Sunday night after typing in my last post I was downstairs on the couch watching the 1AM rebroadcast of Meet the Press on MSNBC. Senator Chuck Schumer from New York predicting (accurately) Harriet Miers withdrawing and the humiliation for the President, then Frank Rich of the New York Times explaining how the meat would hit the fan this week for senior White House advisors… good stuff. Afterwords I switched over to the Weather Channel and was transfixed by the swirl of Hurricane Wilma.
It was about 2AM Monday morning and the storm was beginning to pound Florida, touching the Keys up the panhandle to Ft. Myers. In the latter town the Weather Channel crew went into a storm shelter set up in a high school gym and interviewed several of the occupants. One woman came to the camera with three, three, buck teeth. “Well if it’s ‘tormin’ you gotta run to the shelter. Hey! Tell ya what! Four days in a shelter beats four months of winter!” With a comment like that the lunatic woman gave herself away as one of those cast out of the Northeast from lack of survival skills and/or a dental plan.
I have a dental plan & really bad, yellow teeth which are soft to the touch. But they absorb sugar like a sponge. Anyway, those were more or less the last thoughts I had before getting my rest for the new week. Monday kicked in with a wicked busy lunch at the hotel, and then the hurricane kicked in that night. Hard to believe that it took Wilma’s eye something like 3 days to travel the 10 miles of the main strip in Cancun, yet as soon as pass through Florida the thing ramped up to 200 miles an hour and was knocking on the Northeast door the next day. But it happened, and it sucked.
Tuesday was spent dodging raindrops as I made my way from my roommates car to the T to work back to the T to a taxi & home… then back out to work at the restaurant in my neighborhood. By the time I got out on Tuesday night the storm had largely passed and in its wake was left a frigid chill. Lunches were rocking every single day this week, and with the freeze and the skies darkening earlier I have been worn out at the end of my days, left without motivation to 3rdarm you all my biz. But I believe that when I get knocked down, I will get up again. Indeed, its never gonna keep me down. (Instead of 3rdarm.bizzing I’ve been pissin’ the night away…)
Wednesday night Carlos B. and I held an unannounced Bizamp session on the turntables and the mic and were rocking for an hour or so. Eliot joined in on the laptop and generated a 3rd channel from the time delay of the internet broadcast getting mic’ed back into the live stream. Think about that for a minute, it makes sense. In the end, we had the past and the present looping to a vortex that knocked out the power in my room and the file recording of our session was lost to the computer. But we retain the tech & the technique, areba la futura!
C has evidently hoooked up an email form for 3rdarm.biz, so soon I will be recieving your semi-anonymous emails. I’m going down to the CT shoreline (finally) for some love & happiness this weekend, more updates to come.