Sunday, October 28, 2007

Liam's Rhymes

"Actually do you have a smoking room available?"

Thugthugthuuug! I made the non-Jewishest hotel request of my life in ny on Friday in anticipation of Mr. Wrongway, who was taking the train from New Haven to stay with me. Liams is d-d-dirty dirty, and they charge a $300 "smoking fee" in the non-smoking rooms so I didn't want to get burned. Also, I was trying to get into a "thug mentality" since Liams is Irish; I had purposely left my Patinol and my oiled leather sponge at home for the same reason. A man doesn't need these things...

There was only one smoking floor in the entire hotel so it was pretty cloudy. One time, I waited for the elevator with two Arabs who looked like they were heading out to the club; the thicker one had his chemise unbuttoned all the way, but tucked in to form a hair-V of extraordinary sexuality. The Australian family next door to me was conducting a Pall Mall hotbox; through the walls, I could feel their children getting cancer. With no Patinol, I felt like a prisoner in Auschwitz during allergy season. It's not easy being a man.

Liams and Rugby Dan came over around 8:30 and we went to WhoFo for dinner. Liams had brought Badderall, which made us even smarter. I was honored to be in the company of such bloggers. Sadly, no rhymes were kicked...although we discussed Rod at length and concluded that he is a Fundamental Force for Good ("Rod FFG")

Best snippet at WhoFo:

Rugby Dan: Steven Fry, he's amazing, V is for Vendetta, Oscar Wilde, a bit of Fry and Laurie...

Liams: Wait...what are you listing?

Although he still got messy, Liams seemed genuinely improved. He didn't boot in my goddess, and when he ashed on my shit he looked repentant...I would now bet 4 to 1 that he doesn't overdose before age 30 (the smart money is on him getting murdered in Brazil). Since Liams is a genius of unparalelled proportions, I showered him with obsequies for a while, which made him fidgety and's not me,'s the yayo.

As for this week's job interview, I don't give a fuuck! They was just payin my ho-tel. I think I like Greene Boeuf & Lamb; their office is baller, they filmed Michael Clayton there...pret-ty Clooney dogg. Also, they have entertainment law. Lil Kim is their client - they have one of her pasties framed on the wall - and you know big momma queen bee is always dippin into trouble. Finally, it turns out insurance is fascinating: I found out that Warren Buffett - "the baller of Omaha" - made his fortune off a little company called "geico"

These days, however, I don't give a fuuck more generally. J'en ai marre des two weeks I leave for Marseille - "the armpit of Provence" - where Katie and I will discuss death, the VAT, and antioxidants as she feeds me pomegranates from the souk, grain by grain, on the steps of the old cathedral. From up there, you can't see the dirty shithole parts and Marseille is nothing but water and creamy beige...delightfoo.

Elle me manque, la France. I miss stealing from Monoprix with impunity. I miss my chemisier. I miss the phone numbers, which are mnemonically optimized for ease of memorization. Even the country code is a mnemonic (Patrick Ewing/Jesus). I don't remember my old French cell phone number, but it ended with 69 69. French numbers also use a lot of 41, 42, 43, 44...these are easy to remember because they remind us of those pregnant years of global conflagration when all Europe was engaged - as historians would undoubtedly argue - in total war.

During those mirthless years, Baba remembers American soldiers handing out chewing gum by the garrison. He would run after the soldiers along with the other little Jews, yelling yankee yankee chewing gum! When they got a piece, they would chew it until the flavor ran out, then reflavor it with plums and sour cherries - or whatever they could get their hands on, probably - and chew it again and again. He was 8 years old. By 15, he had moved to Tehran and was hustlin.

Me, I am 8 + 8 + 8 plus a penny...add that shit up. And I have never worked a day in my gravest responsibility is to drink my silica in the morning and sometimes - albeit rarely - I don't even do that.


At 11:55 AM, Blogger Dan Berger said...


At 2:56 PM, Blogger Mr. Leah said...

I've got to try that with my gum, I'm almost out of Trident Tropical Twist

At 12:10 PM, Blogger Mulatto Jesus said...

awesome incorporation of baba

At 12:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

what was he listing? this is my favorite blog

At 8:35 AM, Blogger Mr. Leah said...

no one wants to see an empty november!

At 11:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yeah c'mon, franchement tu es vraiment artiste


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