The day starts rough.

I am still suffering from this damn illness. The symptoms have changed, and hopefully I am on the mend, but I still feel bad. The headache is gone but so is my voice, and I feel a little queasy all the time, plus I haven't had any appetite since at least Friday. So with all that going on you can imagine getting up for work is a little bit of a challenge. But I did it, and only about 5 minutes behind schedule. But when I got out of the elevator in my building I realized that I had left without my belt. Then it got worse, on the subw

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I miss Chinatown

I haven't been down to Chinatown in a long time, and I really miss it. I love Chinatown, it is so busy and exotic. Everybody wants to get down to Chinatown, you can tell because there is always a line to get out of the subway. In the olden days that whole area was Jewish, but I bet it wasn't ever that interesting or fun. Maybe tomorrow or on Sunday I will find some time to head down there. It will make my life a little better.

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The Reagans were the best First Family

This video is about 7 minutes long, and is truly worth watching

I don't feel so good

I feel terrible, I have a cough and a terrible headache. Everytime I cough, it feels like I am getting whacked right on the top of my skull with a sledge hammer. I also got a job this week. I will write more when I feel better.

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This is how it should be

Many people arent interested in he future of geopolitical economics, and arent interested in long winded boring interviews about the rising giants of the global South Like Brazil, China, and India. Watch this all the way until the end, and you will see that this is the way to show this kind of news.

I feel like I am going to Barf

I was standing on the platform, strategically looking for the place that would provide the best chance of getting a seat when the train arrived. As it pulled into the station I could see that the first car was fairly empty as it whizzed by, a good sign, then the second car came into view. It was pretty full which was a terrible sign, from the second car on all of them were full, not just full, but packed. As profanity rolled around in my head at this misfortune, the train slowed to a stop and right in front of me was a basically empty car. Praise Jesus. The doors opened, I stepped on and almost puked. The worlds most god awful stench had found its way into this carriage of hell. Fuck you Jesus. The bile was creeping its way up my esophagus to the back of my throat, if I didn't do something soon, it was going to make its way to the floor. Just then the train pulled into the next station, and like rats fleeing a sinking ship everyone in that aromatically doomed subway car moved to others on the train. This horrible stink was so unbearable it could not be explained from a homeless guy using himself as a bathroom and not showering not even if someone had gone years without changing clothes and defecting on themselves, after reflection, the homeless guy sleeping in the corner must have been dead, and he must have been dead for a while too. So here it is about 24 hours after the experience and I still feel like heaving every so often. I had nightmares last night, and I can't stop thinking about the dignity of that dead homeless guy, I bet he deserved better than being a rotten hunk of meat covered in his evacuate.

Umbrellas

I have despised and feared umbrellas for years, I viewed them as unnecessary and dangerous. I am a little over 5'9", mere millimeters taller than the average American male. The average American female stands just under 5'4". Now my eyes are about 5' and seven inches off the ground that is the identical height that the pointy ends of an erect umbrella's ribs are when held by your typical American lady. So you can imagine that Everytime it rains it was just an opportunity to make a Micah's eye kebob. Plus growing up in a suburban environment umbrellas are hardly necessary as you jump from your car to the store. I loathed umbrellas, I recoiled from their very presence, that is until tonight. Some where in the last year of urban living I acquired a small umbrella. As I contemplated the statistical chances I would be caught out in the rain at some point I came to accept the evil necessity of owing the this wretched accessory. When my Aunt Floie offered me and umbrella I reluctantly accepted. It was a small all black affair except for one gray panel with the name of the Claridge Casino and Hotel embroidered in cursive on that gray panel. It was small and black (a color the New Yorkers love, which is a detriment to their culture) and fit nicely in my city bag so I hung it on the door of my closet waiting for a time when I might be so desperate for rain protection that I would break down and us the vile thing. Well that time was today, as I left the house the forecast claimed a driving rain but outside it was clear and sunny. I shoved the umbrella in my bag and off I went. Well it started raining, and raining hard, I whipped out the umbrella, at first I was stymied in my attempt to deploy the fabric canopy, until I remembered THE BUTTON. With the button firmly depressed beneath my thick thumb a beautiful transformation took place, the ugly caterpillar spread its wings and became a butterfly, the umbrella opened and majestically and forcefully kept me dry. It was a little bit of a battle to keep the umbrella under control as it had become an airfoil in the light breeze but that is where my years of experience as an aviator came in handy, after a few minutes I had the thing under control . You would have never known it was my first time driving it. I can't say I am one hundred percent cured of my aversion umbrellas, but today there was a new détente in my relationship with umbrellas.

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