Isaac

Mark your calendars, folks.  Here’s the plan and you’re all invited:

My 25th birthday is May 13.  Luckily, it falls on a Saturday this year, so Friday night will be the starter:  Dinner in Little Italy (restaurant TBA), followed by club-hopping and an after-party hangout at my place in Queens.  Everyone is welcome to join in and have fun.

For my actual birthday, to the Pine Barrons for a party out there.  I realize fewer people will be able to come along on that one, due to the driving necessity. 

In celebrating 25 years on this green earth of ours, I want to be able to spend it with all the people I care about.  Drop me a line so I can have a good head-count for the restaurant.

To all the friends and family who’ve stood by me all this long while. To all the people I love and feel connected to. To all of you guys: Thank you for it all and for making my life so full and happy. Thank you for the wonderful circle we have. I’m thankful for you all and to you all. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! See you soon.

Pre-Curtain Speech

You look for the ones who

Do it ‘cause they’re wanting to,

But they’re so hard to find.

The rest whore their way through life

Bending over for clients, bosses, customers alike.

Some cope from vagrant deluded druggers

To Paris in Versace’s Versilles

To the whore-d slaves in white collars

Blue collars black collars dog collars

Placards defining their selves for all the world to see

Amassing moneys illusions

To cover up their brand.

Cattle Brand Name Brand Slave Brand it’s all the same.

Nobody likes a job to hate.

So few get the ones they want,

The ones they love to sire to love

No matter what they do.

And so, cobble stoning Life, no matter where you go

Please look for the ones who do as they want to do

Stopping to enjoy the show.

Boredom.
The soul sucking state of trapped inefficient use of human potential. As others rush by, my mind wanders to somewhere, anywhere to escape the useless driveling waste that makes one go mad. Alone when others come by, alone when they go. So used to plugging in now nowhere to go.
As the mind fills itself to overflowing and creatives burst forth, a dam broken, Athena born. Clothed masturbation sets in as the mind fights on.          Desperate, isn’t it?
I am Jack’s split personality warring on itself to continue a useless slavish task of allowing others to do nothing. My hours slowly pass in thirds, halves, whole fractions of minutes ticking by at slower than snails’ paces and yet the week flies on hummingbird wings,
months go in a blink,
leaving us to stink
in the vile waste
of making a buck.

Where have all the great ones gone?
Where is Valentino, Powell, Gershwin, Gable and Scott?
The definers of class, elegrance and grace
Give way to common crass cruising crashers
Who pimp and whore their way to the screen.

Gone is the glamour of bygone days
As respectability gives way
To the Hiltonesque way of the Downey days
Cop-riddled drug-addled haze
Of negative
All publicity is good publicity
Glory-hounding attention grabbing
Seekers of spotlit soundbytes
So soon our idealism turns consumptive
And inspiration lasts the life of a Starbucks’ cup
Easily marketed and as quickly discarded.

But let it not be said
That I a curmudgeonly whiner be
For long do I for the bygone days
For a world to come to its senses
In time for me to appreciate
Those golden days returned.

Where have all the great ones gone?
Where is Valentino, Powell, Gershwin, Gable and Scott?
The definers of class, elegrance and grace
Give way to common crass cruising crashers
Who pimp and whore their way to the screen.

Gone is the glamour of bygone days
As respectability gives way
To the Hiltonesque way of the Downey days
Cop-riddled drug-addled haze
Of negative
All publicity is good publicity
Glory-hounding attention grabbing
Seekers of spotlit soundbytes
So soon our idealism turns consumptive
And inspiration lasts the life of a Starbucks’ cup
Easily marketed and as quickly discarded.

But let it not be said
That I a curmudgeonly whiner be
For long do I for the bygone days
For a world to come to its senses
In time for me to appreciate
Those golden days returned.

I just saw Star Wars III — it ties the series together more perfectly than I could have hoped — I hope you all see it!!!

I just saw Star Wars III — it ties the series together more perfectly than I could have hoped — I hope you all see it!!!

I just saw Star Wars III — it ties the series together more perfectly than I could have hoped — I hope you all see it!!!

Still no real internet access, but that should all change tomorrow