I had a Doctor appointment with the new guy today which looks like it is going to be a regular thing. The gizmo is working perfectly and we are regulating my meds so I can work towards an ablation in the next couple of months.
When we were finished we went for a walk down Atlantic Avenue. I loved walking in the sun. Jeez I sound like I am a hundred fuckin' years old.
Anywho we went to this little bistro we found last week. The owner was a very pregnant white girl who made the omelet you see to spec. That is very little oil and not salt. It was the first outside food since the hospital and it was delicious.
So we stop outside but the girl is not there. There is some bald headed Ali Baba Arab guy behind the counter. But we said screw lets go in we can always just have tea.
Turns out he is the husband of the girl and a very nice guy. They had the baby two weeks early and now he has to work ten hour shifts. But he was very happy. We do what we always do and got his whole life story. I had a delicious crepe with eggs and spinach with no salt and very little oil or butter. The Arab spices he put in it were delicious. It had eggs, shallots, spinach, peppers and lots of spice. I don't know if it is on my diet but it was great. Now this will become our regular thing.
The only downer was that all our regular car service guys took the day off since the Jug Eared Jesus was in town about thirty blocks away. So traffic was fucked big time. They figured they would work at night instead. Eventually we grabbed a cab home.
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Wow! Pencil thin. Barely recognizable and living to tell about it!
Thanks.
Forty two pounds so far but most of that was water.
If I get down to 250 I will be at my high school weight.
I will be only skinny fuck.
Not fun. Healthy. But not fun.
"Pencil-thin," coming from a woman, is not a compliment.
Just sayin'
Hey I take what I can get.
If I get down to 250 I will be at my high school weight.
Wow, I was skinner than you in high school. I've made up for it.
You can eat heathy and eat well. And I am sure some spice will not harm you.
Although I had an Indian curry once that got me high it was so spicy. And not in a good way.
You look ten years younger.
Once you get that ticker going again and get some strength back you will start adding back some muscle.
You might start actually looking like the Duke.
And not the True Grit or Shootist version.
Take up smoking unfiltered Camels and you can be just like the Duke.
Or just smoke camels - add a bit of curry and you have a feast fit for a shah.
Lyle Lovett-Head.
"Pencil-thin," coming from a woman, is not a compliment.
As long as the picture fits within the frame, El Pollo!
The thinner Troop looks better, way better.
And once again Lisa has taken a very good picture that again reminds me of Lazarus breaking his fast. Not that you're Lazarus dude, what with thirty years ahead of you.
You look like a younger (and healthier) version or your self. Nice work.
You know as you get thinner, other parts get longer...
Not really (although they don't shrink) but that belly that was in the way goes away. So for practical purposes...
The end result: WINNING!
Shockingly different, Troop.
In a good way.
I could look it up I suppose--but does the ablation mean you don't need the pacemaker any longer?
Looks good.
I'm going out for a mushroom and cheese omelet.
I did a pesto egg omelette. It was delicious.
No Cody the operation makes the pacemaker work properly.
You see the burn the connections around the heart with a laser so you body doesn't control your heart. Instead the pacemaker does. I have go down from 150 beats a minute where I am now to the normal 60 beats. It will be a month or two from now. I just have to work at getting stable.
Not drinking should get you stable.
150 bpm sounds tacky.
If Tim is available for surveillance, Titus said he is @ the Hawthorne Inn in Salem w/ his rare clumber. He said, "we" so that would mean a dot head. Solid lead!
I would get calls w/ last minute leads from clients. "We got an anonymous call he's @ a waterpark." It depended on the client if I would respond. They would pay double my rate.
It's a nice place but it's booked tonight. But, they gotta walk that dog.
I would kick in $50 for dinner. The problem is we all know Tim's face
I've never stayed there, but I have walked by it and poked my head in--and I have to ask: that place allows dogs?
I'm not available tonight, and I agree with Cody. Dogs?? Something's not right, but what else is new?
Titus maintained he lived on Mass Ave. between Harvard and Central Squares. He even described the building. It's there, all right. It's an okay place, but to me not particularly "fab." But then again, living in Cambridge is nearly as expensive as Manhattan. You tend to get more room for your money, but a lot less otherwise. AND you might have to sit next to Titus on the bus. Not worth it.
He has claimed to live on Cambridge Ave.
I recall him being specific about Mass. Ave. Plus, there is no "Cambridge Ave." The closest is Cambridge St., which runs way out past Inman Sq., nowhere near Central Sq., which I believe Titus mentioned. Both Cambridge St. and Mass Ave. are in the tangle around Harvard Sq., but they diverge, moving in their own ways to less fab areas. I found the building with the dentist's office he mentioned as either his own or next door--I don't recall exactly--and it's a little too far down near Central Sq. for my taste, but, then again, I'm a Harvard Sq. snob.
In any event, I think there is a largish kernel of truth in Titus' description of many aspects of his life. What I get is that he's an HR drone in biotech and now lives in Cambridge, somewhere around Central Sq. Male HR types are almost invariably gay. It's a stereotype, but stereotypes are based on reality.
In any case, I'm sure Titus' job isn't all that fab, but he probably does okay as a corporate drone. His apartment is also not that fab, but, again okay for an urban professional. The grotesque descriptions of everything else, I'll leave to experts in abnormal psychology. I have many more things to think about than yet another weirdo on the internet.
Yeah, that's it - street, not avenue. Got confused as I used to live on Mass Ave.
He mentioned that he was near the fire house - a block or two up.
Cold up there? It's cold down here.
Yes, it's cold up here, but now I'm getting puzzled. Titus mentioned a dentist's office and Central Sq., but if he lives near the fire station, it's at the split of Broadway and Cambridge St., in the heart of Harvard Sq.-land. Cambridge St. a block or two from the fire station is, indeed, pretty fab. Now, I have no idea of what the reality might be. He's supplied two different locations. Maybe he's moved, or maybe he's lying. Again, I have other things to worry about, but at least that's the local report from yours truly on the ground.
That area is "fab" in a nice, civilized, Harvard Sq. sort of way. We used to have two sets of good friends in really nice digs on Trowbridge St., not too far away and still the same ecological niche.
I should say "separate digs" on Trowbridge St. One couple had a house, and the other, a then-single-but-financially-comfortable mom, had a genuinely fab townhouse with a small atrium and three floors just up the street.
Personally, I live in a Cape that's tending to shackdom. Nothing fab about it at all, except its location in a very nice, small, well-run, friendly and prosperous 'burb. It's known as "Mayberry, RFD" out here. Unfortunately, the local hotel has been converted into a welfare hotel, as it is considered unsporting for all these suburbanites to be able to avert themselves from urban reality.
"Male HR types are almost invariably gay. It's a stereotype, but stereotypes are based on reality."
True for the drones, especially those who go into it from college. I'm a complete HR oddball in that I have a numbers background and went into HR in the middle of my career. I was actually asked to go there by management to provide "Balance".
Tim, I'm glad my brainstorm at least got you over here. Always good to see you and hear talk of Bawstahn.
rcocean, They needed a tranny?
Cody, I didn't know you were a Bay Stater
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...
I did a pesto egg omelette. It was delicious.
Pleasa posta you pesto ricetta.
When did I say I was a bay stater, Nickerbocker?
I said I've walked by that jernt in Salem and even peeked in.
Never assume.
Going to watch Tarantino's "Crack Unchained" in few minutes and drink cocktails.
I'll check in tomorrow with a review.
A tie game into the 9th. This is getting exciting.
I could say, "We wuz robbed!" But it was just sloppy play and a weird, messy ending. Ah well, there's tomorrow.
Even though it's late, I'll tell you all one more Cambridge story. As some of you know, I teach part-time at St Paul's Choir School. My younger son went there. It's the only Catholic boys' choir school in the country, and the choirboys (now known as "choristers," because of the new, English Music Director) are an old Harvard Sq. feature, at least for those willing to set foot in a Catholic church, and maybe for others who've heard them elsewhere.
Anyway, St Paul's is the Harvard parish, and it has lots of students and Harvard faculty among the parishioners. There are traditionally two Chaplains for Harvard, one undergraduate and the other for the graduate schools. The graduate Chaplain is Fr. George Salzmann, a PhD biochemist himself, and one of the most witty and amusing people on God's earth. He's a longtime Cambridge fixture, and everybody knows him.
But the newish undergraduate Chaplain, Fr. Matt Westcott, is something else. Cambridge is actually two different towns. There's Harvard and Titus's "fab" world, and there are distinctly working class areas, far, far from fab. Turns out the Archdiocese of Boston, in its infinite wisdom, appointed a Priest from 13 blocks, and a world away, to be the new undergraduate Chaplain at Harvard. He's a brilliant guy, but he has the accent to prove which Cambridge he's from. And not only is he a working kid, he is a former Marine, who bears his beef-to-the-heels frame as a Marine, and still sprouts his white-sidewall haircut. He does things like announce in church that it's the anniversary of the founding of the Corps, and asks former Marines in the congregation to stand. Needless to say, everyone looks around embarrassed and sits on their hands. It is the Harvard parish, after all.
So, you have a working kid, ex-Marine as the Catholic Chaplain to the students at Harvard. I think the Church has done a fine thing, all the way around.
Great story, Tim. It's easy to expose liberal hypocrisy, more need to do it.
Well, we only got halfway through "Django Unchained"...too long! Will finish tonight. It has all the reasons I usually avoid Tarantino: cartoon violence.
A couple scenes were funny: the masked riders reacting to their masks; the "inappropriate" song choices; and the dinner and Big House scenes of the Candyland seem like a parody of "Downton Abbey."
Great story, Tim. The newly appointed Chaplain sounds like just what the place needs, but it may be too littlr too late. Harvard may have its own reasons for appointing him which don't include introducing Oceanside values.
A Marine Priest? I would be attending mass like Trooper with a priest like that. Especially on November 10!
"rcocean, They needed a tranny?"
No, they needed a straight male, who had background in numbers and budgets.
EPR: You might as well stop half way.
The last half of Django is nothing but "Cartoon Violence". I think at 50 people get killed in the last 20 minutes.
Christoph Waltz is award winning stuff. I would link to blake's review of "Django Unchained" but I can't find it.
Waltz was the movie for me.
You shall not find any review of Django Unchained from me.
I did not see it.
QT's a talented guy but like most of our talented directors, I think he's way too self-indulgent.
Until a few months ago, I had not seen a QT movie that didn't I reacted more positively than negatively to. That was Pulp Fiction. I think I'd like Reservoir Dogs, too.
PF had all the same stylistic quirks that annoyed me in the other movies of his I've seen—Death Proof, Kill Bill and Inglorious Basterds—but they kind of worked there.
And, as the Boy said, we came out of Basterds pro-Nazi so there didn't seem to be any percentage in going to see Django.
No "didn't" there before "I reacted".
Anyway, you do look younger and healthier with the weight loss, but you also look like you're bordering on frail.
You're prolly gonna hate this, but I think you're gonna need to start working out. Don't know how the pacemaker effects that, but you gotta build up those delts.
You gotta big frame, you need some muscle.
Skipped the whole rest of "Django Unchained." Put it in the red envelope unwatched.
Fin
Frickin' back. Pinched nerves this morning. Dipping into the heirloom supply of hydrocodone that was saved for days like this. Can barely walk.
You have my empathy. Been nursing this back for six months. :-/
Yep. Sciatica City. Eff it! After the opiates kick in I'll get on the inversion table and see if I can pull the discs apart a bit.
Michael: Sorry to hear about your back. Hope it's better soon.
Thanks Tim.
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