to Vancouver instead of to the black tie dinner here.
Just picked up Ruby from the shop. She required nothing unusual, the reason she's riding poorly is that her shock absorbers are cheap. Cheap cheap.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Monday evening ..
Just back from my pre-natal re-imprinting session. I don't really know what to write about that just yet.
The fuzzy one from North Carolina (Michael) had asked that I call him when leaving from Clear Lake. So, I did that, and he didn't answer. Sent him a text message, and he writes back that he is going to call later, when the traffic dies down. Not knowing if that meant he was expecting to come for dinner or not, I write him back and ask that question. So, he writes me back telling me that he doesn't know what's up, he can't promise that he's even coming over, and don't "give up hope."
Uh, fuck you and the busted down donkey you rode into town on?
So, I wrote him back and suggested that, a.) it wasn't a hope thing, it was a hunger thing, and b.) I didn't care either way if he came over, I was inviting him over for HIS benefit, not mine.
No word since then.
The married guy came over this afternoon. He had requested (insisted) that I buy him some inhalants and some better lube, both of which purchases had cost me over $50 some weeks back. He is never too hot to go again, so I never know when to expect him. Thus, this expensive (and, to me, worthless) sexual support merchandise sat here gathering dust until his arrival today.
He popped in, and things started normally. However, they got very weird, very quickly. First, he wanted to be affectionate. Second, he wanted to KISS. Then, he let about 1/2 of the $43 bottle of inhalants drain out on the bed. On the silk duvet cover, the silk pillow sham cover and the sheets.
Smells great in my bedroom.
Maybe men just aren't the thing.
I guess I'm going to go watch a DVD. I wonder which one would be good for tonight.
The fuzzy one from North Carolina (Michael) had asked that I call him when leaving from Clear Lake. So, I did that, and he didn't answer. Sent him a text message, and he writes back that he is going to call later, when the traffic dies down. Not knowing if that meant he was expecting to come for dinner or not, I write him back and ask that question. So, he writes me back telling me that he doesn't know what's up, he can't promise that he's even coming over, and don't "give up hope."
Uh, fuck you and the busted down donkey you rode into town on?
So, I wrote him back and suggested that, a.) it wasn't a hope thing, it was a hunger thing, and b.) I didn't care either way if he came over, I was inviting him over for HIS benefit, not mine.
No word since then.
The married guy came over this afternoon. He had requested (insisted) that I buy him some inhalants and some better lube, both of which purchases had cost me over $50 some weeks back. He is never too hot to go again, so I never know when to expect him. Thus, this expensive (and, to me, worthless) sexual support merchandise sat here gathering dust until his arrival today.
He popped in, and things started normally. However, they got very weird, very quickly. First, he wanted to be affectionate. Second, he wanted to KISS. Then, he let about 1/2 of the $43 bottle of inhalants drain out on the bed. On the silk duvet cover, the silk pillow sham cover and the sheets.
Smells great in my bedroom.
Maybe men just aren't the thing.
I guess I'm going to go watch a DVD. I wonder which one would be good for tonight.
Monday, Monday ver. 640.01
What a day! My "to do" list is whipping me like an errant galley slave, reluctant to pull on my oar. However, it is getting me through things neatly.
Have the white clothing in the dryer, have to go clean Ruby's windows, having some seminar activity at New Vision this afternoon, have a counseling session at 17:00 at New Vision, then home again. I think that Michael from North Carolina is coming over to spend a day or two to get away from his room mate.
Just had an email from Uncle Larry telling me that he's heard from a job resource in Houston. Oh, my. I'd feel like I had won the lottery if he moved back to Baghdad on the Bayou. Unfortunately, this is just a traveling gig and he'd just be flying around the universe on AAmerican's MD-83 fleet.
Time to clean the windows on Ruby, then fold up the laundry, get cleaned up and go meet this character at 2:15
Have the white clothing in the dryer, have to go clean Ruby's windows, having some seminar activity at New Vision this afternoon, have a counseling session at 17:00 at New Vision, then home again. I think that Michael from North Carolina is coming over to spend a day or two to get away from his room mate.
Just had an email from Uncle Larry telling me that he's heard from a job resource in Houston. Oh, my. I'd feel like I had won the lottery if he moved back to Baghdad on the Bayou. Unfortunately, this is just a traveling gig and he'd just be flying around the universe on AAmerican's MD-83 fleet.
Time to clean the windows on Ruby, then fold up the laundry, get cleaned up and go meet this character at 2:15
Sunday, September 11, 2005
a conversation with the minx
My sweet minx and I were chatting online, as we are wont to do, and I began to tell him the full story of Michael's visit last night. I then realized that I had not told that story here, and, rather than re-typing it, I thought I would merely transcribe same and reveal to everyone the Minx's special wit and magic.
DrDivo1: So, I had a man spend the night last night
The Minx: anyone i know?
DrDivo1: he's on gay.com ..
DrDivo1: his picture's on the blog
The Minx: ah
The Minx: i will investigate
DrDivo1: his name is michael
DrDivo1: a North Carolina boy
The Minx: whoo
The Minx: tasty
DrDivo1: he's powerful sexy
DrDivo1: I took him to dinner last night, and had n-o-t-h-i-n-g to talk to him about
DrDivo1: I think he was intimidated -
The Minx: by your vast intelligence
DrDivo1: anyway, he and I had planned the whole time that he would be spending the night (since he lives in Pasa-get-down-dena)
DrDivo1: and he fell asleep on the sofa nearly as soon as the movie started on the TV
The Minx: why do people live outstide the beltway it boggles my mind
DrDivo1: he's a.) living with an older gay man b.) in a totally crappy one bedroom apartment c.) doesn't have a job d.) isn't 'gay' e.) is a total hoot
DrDivo1: he and I talk on the phone for hours. When he got into the car and I took him to dinner, he got really shut down.
The Minx: sometimes it's a lot harder face to face
DrDivo1: anyway, after the movie ended, he bounded up off the sofa, ran into my bedroom, flopped down on the bed and said "this is where I'm sleeping, what about you?"
The Minx: how cute
DrDivo1: anyway, he wanted a massage. About ten minutes later, he was naked. W-O-O-F. Fuzzy from the hips to the ankles.
The Minx: looks like he's got a nice torso
DrDivo1: he does
DrDivo1: anyway, after I massaged him front and back (he never got erect, giving credence to the str8 assertion) he asked for a pair of shorts, and then crawled into bed. No snogging, but he was in constant body contact all night. This morning, he says 'you're great to sleep with."
The Minx: this new breed of man is truly strange
DrDivo1: he asked if he could move in
DrDivo1: well, he asked IF his room mate was still acting weird, could he "hang out with me for a few days"
DrDivo1: which is "new breed" speak for "can I move in?"
The Minx: i'm going to have to move in for a bit... it's aparently the thing to do
DrDivo1: (ROFL)
DrDivo1: anyway
DrDivo1: he was to come back over today, but he has again gone incommunicado
The Minx: definitely part of the new breed programming
DrDivo1: totally
DrDivo1: he's a hookah
DrDivo1: to men
DrDivo1: and bitches about it non-stop, because he says that men touching his body is annoying
The Minx: pulease
DrDivo1: however, he revealed last night (when he barricaded himself into the bed with pillows) that he first was living with/supported by a man when he was 18
DrDivo1: then, he ditched ALL the pillows
The Minx: and all his clothes!
DrDivo1: except for the black boxer briefs which he had donned
The Minx: ah
DrDivo1: then, he began to talk in his sleep and toss and turn all night, all the while making sure he was in constant body contact
The Minx: sounds like the man has issues
DrDivo1: I was just typing "he has issues"
DrDivo1: So, I had a man spend the night last night
The Minx: anyone i know?
DrDivo1: he's on gay.com ..
DrDivo1: his picture's on the blog
The Minx: ah
The Minx: i will investigate
DrDivo1: his name is michael
DrDivo1: a North Carolina boy
The Minx: whoo
The Minx: tasty
DrDivo1: he's powerful sexy
DrDivo1: I took him to dinner last night, and had n-o-t-h-i-n-g to talk to him about
DrDivo1: I think he was intimidated -
The Minx: by your vast intelligence
DrDivo1: anyway, he and I had planned the whole time that he would be spending the night (since he lives in Pasa-get-down-dena)
DrDivo1: and he fell asleep on the sofa nearly as soon as the movie started on the TV
The Minx: why do people live outstide the beltway it boggles my mind
DrDivo1: he's a.) living with an older gay man b.) in a totally crappy one bedroom apartment c.) doesn't have a job d.) isn't 'gay' e.) is a total hoot
DrDivo1: he and I talk on the phone for hours. When he got into the car and I took him to dinner, he got really shut down.
The Minx: sometimes it's a lot harder face to face
DrDivo1: anyway, after the movie ended, he bounded up off the sofa, ran into my bedroom, flopped down on the bed and said "this is where I'm sleeping, what about you?"
The Minx: how cute
DrDivo1: anyway, he wanted a massage. About ten minutes later, he was naked. W-O-O-F. Fuzzy from the hips to the ankles.
The Minx: looks like he's got a nice torso
DrDivo1: he does
DrDivo1: anyway, after I massaged him front and back (he never got erect, giving credence to the str8 assertion) he asked for a pair of shorts, and then crawled into bed. No snogging, but he was in constant body contact all night. This morning, he says 'you're great to sleep with."
The Minx: this new breed of man is truly strange
DrDivo1: he asked if he could move in
DrDivo1: well, he asked IF his room mate was still acting weird, could he "hang out with me for a few days"
DrDivo1: which is "new breed" speak for "can I move in?"
The Minx: i'm going to have to move in for a bit... it's aparently the thing to do
DrDivo1: (ROFL)
DrDivo1: anyway
DrDivo1: he was to come back over today, but he has again gone incommunicado
The Minx: definitely part of the new breed programming
DrDivo1: totally
DrDivo1: he's a hookah
DrDivo1: to men
DrDivo1: and bitches about it non-stop, because he says that men touching his body is annoying
The Minx: pulease
DrDivo1: however, he revealed last night (when he barricaded himself into the bed with pillows) that he first was living with/supported by a man when he was 18
DrDivo1: then, he ditched ALL the pillows
The Minx: and all his clothes!
DrDivo1: except for the black boxer briefs which he had donned
The Minx: ah
DrDivo1: then, he began to talk in his sleep and toss and turn all night, all the while making sure he was in constant body contact
The Minx: sounds like the man has issues
DrDivo1: I was just typing "he has issues"
Sunday evening freedom
Almost 18:00, and I have my evening free. Clearly, Michael is doing something else tonight, although it seemed that he wanted to come over when I dropped him off today.
Planning out the rest of the month tonight; added about fifteen items to my already overwhelming "to do" list. Whoops, more to add.
We have six loans in the pipeline for sure, and five more in some murky sort of status. I am asking that CP make those five more certain (well, four of the five, one's mine alone.) Closing twelve loans this month would be awesome, and it looks very do-able.
Mikey is off in Tennessee, checking out a job prospect. He'll be back on Wednesday, and then he moves on Saturday to his new apartment, which is just slightly west of BumFuck.
New Vision is just cooking. We had 17 today; and three of the new people that came suggested that they're going to be coming back. Next Sunday, we do our vision and treatment of how we want things to go and what we're creating in the future. My Sundays are going to be booked solid through February for sure. Prac class starts up again in a week.
Had an outstanding meeting with Chris and Claudia today; it looks like we're going to move forward with my concept to produce broadway musicals. That's a great thing.
Well, I think it's time to make a big bowl of fruit for dinner, and start watching some DVDs so I can send them all back.
Planning out the rest of the month tonight; added about fifteen items to my already overwhelming "to do" list. Whoops, more to add.
We have six loans in the pipeline for sure, and five more in some murky sort of status. I am asking that CP make those five more certain (well, four of the five, one's mine alone.) Closing twelve loans this month would be awesome, and it looks very do-able.
Mikey is off in Tennessee, checking out a job prospect. He'll be back on Wednesday, and then he moves on Saturday to his new apartment, which is just slightly west of BumFuck.
New Vision is just cooking. We had 17 today; and three of the new people that came suggested that they're going to be coming back. Next Sunday, we do our vision and treatment of how we want things to go and what we're creating in the future. My Sundays are going to be booked solid through February for sure. Prac class starts up again in a week.
Had an outstanding meeting with Chris and Claudia today; it looks like we're going to move forward with my concept to produce broadway musicals. That's a great thing.
Well, I think it's time to make a big bowl of fruit for dinner, and start watching some DVDs so I can send them all back.
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