subway subversive

Augusten on the CBC

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:05:00 +0000

Meta much?

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 19:27:00 +0000

Tonight on the train home the conductor was one of those overly enthusiastic ones, the kind that throw in flourishes like "The next stop is the first stop in Brooklyn," the kind that at 2am you wish would just shut the f up. He totally distracted my train of thought, about how various things have been making me think about this blog again, in contravention of a certain blogger's rules of blogging, and how the fact that I'm thinking about it and creating in general is probably a side effect of stopping this medication (violation #2)?

It might also be that it is my birthday weekend and the thoughts about the start of a new chapteryear that dredges up. My birthday presents to you...

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:15:00 +0000

Health Benefits Inspire Rush to Marry, or Divorce - NYT

"With health insurance out of reach for many, obtaining coverage is factoring into the decision for more couples."

Wait, who's trivializing marriage?

Place your holiday orders now

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 21:02:00 +0000

The Bacon Alarm Clock.

Current best Spam Subject line

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 22:21:00 +0000

"Switzerland to be devoured by black hole" - it totally hits my nerdly and paranoid concern about CERN.

Boss from hell

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:39:00 +0000

Congressman, mayoral candidate, needs to learn to take a pill

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 03:38:00 +0000

Fred Armisen is the worst choice ever to do the Barack impersonation.

Guessing...

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:36:00 +0000

Can you guess where I was last week, based on these pictures? It's somewhere where the word ramp has an additional meaning.

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 23:30:00 +0000

Sometimes, at Nowhere bar, I'm very confused about the music selection. Occasionally. Then I remember the bartenders are probably ten years younger than me.

Now I can say I'm a post-op (hot tranny mess)

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 00:33:00 +0000

So I'm unemployed again. I will say nothing here about what happened, for legal reasons.

But that gives me a boatload of time on my hands. I am not hurting for money at the moment, so I'm actually somewhat relaxed, since I don't have to rush around trying to find a job tomorrow. Plus, there's a recession on, so no use bashing my head against the wall right now.

I will unfortunately have to move to a place with cheaper rent. It's a shame, since my roommate is never around. I moved in and 12 days later he went out of town for almost 3 months. He came back for 5 days, and then left again without telling me. I think it's been 3 weeks this time. But he's crazy loud when he's in town, and the most anal roommate I've ever had.

Oh, to find a studio for 750 a month. Doesn't exist, alas.

I also left work the week before I had hernia repair surgery. A word to the wise. It f'ing hurts. More pain after the surgery, but at least I won't have a time bomb of gangrene in my guts. Coughing and then having to scream while on percocet was interesting.

This time, however, I will do my darnedest to stay in New York. If I can manage to pull $5k out of my nethers, I'll be going back to school to finish my degree. Hopefully in the fall. We'll see. Any fundraising suggestions other than MaryKay are welcome, at subversief atsign Gee-eM-A-eyeI-elL point com

Compare and contrast

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:22:00 +0000

Why I am not voting for Hillary

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 21:00:00 +0000

Hillary voted to authorize the war in Iraq, without having read the intelligence briefing first. She also voted for the PATRIOT Act, stripping me of my civil liberties. Twice.

Multimedia message

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 17:05:00 +0000

Multimedia message
Originally uploaded by the subversive

New York finally has real barbecue, Texas style, at Hill Country in Chelsea/Flatiron. By Texas standards, it's expensive, but what do you expect in New York? The brisket doesn't even need sauce. My friend and I stuffed ourselves silly, (they even import sausage from one of the more well-known bbq joint from one of the bbqtowns that we Austinites grew up driving out to on the weekends.) The sides are only decent, the sauce tasted like HP sauce(not authentic), and I wish they had imported some Shiner Bock beer, if they were going for Austin authentic. Also, the white bread (for sopping up grease and sauce) was too nice. It's supposed to be Wonder bread. But I will going back again and again, for my own special brand of comfort food.

Doesn't make me feel safer

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 14:39:00 +0000

New York Plans Surveillance Veil for Downtown

Privacy is Subversion, says Big Brother

subbing in a room

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 02:28:00 +0000

I'm camped in this room, location Williamsburg, while the beehive of a house with 7 people goes on outside my open door. I tried piping from in here, but they can't hear me, which affords me the change to just shut up for once, and listen. Group dynamics are so fun, especially when you can invent your own subtexts.
Today it hit me that I won't be living with all these Texan friends, my replacement family, after Saturday, which is a strange sense of mental and emotional weightlessness. (Even though I'm only going to be 10 minutes away.) The new roommates seem cool, and there's a garden there. I might have just 'arrived.' In Williamsburg, the one part of Brooklyn I was always sure was not for me. All of my co-workers wrinkled their noses when I told them I was leaving Prospect Heights, since being anti-hip is hip right now.

See also: for you to listen to:

1) a mash-up.
2) a funkish groove.

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Wed, 02 May 2007 04:52:00 +0000

In other important world shattering news, apparently another sign of the apocalypse is that my sex life, as random and intermittent as it may be, is beginning to resemble porn. In the basement of a neighborhood apartment building with the (incredibly cute) super. On a ladder of an art gallery with the gallery owner. You'd brag too, right?

from the holy crap files

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 22:37:00 +0000

Global crop failure coming, may be due to cellphones.

I said...

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 15:59:00 +0000

"There are no men in my life. Besides the quasi-regular sex things, which I am tiring of. Because when you have meaningless sex with the same person over and over you start to become very aware of their technical failings. If you're a Virgo."

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:26:00 +0000

this is not me, but some young gayling in Brooklyn.

betch

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sat, 10 Feb 2007 16:40:00 +0000

Talking during a live show? When it's in a small room? When you're a professed fan? Who raised you? STFU.

Scrambled brains!

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:51:00 +0000

Unexpectedly, Saturday, I was able to recapture something I hadn't had since I was 22. There's been a lot of vowels floating around these parts lately, and it's been nice, but mild. Given an underground dance fest around the corner from my house, a cold rainy almost snowy night, and the impulse to be bad, no, really really bad, I just went with it, stocked up, took a nose dive into the deep end of the pool. Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Peace pipe passed around and - oh wait, that's it, and the third one hasn't hit me yet. I lost an hour there somewhere, and came to my senses around 5. Whee! I remember ogling a variety of men, and I was probably for once past my usual inhibitions to look like I was interested enough, but also incoherent enough to not complete the task. Ah well. At some point I realized my skin had been replaced by silk....

My 2006

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 18:08:00 +0000

Since the dawn of ~~time~~ blogs, there has been a tradition of looking back on the construct of the year past to reflect. Must be something in all the turkey we've just eaten in two sanctioned gluttony fests. Ever a gleeful participant in conformity, I give you my own surrender to the same convention, highlights style:

Six from '06 for which I am thankful:

I moved back to New York. Because it's where I'm obviously meant to be.
I found a permanent job. Hooray! I like it, and it might just be influencing my future course in a positive way. I work in an environment of people I like, even if as in every workplace there are politics and "histories." My employer has a long history of doing the right thing, so my soul is content with what I do. Amazing what that can do for your outlook on life, especially if you think too much like I do.
I have a stable living situation. After floor and futon surfing, a one week notice to move, smokey dirty drunkards loft living, I've landed in a nice apartment with stable roommates in Prospect Heights, which is my favorite neighborhood. It might not be forever, but it's a start.
I've connected with a new circle of friends who I fall in love with more every day. they're creative, zany without being insane/mental, and into all sorts of new experiences as well. Plus the core group lives together, so we have a place to hang.
I still have my core group of New York friends in my life.
All this stability is making me like myself even more every day. My thirties have been an adventure, but I feel like I am getting somewhere at 35.

I wonder with next year's Seven will be?

December blahs

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 21:18:00 +0000

Who said a blog had to be updated regularly, anyway?

I am wide and wired awake, buzzing brained from the new round of the old meds I put myself back on this week. I've just been staring at the monitor at work, surfing instead of tackling the thousands of small projects I should be getting done. When I get home, I've been staring at the crappy cable (I hate Cablevision) all night. Things in my life are pretty darn good in most arenas, but I've been noticing days where it's nigh on impossible to leave the house. I'm also not getting any joy out of new social situations, as several recent party experiences have proven. I think I might have been perused and friendlied up at the office 'holiday' party and all I was doing was pulling cold and distant.

And my love for New York has been feeling more like a cold fact than a warm passion, even when I do something cool and amazing like hitting the galleries of Chelsea.

So it's time to recognize the seasonal downshift and take steps to remedy it. I guess I need to think of it as a necessary annual course of treatment.

Keith Olbermann statement of truth, Hacking Democracy

noreply@blogger.com (de subversief) — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 20:09:00 +0000

Olbermann's Special Comment (11/1/06) on Vimeo

Did anyone else watch Hacking Democracy on HBO? At least I don't feel like a conspiracy theorist anymore. Call it a sliver of silver lining.