HAPPY THANKSGIVING (The day after the fact: Final post, promise)

I've sat in and around, my DSL connection screwy as fuck, trying to post. I went to Margaux's for Thanksgiving with her family and pigged the fuck out and caught up on some choir singing reality, watched the first season of "Taxi" and fell the hell asleep in someone else's bedroom.

My DSL connection is stupid in a pejorative sense (not in the hyphy sense) so believe you me I would've called, interrupted your beautiful routines and wished you happy thanksgiving in a sober state.

It feels obligatory to post the things you are thankful for but I'm not really up for it because in all honesty I am thankful for everything, really, and that would be too short for a list. Even the things I kind of resent or am currently figuratively giving the **SHAKES FIST** at I don't mind I just rather they vamoosed.




I've lost track of time doing the patronizing dance, doing the jig, jive soft shoe for the inconsiderates and the indifferent. I've attempted to stop putting up with it, or at the very least lower my tolerance. If someone wants to usurp every precious ticktockery the clock is willing to allow us humans for the sole purpose of their bullshit then I seem more willing to indirectly call them on it or at the very least cut short their time although I'm not gonna front like I'm not terminally a pushover. I admire their candor and in a different circumstance I would spend enough time to relate with them on a "HEY I LIKE THE SOUND OF A MARBLE BALL ROLLING ON WOOD FLOORS TOO" sorta way.

Basically I am thankful for everything.

Mouthwash by Kate Nash




2Pac died when he was 25 years-old but if I look back it felt like the guy was at least in his 30s, with what he went through though his mindset was definitely a guy in his early-to-mid 20's. I know for a fact he'd have cried on November 4, 2008 or at least is crying in Cuba with an Obama shirt on.

He's done a whole shitload more than most people in a quarter-century of a lifetime. I pour out some mineral water for that guy on Thanksgiving.

If I really forced a list of what I am thankful I guess I would definitely put "the internet" on it for reasons that have made me enjoy the internet this past week. You kind of forget how catching up doesn't have to be making new memories by continuously stringing together past memories, a pastiche copy + paste sampling of previous moments and instead creating new ones, inventing new ways to feel human rather than remembering we once were human.

Taxi after Thanksgiving dinner: although that television show hasn't aged badly at all, what I will remember far more than Danny Devito dropping verbal assaults on all people taller than him will be the image inbetween the television and me, a collective group of people that decided they will share their time with each other sitting and laughing.




Maybe one day we will travel time or find extraterrestrial creatures or cure cancer or make babies using that Demolition Man contraption that Sandra Bullock and Sly Stallone used to do it (and do it and do it well. I represent Queens she was raised out in Brooklyn). But to be honest with you nothing can trump human accomplishment than making someone's heart swell.