Ramblings and Jews

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I feel like… I should have something to… do. But I’m at a relative loss.

I mean I have my projects. I’ve finished the basic design for a new website for this blog, so I need to cook up the final art before I can get on with the hardcoding (and you’re going to freaking love it guys, coming soon). I’d like to be hitting a daily posting basis here. And in that vein now that I got back my tax incentive I’d like to get a snazzy new mic so you all don’t have to aurally wade through the background noise and spittle that a cheaper mic just loves to showcase. But I don’t have to do any of that. No that’s all just play time. If I wanted to go home, change into a robe and eat chicken wings while watching 5 hours of Seinfeld reruns. Well. I could do that too. Yes, exploring creative outlets in my free time will probably serve me better in the long run, but it’s free time. Free. Free to spend however I damn well please! With school, then the move, this seems almost like an entirely foreign concept to me again. I’m suspicious. I’m sitting here at my desk trying to create complicated to do lists out of thin air. I’m writing this post in hopes that it will jog my memory of some important piece of business I must attend to. But nope. Nothing.

And at this point I kind of feel like I’m bragging. A couple days ago I post about my awesome neighborhood. Today I post about free time. If I get that new job, you can probably expect a post about that. Really it’s almost broaching tactless. But god damnit, every dog has it’s day doesn’t she? I just called myself a dog. That’s cute. But you know. It’s an up, give me a few months and I’ll be wading through the shit again. Here. Here’s some consolation for your sadists out there. I’m probably going to start up school again, as soon as this fall if at all possible. And yes the new job I’m going for is full-time and is permanent. So I’ll be right back where I was in spring. Hell. But Hell in New York people! That’s a kind of hell I can go for.

I feel like I should end this on a positive note, so I wanted to make fun of Jews a little. Hey hey now. Hasidic jews. Oh. Still bad? Ah give me a break and I’ll tell you a secret. Come in a little closer. Okay. I have a thing for Jews. You see I’m naturally attracted to the basic characteristics, dark hair, dark eyes, olive complection, prominent nose. Oh yes. But then I move here and get introduced to the Hasidic community and Oh. Momma. Add on two more layers. One? The clothes. Suits and fucking hats? Love it. Two? Their complete disinterest in women. Ever girl loves a challenge, what better than to have to actually rip a person from his heritage to be able to fuck him. Come on now. And truly the religion just fascinates me. I’ve always said I have more in common with them than Christians. We both don’t beleive Jesus Christ was the son of god. That’s something we can work with right?

But that was a great bit of justification for what I truly wanted to say. They fucking crack me up. Look. I love ‘em, I’m allowed. I see one today intently reading his Torah on the subway, as they are prone to do, but what killed me is those curly side burns. He was fiddling with one as he read, pulling out that great big curl, letting go as it bounces back and repeat. A grown man with the same nervous habit as Shirley Temple. That’s good stuff.

Then another jewish fellow walks on. This guy killed me. A portly younger man with absolutely unwieldy facial hair. Not just long, completely unkempt. At least it matched the rest of him. His shirt was loose, his pants and jacket had stains and he just looked generally disheveled. And no sirs and madams. He was NOT reading the Torah. I THINK I SEE THE PROBLEM HERE SIR. Cleanliness is next to Godliness isn’t it? Is that part in the old testament? Fuck if I know, but I think they still generally like to be clean. The cherry on top was the sizable something or other hanging from his left nostril. Now as I’m looking the man over I can help but imagine the life and times of that something or other. Surely it will eventually knock loose with a cough, sneeze or rustle and due to the pure breadth and range of that beard of his… surely there it will land. And how long will it stay there dear friends? With his habits of tidyness, possibly quite some time. Surely if they allow this man in their folds they couldn’t frown to deeply on a little hanky panky with a gentile? I’ll let you know how it goes.