Things (And People) I Don't Like (A Lot)

Dick Armey
David Gregory as host of Meet The Press
Christane Amanpour as host of This Week
The new Sports reporter on Channel 4,who I refuse to watch. I don't even know his name. When he comes on I switch to Channel 7 News
The conservative right
Newt Gingrich
The emphasis on celebrities who are famous only for being famous
The Kardashians
The success of Jersey Shore and the emptyheaded louts that star in the show
The inability of Dominicans to confront the truth
Team Coco
Jimmy Fallon
The fact that Charmin Basic Toilet Paper is now made of much thinner paper
Ali Velshi

Anonymity Vs. Face To Face

An observation:

Dominicans are as rude as they can be when they think that they are anonymous. You see it every day in how they drive.
And yet, in face to face situations they always pretend to be well mannered. I first noticed this at the Poker table.
The biggest theiving scumbag comes to the table and what does he do first? Why, of course, he walks around the table,warmly greeting each player with a
hello followed by a "sincere" handshake. This same guy will later try to steal chips from
his neighbor's stack if possible. I was reminded of this disparity today. Massiel asked me to go with her for an appointment with her doctor. His office was in the hospital on the fifth floor, which means that you have to take the elevator.
As people got on what quickly became a crowded elevator they tried to personally greet each occupant. All that was missing was the handshake.

Sorry

Sorry I don't know how to edit out the stuff on the right hand side. An album called "Let Me Touch Him" featuring 4 ministers somehow seems inappropriate to me.

I Am A Very Lucky Man

I found Massiel.


(That is not the original post, but this blog is subject to censorship and it got censored.)

On A Serious Note

I really agree with the ideas expressed here:

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/opinion/22rich.html?_r=1&emc=eta1

Bull Leaps Into Bullring Stands In Spain, 40 Hurt

Good.

Too bad it was only the people in the stands. Had he gotten a couple of the matadors that would have been even better.

Thanks For The Memories, Boys

These are my two cats Harry (top) and QD. Tonight they did something that brought back memories from the early 1970s. I worked, at the time, with a guy by the name of Ron Scala. Ron had a girlfriend named Jay. Ron used to do a lot of cocaine and he never used to like to share it with anyone, no less his girlfriend. It's the kind of a drug that when you have it, you don't really want to share. Jay was always checking Ron's clothing to see if he had any with him, but after a while he got too smart for that and he always made sure that if he had any, that it was hidden. She knew he was getting high, but she couldn't prove it. Until, that is, she developed the fool proof test. Jay discovered that if she stuck her finger in Ron's nose and then tasted her finger that she would be able to tell, by the little freeze her tongue would get that he had done some coke.

QD sometimes bullies Harry, especially when it comes to food. Tonight I wanted to give Harry a special treat, without giving any to QD. I wanted him to feel special. When QD was in the bedroom I closed the door and went to the kitchen to get the special cat treats that I keep in the house. Harry was scared to eat them because right away QD started to make noise. QD could tell from the sound of the package, through the door, what I was doing. It took a lot of coaxing to get Harry to eat them and even then after he took a piece I had to coax him to take another. Finally we finished and I opened the bedroom door. A la Jay, QD went up to Harry and licked his mouth, checking for the telltale scent or taste of food.

You Got A Problem With The Repairs We Made To Your Car?

I think our name about tells the whole story





Fuck You, OKAY?

It Depends On How You Look At It

If you see the yellow as the background you can easily see the Batman Logo. However, when I first saw this logo on a T-Shirt I didn't see it that way. I was in California when I first saw this T-shirt. I was in a very hip boutique shopping for styles to knowk off. I can't remember the name of the store but it was very fashion forward. They had this T-shirt on sale long before the Batman movie was due for release. I loved the shirt. Since I was looking at it and seeing the black as the background to me it looked like a big open mouth with teeth on the top and the bottom. I wore it home and told Bonnie that I bought it because it reminded me of her and she said, "I remind you of Batman?"

Until she said it, I never knew.

Improperly Named TV Program

I am currently playing in two online Poker tournaments. Playing well in tournaments is kind of boring. Massiel is watching TV and I am dividing my time between the TV and the computer. The program Massiel is watching is obviously modeled after the US program "America's Got Talent" which was copied in London as "England's Got Talent" and I would imagine by countless other countries. There are people dancing in groups. They are awful, in almost every performance someone is out of step with the others.The three judges are normally very laudatory of the performances. Once in a while one of them doesn't have anything nice to say so she doesn't say anything. There is one judge who never saw a bad dance group, and probably wouldn't recognize talent if she saw it. She gives high scores, 8s, 9s, and the occasional 10. The name of the show is Aqui Se Habla Espanol.

I would have called it "Dominicans Have No Talent".

Check This Out, Carefully

I should start by saying that I can't stand Joan Rivers. A long time ago she was funny, but I don't appreciate her sense of self importance, and once you don't like someone it is difficult to find them funny. She normally looks as though her surgically constructed face is melting. In going to check out David Lettermans monologue I came across this picture and was struck by its resemblance to the Joker as played by Jack Nicholson in the first Batman movie. To really appreciate the likeness click on the photo twice, to make it as large as possible. It's the exact same mouth they gave the Joker, just made up a little differently.

My Favorite Spot

Hispaniola is a beautiful island. There are gorgeous views all over the island. My personal favorite, so far, is a hill that is located on the road to Puerto Plata. Massiel and I went to Maimon for seafood last week and we passed the hill. This time I stopped and took pictures.

I Can't Believe That I Eat Here, But I Do And It's Great

Parada Johan in Maimon

Today I Needed Some Space

I qualified for two large Poker tournaments on Party Poker. Both were FreeRoll tournaments and both had pretty substantial first place prizes. One paid $8000 for first place with only 480 entries and the other paid almost $4000 for first place, but it had 6500.
I told Massiel that since one started at 1:30 and the other at 2:00, I would probably be busy most of the day and I suggested that she plan to do something outside, so that she wouldn't be bored watching me play all afternoon. I lasted until 2:10 (in the 2:00 tourney) and until 2:15 in the earlier one.
It's 5:20. She is still out and I am posting on my blog.

The Thinker

A couple of years ago there was a Poker player who was a regular at the Almirante Poker game. Everybody called him Pensador(Thinker). I never think of Dominicans as appreciating the art of sarcasm, so I never really understood how he got the name. The guy was as dumb as a wall, and a horrible Poker player, to boot. He was awful, clueless, and very vain. When he would win, he would put this look on his face like he was better than everyone else. I guess it was a look of pride. He would win a lot of hands every night but, as with most players who play too many hands, he generally lost money every time he played. I guess what was important to him was that he got to make his "I'm Superior to you" face.
The other night I was playing at the Almirante and I happened to think of him and wondered why I hadn't seen him. When I was told the answer, I replied, "Don't kid me, where is he". The person I asked swore that what he had told me was the truth. The answer I was given was that he had been arrested for stealing cows, and was currently in jail.

Perfect

Our Neighbors, A Truly Special Class Of People

Listen to this and you will understand:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTGc_oLgwGY

Why I Slept Like Shit Last Night

I have some nasal problems that sometimes inhibit my ability to sleep through the night. Add to that the following and you'll understand why I am a little tired today:

I wasn't really tired but knew that I had to get up early to drive Massiel to work this morning, so at about 12:00 A.M. I tried to go to sleep. I have this breathing "trick" that I use that puts me to sleep no matter how tired I am.

1:30 First time I woke up. I was sleeping on the "wrong" side and consequently was breathing through my mouth, which got very dry. Got up and had some chocolate ice cream to refresh my mouth. Back to sleep.

2:30 "Wrong side again". Ate a brownie, while watching Poker After Dark and then fell asleep again.

3:45 Received a phone call. I had no idea what the language the caller was speaking, but it was the wrong number, regardless. Didn't eat.

In addition I had some weird dreams not necessarily in this order:

I dreamt that I was in Manhattan, trying to park my car, saw that I had passed a couple of spaces, as apparently had the guy behind me. As we both were going backwards really fast, he stopped quickly, and I smashed into him and then he ran away from the stolen car he was driving.
I dreamt that I was in my apartment, again in the city and I heard a loud noise and looked out my window. There was a helicopter landing on an aircraft carrier that was parked outside my window.
I was in a foreign country with a friend. We knew that when it was time to leave that we would have to take several flights to get home. After the first flight, while we were waiting for our first connection we found out that the flight had been cancelled with no replacement flight listed. Then another friend came to tell us where we had to go to find out about making a connection, but my friend convinced me not to go. We sat there and smoked cigarettes. I am 2 years, 4 months, and 22 days without smoking (but who's counting) but I still dream about it. I don't remember any more about this dream.

As you can see, I was too busy to sleep well last night.

Conversations With My Beloved Part 3

MB: (on telephone) OK. I am ready to leave. Can you come pick me up at Carolina's house.

Me: Sure. Where does she live.

MB: I don't know.

My Alter Ego

Not My Idea, But It Sure Gets My Vote, Part 1

My Hypothesis:

Some is capturing douchebags....tagging them.....

Part 2

...And releasing them back into the wild.

The Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent

No they haven't. I have just forgotten them.

The other title I thought of for this post was "Early Sex Stories"

There was a girl who worked as a waitress at a bar that I hung out at when I first moved to Manhattan. The bar was called Mike Malkan's. It had a very preppy crowd. I can see her in front of me, but I can't remember her name. I was probably about 22. One night I asked her out. Out in those meant going somewhere to fuck. I had the perfect place. My father's business, which I was running since he had gotten sick had a great office with a really large, comfortable, green leather couch. We got started and before I knew it we were ready for the main course. I, of course, was not a great lover at that point. I got in her and realized that I was ready to come. I said, "Don't move" to her, but it was already to late. So, naturally, I looked at her and said, "You moved". That became her standard greeting for me whenever she saw me after that.


Stephanie lived with her parents in an apartment in the Apthorp building on Broadway and 79th St. The Apthorp is one of the most magnificent apartment buildings in the city. Nora Ephron wrote a short essay about living there and how grand it was. Stephanie's parent's apartment was enormous. If I remember correctly it was about 4 bedrooms with a formal living room, separate dining room and the biggest kitchen I have ever seen. Anywhere. Her room was right across the hall from her parent's room in the back of the apartment so if we wanted to fool around we used her brother's room which was all the way in the front. That way no one could hear us. One day we were fooling around and I had my penis out, while still having my pants on. All of a sudden she said, "Oh no, my brother is home." So I quickly closed my zipper only there was something stuck in it. I ran into the bathroom, quietly screaming in pain still stuck in the zipper. I waited a minute or two, in amazing pain, waiting to figure out what to do. Stephie came in and said that she had been mistaken, her brother had not come home. At this point I didn't care. I was stuck in my zipper. I will spare you the details but I just want to point out that the worst part was not being stuck. The worst part was knowing that I was going to have to unzip my zipper to get myself out.

Andy Grossman lived in the Fleetwood Section of Mount Vernon, where I was brought up. One day, in our Junior year he came to school all smiles. He had gotten laid by his house cleaner. The next day invited a bunch of us over to share. We did.

I will never forget this name, The Scott. It was an apartment building on 103rd Street in Manhattan where there were hookers. I think I went there with some high school fraternity brothers in my Junior year of high school.