CunningLinguist

i was driving home from dropping the boy chick off at school when i heard an  ad for the local paper, what had me bemused was the closing tag. it`s the same tag line we used in jamaica for the newspaper campaign i did.

it wasn`t plagiarism because before today i`d never heard it, hell before this weekend i didn`t know the tennessean existed. but somehow two people came up with the exact same idea to sell a newspaper.

i haven`t been seriously looking for a job yet. no point really until i have my work authorisation in hand but we did fill out an application form for the apartment that we like. tonight we crunch the numbers and see what we can and cannot live without.

my resume is up to date and i`ve been applying for stuff i see online, but i haven`t started whore myself out yet. you know dropping resume and portfolios hoping for a bite. i`m hoping not to have to resort to that, but we`ll see.

otherwise i`m fighting the flu. yep it took me a week i now have the flu, running nose and hacking cough and all. i`m riding it out, just to make sure i can build up a drug free resistance to whatever strain this is. obviously the paltry version of the flu from the caribbean is no match for these super germs.

we got busted twice this weekend. the joys of a noisy bed and a concerned child. it was hilarious. there was no barging in just a consistent knock on the door and queries as to what was making all that noise.

as i`m typing this i`m still laughing. it`s been like that. we`ve been getting in a rhythm as a family and this is part of it. before last tuesday, our coital activities thus far have been without the presence of anyone underage. we`re learning to acclimatise.

today is my first official day as a house husband, i`m meeting vic for lunch to continue the apartment hunt, then i have to pick up the boy chick after school and then vic after work, in between all this there is laundry to be done and more apartment hunting.

i can`t say much more other than how natural it all seems. i`m comfortable, i`m happy. my work authorisation went off this morning and hopefully i should get my receipt by next week and i can start looking more assiduously for a job.

everyone have been very nice to me, except for that idiot the first day and the dmv and i`m letting that slide. the woman at the insurance office give me a number for a friend of her husband`s who runs a graphic shop. and i have this web development project. all in all things are moving into place.

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well just a peek.

we`ve been busy [get your mind out of the gutter] but there`s been that too. it took me two days of bureaucracy to get a driver`s license. but i`ve got it, i`m insured on the car and i have some health insurance. i have a meeting about a job tomorrow [well later in the morning]

there are stories to tell but we`ve been driving for 5 hours and we`re beat.

vic says i do the worse willie nelson impression on earth. i know i don’t have a singing voice so i might just have to agree with her. i had intended to type this in the comfort of my own [well my mother’s] adobe before i left this morning. but as it stands or sits, i’m at piarco international airport sitting about 15 feet from my departure gate, sucking power but no broadband connection for the airport.

in a series of ever interesting overlaps i spent my day yesterday, well theoretically it’s still today, because i haven’t slept yet, getting my hair done. neat dreadlocks and facelift in one fell swoop. my hair has been tightened [toit, toit like a tiger] so i no longer have the dreaded ‘fro dread, where the new growth hovers around the base of your existent locks forming a small afro.

so i got that done. ran around like a headless chicken for an hour, had a beer and an exceedingly late lunch with an online friend, went and moved my mother’s new washing machine, then went to deliver my daughter’s birthday present.

she seems thrilled, well not as much about the bob marley cd, but she’s twelve and there is really no accounting for taste at that age. this is the same age group that drives the careers of britney and that ilk. we hung out, i helped with homework. it felt good.

after this it was more races as my mother volunteered my fix a friend’s [of hers] printer. luckily it was just cleaning the print nozzles and we out of there in no time. i came home grabbed a shower and it was out the door again to check on my ride to the airport. she bailed, i need more male friends. it’s a little much to ask, especially in these times. she needed to get out of bed and come pick me up by three am and still had to drive home alone after that.

the pig [it’s a term of endearment, we swear], organised a going away soiree for me and i arrived fashionably late. but it was hilarious. this is why i like these people, smart, funny and crass. lewd jokes and conversation were the order of the night. but the hour drewth late and the skies did pour and no one did drive and we had no way of making our escape, so we called a cab who did not arrive until late and i realised that it would be at this rate the same to take me to the airport. so i made one trip of it. and i had to hustle.

it’s a good thing i’m an anal retentive, the only thing i had to pack was the laptop bag and the clothes i took off. i had space at the top of one bag for those and the laptop bag is meant to be packed on the fly. so i here i sit, all checked in, waiting, in my second to last airport. we’ve come a long way baby.

i’m still sitting here, still haven’t slept much. and they’ve switched the gate and the flight is late. i’m in too good a mood to let this stress me out.

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i am exhausted.

between getting hijacked by the airline last night, hanging out with one of my best friends last night, then staying up and chatting with my mom until some ungodly hour, then up early this morning, getting my hair washed, hanging out with one of my girls and attending a wedding reception.

now i`m going to crash on the couch and hopefully make it through to the end before falling asleep.

this is the first time i`m flying into DC but i`ve been there before under a very interesting set of circumstances too.

in 1998, i took a hiatus from my job and went to NY and interned at an art gallery in the east village for six weeks. while i was there i managed my editor in trinidad and the pr company for the tibetian freedom concert that my coverage would be a good thing. i think this story is more interesting that the one i submitted.

so after much back and forth between my editor and the pr company, i was told to pick up my tickets at the will call window of rfk stadium in dc. at this point i had no idea how i was getting there, limited financial resources, no idea where i was staying [it was a two day concert], but i was going. two days of the best performers, i had camera, i had notebook, it was free, i just need to get there. it was all part of the grand adventure.

i work out the cheapest way for me to get there was by bus. getting there was no big. now here was the rub, i had no idea where i was, where the stadium was or the distance between the two. luckily i ran into the two kids, i can`t even remember their names now, but they couldn`t have been older than 16.

they like me, were from out of town and just as clueless, but we decided to pool our meagre resources and took a cab to the stadium, the ride itself seemed straightforward and took about 35 minutes. keep this in mind, because it`s pivotal to our hero`s tale.

when we got to the stadium, we split up while i went to get my passes and find a vantage point to take in the day`s performances. i can`t remember most of the acts that crossed the stage that day with the exception of dave matthews. typing this i have goosebumps. he was amazing and the most spectacular cover of all along the watchtower.

there are pictures, somewhere, i know there are and when vic and i finally unpack my copious amounts of crap, i`ll scan and post them. this was pre-digital days.

after dave, i wandered around taking pictures writing notes, pondering my budget and how i was going to eat and not get dehydrated on the money i had. suddenly, i noticed a flux of people with passes similar to mine heading into an enclosed area, i had found the holy land, nirvana, the press tent.

perhaps i should explain, at an event with this many stars, this volume of international press coverage and managed by a pr firm, a press tent is an oasis in the desert. it usual means, phones, internet, food and drink. and i was right.

i got bumped by someone famous who was exiting an interview, but at that point it didn`t matter, i had shelter, i had food and i had what passed in those days for highspeed internet connection. i didn`t have a story to file, but i could just sit and enjoy the cool and watch the event on the monitors.

sadly it was not to be. this is where it got really exciting, about 15 minutes after i got to there we were advised we all had to leave there was a tornado warning in effect. puzzled and stunned i filed my way out along with everyone else and struck up a conversation with a report for one of the local affiliates and was angling my way into finding somewhere to crash for the night. and even more shit happened.

remember the girl that got struck by lightening at some concert in dc? it was this concert and i was there. the rain was falling and all the media deziens were sitting on the some steps to the back of the stadium when the buzz started. someone got struck by lightening. inside the stadium. they were stopping the concert. it`s funny for people who job is supposed to factual there was a lot of hearsay and gossiping going on before the formal annoucement. when everything was confirmed all hell broke loose, my new friend and possible source of housing bolted with her camera crew to cover the story and i was pretty much left to my lonesome with the non-english speaking media and fanzine guys.

as if this weren`t bad it enough at this point, the heavens opened up and poured. i like rain. hmmmm, let me qualify that, i like warm tropical rain. not that cold stinging shit that was being dumped out of the sky on me. and that point, i had no choice. the concert was over for the day, i had nowhere to stay and not enough money for a cab. so i began my trek in the rain back to the bus station.

now there is a long standing joke amoung my friends that i`ve sold my soul to the devil for parking and an unfailing sense of direction. the parking thing is scary but is a tale for another day. however the sense of direction has served me in good stead and none greater than that cold, damp saturday in dc. i had no real idea where i was going, i was just walking and picking streets at random because they looked like they would take me where i was going and lo and behold there was the bus station. i`d found my way back.

wet, tired and disappointed i made my way back to new york and caught highlights of the next day on tv. funnily it was only during the following week i remembered the one person that would have put me up no problem, but then i wouldn`t have this tale.

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this is the final curtain.

and i`m ready to get the fuck out of dodge. i`m irritable, i don`t want to be here anymore.

why is it on my last day of work, i feel so sullen and ill tempered? this is a good day. right? i don`t get this. i shouldn`t be feeling like this, but i want to hide away from everyone.

and in combination with this, my finger hurts. i managed to take a healthy chunk out of it with a sharp knife yesterday making dinner.

what is this malaise?

and what`s upsetting me is that i have no reason to feel this way. it`s my last day, i`m off to trinidad tomorrow. i get to see the children, i get to celebrate my daughter`s birthday with her and then i`m off to vic.

what is there to irritate me?

at work. i haven`t done fuck all day. well that`s not entirely true. i haven`t done any work. i`m still waiting on pictures and info for the annual report. i`ve organised all the jobs i worked on so anyone with even the smallest iota of common sense can find them.

other than that vic and i have been exchanging a flurry of emails. we`re been organising and planning and generally being completely excited. our big day is five days away, she`s nesting and i`ve been packing. i`m pretty much packed now. i have some stuff to buy for the nearest and dearest before i leave, but that`s about it.

as much as we`d like to spend at least a week locked away frolicking, there are some practical concerns that have to be taken care of; license, insurance, more crap with the ins. plus the boy chick still has school and i`m not the sort of person to sit around and scratch my ass all day, so i need to find a job and quickly.

i still haven`t finished the dc story, but it is progressing nicely. hopefully if i don`t finish it before saturday, i can do so on the plane.

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