Saw this
Loved it
Store just down the road from us
(Drewbic has lots of great local shots on flickr.com... check them out)
Saturday, July 15, 2006
International Man Of Mystery
All sorts of things happening this weekend. Can't really talk about any of them (on pain of death) which makes this blog entry rather redundant, doesn't it?
Read a lovely quote from (notorious short arse) Dudley Moore yesterday. When asked how sexually compatable he was at 5' 2" with a 6' female model he replied "It's easy. I go UP on her."
Made me smile anyway.
Work options opening up like a Christian High School Girl's legs upon the realization that a pledge of chasity is an elastic thing. Feeling wanted for the first time in an absolute age. Which is a GOOD THING.
One thing that near death experience has taught me is the value of savings... you just need some emergency cash, especially when you travel a lot and aren't in any one country's pension scheme. So am following Oprah's rule and 'paying myself first' each month. But work options could mean that I'll be paying myself a whole heap more; leaving Judith a merrier widow when the experimental drugs catch up with me and my body closes down, my internal organs turning to liquid overnight.
Sorry that this, like sex with a woman with osteoporosis, is so disjointed. Next entry will reveal all, I swear.
Read a lovely quote from (notorious short arse) Dudley Moore yesterday. When asked how sexually compatable he was at 5' 2" with a 6' female model he replied "It's easy. I go UP on her."
Made me smile anyway.
Work options opening up like a Christian High School Girl's legs upon the realization that a pledge of chasity is an elastic thing. Feeling wanted for the first time in an absolute age. Which is a GOOD THING.
One thing that near death experience has taught me is the value of savings... you just need some emergency cash, especially when you travel a lot and aren't in any one country's pension scheme. So am following Oprah's rule and 'paying myself first' each month. But work options could mean that I'll be paying myself a whole heap more; leaving Judith a merrier widow when the experimental drugs catch up with me and my body closes down, my internal organs turning to liquid overnight.
Sorry that this, like sex with a woman with osteoporosis, is so disjointed. Next entry will reveal all, I swear.
Friday, July 14, 2006
A room full of swinging dicks
Back to work today… the first day of the rest of my life and already it’s all change. I’m no longer the planner on all things vodka (I’m still not sure why) instead I’ll be spending some time on razors and lots of time on some business with a shiny patina and with mountains of cash attached.
Now the thing about mountains of cash is that they attract dicks. Of the large and swinging variety. The last time I saw so many dicks being so energetically waved was at Dieter’s Blue Light Lounge down one of Bangkok’s dodgier Sois. .
We have all the COs and HOs (Chiefs Of..., Heads Of…) interested. And that means lots of big theories, large scale 'investigations' and much for me to do. .
Two approaches then. The “You’re better paid but I’m better” approach (my preferred) or the “I thought you really had something when you said (insert something they’ve never said)” approach. I’m thinking direct conflict. Not because it works any better but because it will get me heard and make me feel better.
Still you can bet your TV's extended warranty on my pulling lots of faces like the one above before the month is out.
Now the thing about mountains of cash is that they attract dicks. Of the large and swinging variety. The last time I saw so many dicks being so energetically waved was at Dieter’s Blue Light Lounge down one of Bangkok’s dodgier Sois. .
We have all the COs and HOs (Chiefs Of..., Heads Of…) interested. And that means lots of big theories, large scale 'investigations' and much for me to do. .
Two approaches then. The “You’re better paid but I’m better” approach (my preferred) or the “I thought you really had something when you said (insert something they’ve never said)” approach. I’m thinking direct conflict. Not because it works any better but because it will get me heard and make me feel better.
Still you can bet your TV's extended warranty on my pulling lots of faces like the one above before the month is out.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Big nippled prick (y-thing)
Sorry - had to be done
Well 2 comments was all it took to convince me to 'keep on blogging'... I truly am an attention whore.
My parents leave tonight; usually their visiting a place is accompanied by war, pestilence or plague. This time nothing major - just a tornado and some flash flooding, other than that their visit has been uneventful; though the dog has been walked to the point of collapse (always a good thing)
Today's mad rant? That f*ck*ng GE ad where the woman carries a large pink cake with her wherever she goes (including into a public toilet) presumable because she can't find a spot big enough to accommodate said confection. Of course when she arrives at the party still balancing the now ebola covered celebratory dessert she finds that said refridgerator has bags of room and slips the pink plague in with a self satisfied grin. A voice over then tells us that the new GE fridge has an ice dispenser in its door (oh and that it's quite big)
Well how the merry hell did this get through research. I can only think that the 6 women in Jersey focus group (a kind of advertising Supreme Court) were too pissed on free Hungarian Red to raise voice in concern and that the 106 women that they stopped in a mall for the quant' work (a kind of bogus ad' election) were so mesmerized by the thought of cake or too distracted by the view of a pair of Elastic Waisted pastel Capri pants in the window of Old Navy that they merely drooled their response.
GE fridges - they're for filthy, OCD whores who'd rather poison your party than put down an over iced, under decorated bit of sponge. That you? Buy away
Well 2 comments was all it took to convince me to 'keep on blogging'... I truly am an attention whore.
My parents leave tonight; usually their visiting a place is accompanied by war, pestilence or plague. This time nothing major - just a tornado and some flash flooding, other than that their visit has been uneventful; though the dog has been walked to the point of collapse (always a good thing)
Today's mad rant? That f*ck*ng GE ad where the woman carries a large pink cake with her wherever she goes (including into a public toilet) presumable because she can't find a spot big enough to accommodate said confection. Of course when she arrives at the party still balancing the now ebola covered celebratory dessert she finds that said refridgerator has bags of room and slips the pink plague in with a self satisfied grin. A voice over then tells us that the new GE fridge has an ice dispenser in its door (oh and that it's quite big)
Well how the merry hell did this get through research. I can only think that the 6 women in Jersey focus group (a kind of advertising Supreme Court) were too pissed on free Hungarian Red to raise voice in concern and that the 106 women that they stopped in a mall for the quant' work (a kind of bogus ad' election) were so mesmerized by the thought of cake or too distracted by the view of a pair of Elastic Waisted pastel Capri pants in the window of Old Navy that they merely drooled their response.
GE fridges - they're for filthy, OCD whores who'd rather poison your party than put down an over iced, under decorated bit of sponge. That you? Buy away
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Back from Vacation
So we’re back from Anguilla, which was small, quiet and perfect for what we needed. Lots of beaches, occasional great meals in scenic restaurants and the chance to be ‘1000 miles from care’
It doesn’t seem THAT long ago that I was coughing up pieces of lung on the poor people unfortunate enough to be sitting in a room with me on the JetBlue pitch.
Or that long ago that I was crawling to the bathroom in order to throw up what I couldn’t cough up.
Nor does it seem that long ago that that I was walking to the doctor’s office in Greenpoint to be told that I had lymphoma but would ‘probably be alright after a miserable 6 months or so.”
And the six months since then haven’t actually been all that miserable. Certainly not in comparison to the misery that you’re told to expect. But then managing expectations is the key to keeping people happy, this I’ve realized.
I’ve been thin, fat, bald, swollen, nauseous, euphoric, knackered, jelly legged, mercury ankled, optimistic, pessimistic and realistic.
But I’ve never been alone.
And I have you people to thank for that.
What next?
A bigger fight I think. A fight against the prejudice that I’m now, somehow, damaged goods. A fight against work’s new found ‘wrap him in cotton wool’ attitude. A fight against falling back into the acceptance of mediocrity that’s so comfortable a cage.
And some new challenges. The next year should see a new job for Jude. Perhaps a new city or country as a result of that new job (and hopefully a new job for me if a move does happen)
What next? Most importantly a chance to live ‘off schedule’ – without treatment dates and SCAN schedules dominating the calendar.
I’m not sure how much interest there will still be in this blog, now that it doesn’t have the draw of imminent death – add a comment if you’d like to see it continue, otherwise I’ll let it do what I, to date, have not. I’ll let it quietly die.
It doesn’t seem THAT long ago that I was coughing up pieces of lung on the poor people unfortunate enough to be sitting in a room with me on the JetBlue pitch.
Or that long ago that I was crawling to the bathroom in order to throw up what I couldn’t cough up.
Nor does it seem that long ago that that I was walking to the doctor’s office in Greenpoint to be told that I had lymphoma but would ‘probably be alright after a miserable 6 months or so.”
And the six months since then haven’t actually been all that miserable. Certainly not in comparison to the misery that you’re told to expect. But then managing expectations is the key to keeping people happy, this I’ve realized.
I’ve been thin, fat, bald, swollen, nauseous, euphoric, knackered, jelly legged, mercury ankled, optimistic, pessimistic and realistic.
But I’ve never been alone.
And I have you people to thank for that.
What next?
A bigger fight I think. A fight against the prejudice that I’m now, somehow, damaged goods. A fight against work’s new found ‘wrap him in cotton wool’ attitude. A fight against falling back into the acceptance of mediocrity that’s so comfortable a cage.
And some new challenges. The next year should see a new job for Jude. Perhaps a new city or country as a result of that new job (and hopefully a new job for me if a move does happen)
What next? Most importantly a chance to live ‘off schedule’ – without treatment dates and SCAN schedules dominating the calendar.
I’m not sure how much interest there will still be in this blog, now that it doesn’t have the draw of imminent death – add a comment if you’d like to see it continue, otherwise I’ll let it do what I, to date, have not. I’ll let it quietly die.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Two week break
So with treatment over. the thumbs up enthusiastically given, the dog in the hands of the parents – it now being just 12 hrs ahead of our leaving for Anguilla - and with only one unique visitor to the site today – it’s time to wind down fabulouslythin – at least for the next two weeks.
Our flickr (www.flickr.com) pages ( search PEOPLE for stevenjude) will continue to grow and you’re all warmly invited to view them.
And I’m sure that I’ll be back here and trolling for an audience in two weeks or so. But in the mean time I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to read my self absorbed blather. To thank you for your comments, for your e-mails and for your concern.
But it seems apt that I finish this blog as I started it, fascinated by my wife and by what she’s about to do next. Now EBD (everything but dissertation) she’s courting and being courted by potential employers – here and abroad. “What next?” is the question that we’re asking and it’s great to be in a position to ask it.
I should get warm and wise and worldly here but the truth is that I want the time in Anguilla to serve as a punctuation – allowing me to really get to grips with what survival could mean for me – before I say anything.
So, for two weeks at least, I’ll leave you with a thank you… and with a few pictures that show the journey.
Our flickr (www.flickr.com) pages ( search PEOPLE for stevenjude) will continue to grow and you’re all warmly invited to view them.
And I’m sure that I’ll be back here and trolling for an audience in two weeks or so. But in the mean time I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to read my self absorbed blather. To thank you for your comments, for your e-mails and for your concern.
But it seems apt that I finish this blog as I started it, fascinated by my wife and by what she’s about to do next. Now EBD (everything but dissertation) she’s courting and being courted by potential employers – here and abroad. “What next?” is the question that we’re asking and it’s great to be in a position to ask it.
I should get warm and wise and worldly here but the truth is that I want the time in Anguilla to serve as a punctuation – allowing me to really get to grips with what survival could mean for me – before I say anything.
So, for two weeks at least, I’ll leave you with a thank you… and with a few pictures that show the journey.
Friday, June 30, 2006
It's the last day of treatment
It's the last day of treatment
My parents are here
Jude slept 4 hrs
Which kept me up
We're knackered
Too tired for cohesive thought here
More later
My parents are here
Jude slept 4 hrs
Which kept me up
We're knackered
Too tired for cohesive thought here
More later
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
For those of you
who are more interested in how I'm looking than how I'm feeling (the wise and the shallow) here's the latest pic.
Not a great deal to say here
3 more treatments to go, starting earlier today (Bing called at 8 in a right old tizzy, bless her)
The nexium seems to be holding the burning potatoes at bay, the Radiacream holding the worst of the burns at bay and no sign at all of a call from Michael Bay (which is okay, I'm holding out for Bryan Singer to direct the movie of the blog)
Weather continues to suck, weather forecast continues to tease with a 'return of sun in two days' prediction. Gnnnarrrrr
The nexium seems to be holding the burning potatoes at bay, the Radiacream holding the worst of the burns at bay and no sign at all of a call from Michael Bay (which is okay, I'm holding out for Bryan Singer to direct the movie of the blog)
Weather continues to suck, weather forecast continues to tease with a 'return of sun in two days' prediction. Gnnnarrrrr
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
How work feels
This is how work feels at the moment. I'm the baby. Sure the scary looking people may be well intentioned but from where I'm positioned it feels like I'm being led to an altar already awash in baby blood. Not entirely sure what changed to precipitate so many weird moments yesterday - perhaps my imminent return to the fray; but it was very, VERY strange.Never mind it's only a job and only 'for now' as the Ave Q puppets taught me.
Monday, June 26, 2006
I shot the sheriff
Apologies for the gratuitous use of 'blonde' but my sitemeter numbers are flagging and there's nothing like a bit of public nudity to bring in the college kids and Muslim surfers. The latter (said he backpedalling hastily) I'm sure search for public nudity, sex tapes and enormous bazookas purely to serve as evidence of the bankrupcy of the west. And for 'enormous bazookas'
Last week of treatment starts this today, though my enthusiasm has been dampened by the gray skies and mid 20s temps. Sunshine and 30 is only three days away they claim, I hope so - spring spoiled me and now I want gorgeous blue skies, a blazing sun and people dressed inappropriately for their size.
Anyway coffee going cold, dog needing out and Jude stirring - time to haul this carcass off the chair and toward industry.
Last week of treatment starts this today, though my enthusiasm has been dampened by the gray skies and mid 20s temps. Sunshine and 30 is only three days away they claim, I hope so - spring spoiled me and now I want gorgeous blue skies, a blazing sun and people dressed inappropriately for their size.
Anyway coffee going cold, dog needing out and Jude stirring - time to haul this carcass off the chair and toward industry.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
The Mermaid Parade
Well the Mermaid Parade went off yesterday - and boy did it go off.
Went along with my old mucker from Oz - J.Lum and had a fine old time of it. This is about the only picture that I took in which the subjects are clothed to a degree acceptable by law - the rest? Well you'll have to click through and see for yourself.
5 more days of treatment and then I can be at this kind of event without thinking about being the sick person in the crowd.
Went along with my old mucker from Oz - J.Lum and had a fine old time of it. This is about the only picture that I took in which the subjects are clothed to a degree acceptable by law - the rest? Well you'll have to click through and see for yourself.
5 more days of treatment and then I can be at this kind of event without thinking about being the sick person in the crowd.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Jude got a new haircut
to go with her new body...
note amount of orange being worn - patriotism rises as the Dutch progress through the world cup
note amount of orange being worn - patriotism rises as the Dutch progress through the world cup
15 / 20
Treatment 15 / 20 today; so three quarters of the way through what I need to do.
Cool.
Diner 24, Mermaid Parade, BillyBurg short film fest, Pride and a movie this weekend - should get some great pics
Cool.
Diner 24, Mermaid Parade, BillyBurg short film fest, Pride and a movie this weekend - should get some great pics
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