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New York Pizza

No more New York Pizza. An email correspondent today advised me that it burned down on Monday night…

For those of you not in the know (which would be about 98% of you), New York Pizza was probably my favorite drinking establishment in Greensboro. It was a great place: a pizza joint with bar on a corner of Tate Street, UNCG‘s pathetic excuse for a college strip. It was dark and dumpy, it had a great jukebox, the pitchers were cheap, and there was always plenty of greasy stomach padding to be found…

But the best thing about the place was the crowd. It was one of those rare places which small cities seem to generate more readliy than big ones: an all-purpose joint where college kids, trailer trash, musicians, homosexuals, and burnouts sat and drank and talked and smoked. Usually with no problems, and often with a great deal of interaction among the different groups…

It was not a trendy place; in fact, it was little more than a dump, but it was usually a far more pleasant place to be than Greensboro’s dismal, tight-assed, disco queer bars or its assorted fratboy and redneck hangouts. In recent years, it had become the only bar left on Tate Street, not so much through gentrification, but more through the sanitizing influences of the nearby university, the fascist College Hill neighborhood organization, and a higher drinking age…

I’m told they’ll rebuild, but I have my doubts. Even if they do, it won’t be the same…

Randomly Friday

Dinner with Dan at the new In-n-Out Burger, followed by dessert at the semi-new Krispy Kreme. Cheap DVDs at Target and Tower. KBHK has cycled back into older (in other words, good) episodes of The Simpsons. A full Safeway Select Diet Grapefruit Soda in the refrigerator…

How could it get any better?

Oh yeah. I get to leave for Fresno in about thirteen hours to spend a belated Valentine’s Day weekend with Mark. Can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing right now. And I mean right now. Not in seventeen hours…

Tonight’s good mood has caused me to substitute this journal entry for the already-written (but never posted) “PG&E sucks and so does Muni” journal entry. Look for it at a later date, since I don’t envision my distaste for either of these two institutions going away anytime soon…

Home

Home from a slightly-belated Valentine’s Day weekend in Fresno with Mark. It was every bit as romantic and wonderful as I wanted. You know, of course, that I’ve scored the best boy in the world. And for those of you who are totally cheesed out by all MY mushiness lately too, well, tough. It’s probably gonna get worse…

But not tonight. There’s nothing but sleep in my immediate future. Especially since I left my toothbrush at Mark’s and don’t much feel like going to the all-night Walgreen’s at this point…

I feel a spurt of updates coming tomorrow (later today?) for the holiday, but I ain’t promising…

Five Years

I missed it. Yesterday was the five-year anniversary of the relationship between me and my current vehicle. It’s been a good car; it’s taken me cross-country a couple of times, not to mention on numerous other road trips, especially in the past few months. And it’s coped well with life in the hostile environs of San Francisco, where I’m regarded as subhuman by some just for owning it…

Here’s to five more years with my indestructible Corolla. Given my heavily-mortgaged heart and thyroid, it may HAVE to be five more years…

As much as I believe that “warm and sunny” is an overrated weather pattern, it sure is nice to have the windows open so I can air out the house today. Looks like a good weekend for Mark‘s visit. Maybe we’ll have to shag out on the deck…

Sunday Night

I hate Sunday nights. Just when I’m getting used to being curled up, comfy, and cozy from the weekend, I don’t get to be anymore. It’s right about now that those 189 miles seem like about a million…

But now I’m sort of grinning. And sort of tired. And sort of pondering putting that extra blanket on the bed to compensate over the next twelve days…

 

It was a good weekend: pizza and Quiz Show with Mark, Dan, and Jamie on Friday night; record stores, subways, Escape from New York, and Ethiopian food with Mark on Saturday; and the post Chinese New Year street festival in Chinatown today. And then there was this morning’s blue breakfast, but that’s a story for another time when there are pictures…

Wow. Tad’s has a website now. Cool. And it’s less than six months ’til this year’s birthday bash. Mark your calendars…

Pretty Pictures

In the spirit of adding new content without having actually to write anything new, I’ve added a few jounal entries from the past year which, for one bad reason or another, never made it to the front page. Some of them were rants, some were updates for which I didn’t yet have pictures, etc. Just to make it fun, I’m not going to say where they are either…

You can also see some recent pictures which, for one reason or another, never made it to their respective places in journal entries. Of course, the biggest reason is that I didn’t get around to capturing the pictures until the journal entries were already way old. I’ll probably move them where they need to go soon…

Duncan’s Stunning New Brolly, West Portal, SF

Mark and Rick, West Portal, SF

Randomly Thursday

It’s turned out to be a seriously hectic week and I never quite expected that. And it may be a fairly hectic weekend too. Oh well. It will help keep my mind off where I won’t be…

On the agenda:

  • Working on a new site, and maybe doing some preliminary work on another new one too.

  • Shooting a solution containing boric acid directly into my right eye. Several times.
  • Catching up on long-neglected email.
  • Laundry and severe spring cleaning.
  • A blood-letting tomorrow so that I can learn that my condition hasn’t really changed much since the last one.
  • Definitely a movie break on Saturday night.
  • Popping downstairs and smashing in some idiot’s windshield if his car alarm doesn’t shut the fuck up really soon.

Oh God. I’m Charlotte Flax from “Mermaids” too. There has to be some significance here, but since I’ve never seen the movie, I won’t take a stab at what it might be…

Which Winona Are You?

Thanks to Mark via Sarah. Or vice versa. Y’know, you two really need to meet at some point…

Sick

I finally got it. By that I mean this chest cold and flu-ish thing everyone I work with seems to have. And I want to thank them all personally for coming into work contageous. Really…

It came suddenly, over about three hours this morning. Since I’m not allowed to take anything for this, I’ll just sweat out the fever, the chills, the aches, and the cough which makes it all about ten times worse. I started by sleeping (sort of) for about four hours this afternoon. I may do so again tonight and tomorrow…

I’m not pleasant to be around when I’m this sick. Especially when there’s not a bloody thing I can do about it…

Find A City

Major US cities I’d most like to live in if family, climate, and economy were not factors:

  • Chicago

  • Baltimore
  • Boston
  • Seattle
  • Portland
  • Detroit
  • Pittsburgh

Major US cities I’d probably consider living in given the right set of inducements:

  • Los Angeles
  • Minneapolis
  • Atlanta
  • Washington
  • Richmond
  • Denver
  • Kansas City
  • New York
  • Philadelphia

Major US cities I can’t imagine ever wanting to live in:

  • Phoenix (or anyplace in Arizona)
  • Miami (or anyplace in Florida)
  • San Diego
  • Houston (or anyplace in Texas)
  • Salt Lake City (or anyplace in Utah)
  • Norfolk – Virginia Beach
  • Albuquerque (or anyplace in New Mexico)
  • Oklahoma City (or anyplace in Oklahoma)
  • Nashville
  • Las Vegas (or anyplace in Nevada)