Friday, December 17, 2004
Just gimmie the light, to spark the jo-oooh.....
So Im out wandering around last night, and this black dude, starts freaking.
"Sean Paul, Sean Paul... let me get an autograph, please man!" It took a minute to realize that he was talking to me.
"Sorry dude, you must have me confused with someone else."
"No way Dude" He went on. "Your Sean Paul!"
"Right. OKay!" I replied, yet he kept after me. "Well, You look just like him man"
"...that and $1.50 can get you bus fare - outta here" I thought was a clever comeback!
"No Come on dude, you look just like him. Man If I were you I would play that out." As we were right in front of Crobar. He's was like "watch this..." As he starts pushing his way toward the 'velvet ropes' yelling: "OK People make some room, Sean Paul is in the house, can you make some room for Sean Paul!!". Suddenly people started looking around, girls became excited, the big guys who controlled the ropes were intregued, the head (a55ho..) door guy with the clip board and the permanently snooty look frozen on his face almost smiled. He started singing some Sean Paul song "Just Gimmie the light, to spark the Jo..." For a moment I thought about going along, yet I was off to do something else and I really didnt feel up for celeberity impersonating! So I yelled to the dude who was busily marketing himself as one of Sean Pauls 'people' - "Dude Im outta here." Which this guy didnt miss a beat to capitalize on. "See now you done it, Sean is all mad and wont come into this club, can you give the man some respect...".
I wasnt really embarassed by this, just rather amused. A couple of young girls came up and asked me if I was Sean Paul, I smiled, and started down the street. Someone behind me yelled sing us a little something Sean. I paid no mind. My buddy, the promoter, started after me. "Come on man, we can do this."
"sorry dude" I replied. "I've got someplace to go - oh - oh" (in a mockery of the Sean Paul Song)
"Allright dude." He finally conceded. "We coulda been somebody."
"No Thanks, I already am!"
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
The E-Z Christmas Party!
Last night was "E-Z" Eddies Holiday Party. (E-Z Ed is a whole other story and frankly would need volumes of blogging to explain him, lets just say hes one of my more colorful friends!)
So I went to that Xmas party, and well these Cuban guys down here, they dont tend to drink BOURBON at all - in fact all they had along the whiskey lines was Johnny Walker - and while I love Bourbon and Jack Daniel's (cause Jack is NOT a bourbon - its a Tennessee Whiskey - Bourbon ONLY comes from Kentucky, and don't be telling no one in Tennessee that Tennessee and Kentucky are the Same thing now, y'hear!) Well, I CANT STAND SCOTCH!! Its gross. Tastes like licking copper. Only nastier! Bourbon on the other hand, has a smokey woodsy taste, Scotch is more like battery acid. At least to my so-called 'unrefined' palate. What do I know though Im a HICK from Rochester (NY)!
So anyways, I brought my own bottle of bourbon, besides goin' to a party right, one must bring something. Cant just show up empty handed! Boy did they have TONS of liquor there - shi* like JAGR - the big bottles of that - and beer galore, High end Vodkas - Goose, Belve., Aged Teq., Champagne, Rums galore, regular, dark, spiced, Jamaican. The point is that they had tons of liquor, and well, I brought my own!! Then of course I was drinking it, the way I usually do, on the rocks.
At first the bartender (oh yeah this party had bartenders and caterers - it was a VERY NICE party) well he pours me like a little dribble on the ice. I was like "Dude, save me some trips back here and put some bourbon in there - after all its my bottle right?" so he filled the glass. Well I drank that, another one, another, maybe a couple more, whatever. By the end of the evening, as I went back for another one and I saw that its down to about the last of the bottle there. So I rather matter-of-factly stated: "lot of people drinking the beam huh? Told you that you should have had more bourbon here!" The Bartender, smugly replied "no sir. only you are drinking bourbon." "Impossible!" I answered "That bottle is practically empty. I'm a lightweight. I cant drink that much...." well I guess I did. So That might explain why it feels like something exploded up in my head today, you know what I mean....
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I just read about a company known as Cyberkinetics Neurotechnology Systems (CNS) who has ACTUALLY developed a method by which they can convert HUMAN NEURO SIGNALS INTO ELECTRONIC DIGITAL SIGNALS.
NO THIS IS NOT SCIENCE FICTION!!
They implant a tiny chip into the BRAIN and its connected with some wires to a pedestal connector mounted onto the scalp, then the connector is attached to external processors. It then converts the Brains NEURAL signals into DIGITAL signals and relays them to a computer.
The system known as the "BrainGate Neural Interface System" allows someone to imagine moving thier arm, and the system then converts this into commands allowing someone to control the motion of a mouse.
The system was designed to help the handicapped or more precisely the paralyzed.
So far the system has helped 25 year old Matt Nagle, a quadriplegic, control a computer cursor, he can "click" on icons and even play "pong" (against one of the technicians.) And even check his e-mail!!
Eventually they hope to be able to improve on the system, and down the road graduate it into a way to control mechanical prosthetic devices.
This is truly remarkable and amazing stuff.
NOT SCIENCE FICTION - BUT REALLY HAPPENING.
Can Cyborgs be far off?
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Monday, December 13, 2004
Looks like we are rapidly approaching the end of another year.
2004 is just about through, and as I will be travelling for the holidays.
There looks like there wont be another weekend here in South Beach again for 2004.
So How did I spend one of the last weekends of this year.
Just about the same way I spend most of them. Out and about on South Beach.
Weekends like this past one get me down. Not that they should, but they do.
When something is eating away at you, and of course it leads you to question yourself. It really opens up a floodgate of just unhappy thoughts. While externally it may seem like its just another weekend. Internally to me it just was not, and so I will try to avoid the negative spin I might otherwise turn this little blurb into!
Oh yeah the whole weekend thing. Well lets just suffice it to say that this weekend had its roots in last weekend, and in the events of the week. Last weekend was so exceptionally wonderful, that it was almost impossible not to have a let down.
Lets just suffice it to say that Friday didnt go quite the way I had originally hoped it might. Thus instead of just sitting about moping, about this or that - I forced myself to get out there and recklessly try and improve my fortunes!
The evening started quietly enough meeting a friend at a bit of an 'underground' hang out, while that place was full of older folks, and might I add I was getting the attention of Ladies, which lets face it I have always been a bit of a favorite of the ladies who can remember WWII. I think that the younger generation just dont appreciate a good man as much as some octogenarians. No I am not kidding.
Falttering as it was to be the attention of some 'silver foxes' we quickly departed that place, and were off to our next hangout. Where we stopped the neighborhood pub. Where the Bartender there is well under the age to qualify for Social Security benefits, and is rather a favorite of mine. I had previously thought that perhaps she might be a bit interested in me as well. That alone made the evening productive in that my friend quickly clarified her attention to me was merely to increase the tip, and that she wasnt genuinely interested at all. I am thankful for that, as I tend to be completely oblivious and figure flirting IS interest. Like I said it was a relief to learn, albeit it didn't exacly raise my spirits either. From there it was off to more festive places, where the crowds were.
Crowds of young people and liquor and music. Oh what fun. For all but the morbidly depressed that is. Instead laughter seems to be directed at you. Glances from women, may actually be formed from interest, seem instead accusatory, or worse mocking. Its a mindset that is tough to overcome, and yet it was pervading my thoughts. I was struggling to push it back and as such was going from place to place in search of a familiar face. None was found, and perhaps I alienated a few others in the process.
How did the evening wind up, as so many others did.
Alone, Drunk and borderline disorderly.
Might have been better off sticking with the Octogenarians...
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
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With Velvet revolver and a fashion show to boot it was wonderful!
Kicked it off with a "happy hour" at Opium Lounge.
Couldnt be beat. Heres some Velvet Revolver Live pics (clockwise from left to rt)
Scott & Slash showin' "Its so Easy"
Scott barking into the trademark megaphone.
Slash solos out
"Duff" Slings the bass
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