The Chronicles of a Taurus Rising to Stardom

2002-09-18T20:25:00.000-04:00

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2002-09-16T20:32:00.000-04:00

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2002-09-16T20:26:00.000-04:00

Hi. This is fun.

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2002-09-16T20:22:00.000-04:00

Let me know something...AriesSoul23@aol.com

2002-09-16T20:08:00.000-04:00

The Pisces full moon is coming up this weekend. What are you doing?

2002-09-16T19:50:00.000-04:00

Hey there kids...trying to figure out this HTML craziness. Got off from work and have fallen into computer mode. It was either that or...I don't know, DVD coma. Somewhat penniless at the moment...is this true artiste fashion? Walking around Manhattan and I have three dollars in my pocket...to my name, really. It's all good...still had Zen Pallette for lunch and a couple of Vodka sodas last night. Happy as a clam. Are clams happy? Is this a proven fact? Now if only some of my soul's dreams would start to come true, I could really see that life is working for me. Not that it isn't...I mean, I still must say that I love life and it is working for me. Now, if I can figure this HTML deal out, my blog will be kickin...yes...kickin! I did say that. OKAY, gonna start writing a play soon. It's like when you are a woman and feeling fertile...I am feeling creatively fertile. Look out world...a new child is about to be born! Did anyone see Igby yet? Me either.

2002-09-13T17:39:00.000-04:00

Sleepy today...very sleepy...it's Friday. Shouldn't I be wanting to go out and party and live it up. I have some food to take home. I have movies. I have a nice empty apartment to go home to. All sounds so pleasant. I think I want a lil' bit of solitude. Maybe I will venture for free beer and some outside drinkin at a friend's place. Or, if there is some good sex involved, perhaps I would go out for that. Mmmmmm. Okay. It is Friday. Have a good weekend. No tidbits of exciting information today...just the basics. I guess I should include something poignant. I got a new scarf. It is warm. Mmmmm...warm.

2002-09-12T18:08:00.000-04:00

So, here I sit...the last in my department at work on this what started as a cold September day. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th, which is always something I look forward to on the calendar. Is it just me or has it lost the stigma that it once had? Perhaps it is just something that exists more in the Middle America-like mentality, and since leaving the suburbs, it does not seem to affect me. Now it is completely celebrated by my pagan friends and all the witches I know are out having parties. Regardless, it is the 11th that now holds some sense of stigma. Yesterday, the winds that blew all around the city were so powerful...clearing the energy from what was now a historic day of erratic sorrow. I went to visit a friend in Midtown who told me that the wind was all of these souls just coming through to hug us...say that, "We are here!" She also told me a story about a man she met who was working as a rescue worker inside one of the buildings before it collapsed. He had picked up a man in one of the stairwells who could not walk anymore, and they were still somewhat high up as he struggled to carry this man down. Flames were meeting them at every turn, and he began to wonder how the hell they were going to get out of there. He stood, holding another human being's life in his hands when he found himself looking down the stairs at a huge wall of flames. His next memory is of standing, holding the same man, except they are outside. He did not know how they got out of there. He stood, bewildered, and then he looked down at the man, who said, "Did you see? It was an eight footer." And the rescue worker said, "What?" And he told him again that it was an eight footer. When he inquired as to what "eight footer" he was talking about, he told him that it was the size of the angel who picked them up and carried them out of the building to safety. "It wasn't our time," he said. The man told my friend that he has to believe it as truth because he personally has no other explanation for how he got out of that building alive. I told my other friend this story last night as he made us the best dinner I have had in a long time, and he began to go off about the world of miracles that exists. It was so cute...he just kept saying, "Miracles. It was a miracle," over and over again as he sauteed peppers. I went out to go and have a smoke, and I thought about how miracles must happen for us every day, and that sometimes we may not recognize them for a while. Little things. Missing a train can be a miracle. Not getting a job. Or making a train and getting the job. It is the mind set of everything happens for a reason. Finding The BLOGGER! A miracle. Because these moments are a prt of our path...whether they invlove eight footers or editing posts. I really do not know. I HAVE had a lot of sugar today. Anyway, I do know that I had a beautiful evening last night, and we toasted to that wind and the thousands of souls riding along it yesterday. Tonight I think I get to see a friend who I have not seen in quite some time. That is nice. I hope everyone gets a chance to do something wonderful with their lives tonight. Now, I need to get the hell out of this office and go on about mine. Much Love.

2002-09-11T17:27:00.000-04:00

Well, it has been a couple of days since I have gotten a moment to write something here. Work is just trying to focus itself (my life is trying to focus itself)...and my building sounds like an old boat drifting in the sea. Sounds like the whole place is going to topple over and I have felt seasick all day because of it. Granted, today has had emotion rising in my body regardless, due to the date and the depth of the emotional intensity that is present in the city of New York right now. But I feel good now. I got to read a Buffy The Vampire Slayer comic book, which was altogether wonderful, and it allowed me to scorn the Emmy voters a bit more on how they could ignore this show and ALL of it's splendor. I just think back to two seasons ago and Emma Caulfield as Anya breaking down on why people have to die. That woman deserved a nomination. I don't know why that sticks out in my head...well, of course, it is September 11th, and I was on the subway this morning, though many of my friends said I was crazy for taking it...but anyway, I was on the subway, and I had to ponder sitting there what is the meaning of it all and life and death and everything. I could not help but to wonder if everyone sitting there on the train, which was not as full as usual, mind you, was doing the same thing. Were they all pondering their existence as well...trying to figure out where their lives were going and how they had gotten to be alive, here in that moment. I mean, here I sit, in the Titanic of buildings in Midtown Manhattan, where apparently a man across the street just fell to his death a few hours ago from a construction site, and I have to say, "How did I get here?" So, I do. And I breathe. And I stop shaking my legs with nervous energy. And I fix my posture. And I relax into the moment of my fingers hitting these keys and Fiona Apple playing lazily over my computer speakers and I am happy. Content. This moment does hold peace in it. I realize that I got here to this moment on the subway this morning. And it is all good. And I will go home, on the train, and I will go to a friend's house tonight and watch Magnoila. And it will be good. I am thankful. Thank you for listening. Thank you. And I can't wait for the Buffy season premiere in two weeks. That is all. This has been a paid commercial for UPN's Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

2002-09-08T17:26:00.000-04:00

SO, it's a gorgeous Sunday here in New York City...the kind of day where you wish you were Sarah Jessica Parker's best friend, and the two of you just had to go to Washington Square Park...no, Tompkins Square Park and get snow cones and just gush about everything that is going haywire in your life...from work to the men to money. Oh, money. SO, the heroic rise of an artist...at least this one has consisted at one point or another of the call home to Mom and Dad for money. Well, that day is here right now, and I think I am going to have a panic attack about the whole thing. It just really drives me nuts to have to go there. But, sometimes, you have to, and I pray that they can be there to help me out. My parents are working class people, and they don't have a lot put aside for worrisome calls from their son, sad to say. But I have to pray, or, well, what the hell else am I gonna do? Borrow fifty bucks from every person I know or something? I don't know. The sad thing is everyone else I know here is just as broke as I am. Actually not as broke, but close. I feel my life is in such a transition, that I know things are on the rise. Look at what I named my blog for crying out loud. Okay, I have to throw laundry in. Where is the King of Pentacles when you need him? Maybe that is my father...this is a complete Tarot reference for those of you who speak that lingo. Is anyone even really reading this? Probably not. Either way, it's a good creative resource, and I get to vent. DONE NOW. Moving on. Sept.11th is coming up, and I live here, where tons of souls were jarred from their bodies one Tuesday morning. LIfe is about so much more than rent and movies, isn't it? Or is all about those things and the adventure of making them happen? Rent and movies...odd combo. I am off. Wish me luck and peace. I read on a drinking glass that I was using last night that I am emerging from uncertainty with peace and freedom. I must believe that to be true, or then what's the point? Much Love.

2002-09-05T17:23:00.000-04:00

Maybe Enrique will come and see my show...you think? If you read this, Enrique...come...I will comp you.

2002-09-05T16:44:00.000-04:00

Oh...I forgot...did we all catch American Idol? I did not, but I am glad that Kelly girl won. She definitely seems like what this country needs, don't you agree? P.S. Everything went from wrong to right...it was love at first sight.
That is all I gots to say.
Enrique...where are you?

2002-09-05T16:35:00.000-04:00

It was getting hot in here and I was about to take off all my clothes, but the desire left me when the song ended. Now, the Virgin Radio station I have been listening to has moved onto a Delirium song, who I do like, though one of their songs does resemble a really bad Madonna song. Why would you record anything that even remotely resembled a cut from 'Erotica'? Just a question...these are the things I think about. Anyway, not too far from where my temporary desk sits, there is a huge media concert about to go off, with Bon Jovi headlining. Maybe if I was gonna be able to watch from my window at the MTV studios...sitting next to Carson and his girl...well whoever his girl is now...does it matter? Do you see how my own delirium is sweeping me? Is it the music? My boss just gave me a look like, "I didn't give you anything to type...so why are you furiously tapping away over there?" She's nice...if only my boss for a brief two weeks. Is this whole temp situation mirroring my issues with personal relationships and commitment. That would suck. I think I want a pemanent job and some permanent lovin. I am just throwing that out to the universe and may something come back. I made some wishes and I want to see what will come true. Okay...I guess I should mosey now. Working in an office, I now understand the urge to drink immediately after work...the happy hour. It's all good. And here I thought I would get through without mentioning chocolate. Here I go now. I should just bring a bunch to my desk.
Love you all...whoever you are...even the bitter ones

2002-09-04T18:05:00.000-04:00

sorry...one to two more things...
First off, I realized from perusing other BLOGS that perhaps I need a theme, but then I realized that my theme is me and my reluctant admittance of my insanity and stupidity. But I will also try and menton movies or silly things I see or stufff. How's that? Secondly...saw this ad on craig's list.

Reply to: anon-5531994@craigslist.org
Date: Wed Sep 4 14:27:00 2002

Hi I am a 22y m very good looking, Hornier then anyone else you have ever met I want to loose my virginity tonight!!!!! I am sick of waiting. Clean only please and very discreat. I

That is the ad. Enough said. Enjoy your American Idol parties...

2002-09-04T17:15:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I had written an incredibly funny post for today, and it got erased, so here is the deal. First off, I just realized they post my name, so yes it is Angel, and there is no hiding who I am anymore. I am 25 and I want to get things done right from now on. Is this thing gonna come back and haunt me when I am famous? I guess I will find out. Found out my chance to be on Oprah may come at some point in the future...one step closer to actualizing that dream. Figured I could share that with all of my two web fans...me and I. My Self has stepped off into metaphysical oblivion. I want some candy, but I know it is not healthy for my teeth or body...and did I not speak of this yesterday? My blogging time and candy craving time must be in sync...my appetite being Justin and my creative writing time J.C. Anyway, there is some huge concert that Bon Jovi is headlining in Times Square tomorrow...that and American Idol comes to an end. The next twenty four hours are full of prime excitement. Now if only Bush would decide to attack a small country within that time frame too, well, we would have all of our bases loaded and a home run on it's way. I love you, America, land of the free Bon Jovi concert!!! Home of the brave aspiring pop stars!!! God speed. And I love all of you little people too, following me on my yellow brick road to the Emerald City of fame. xoxoxo Where's Chad today?

2002-09-03T15:04:00.000-04:00

Well, here it is. The beginning of it all. The first day of the rest of my life. I am now...blogging. Are you happy, Marty? I must start by admitting that I am an Aries actually...not a Taurus. My rising sign is Taurus. For those of you who are astrologically inclined, you will know that this means I am very sporadic in nature, but come across like I know what I am doing. Anyway, today I am playing one of the usual New York City artist games...we call this one temping. It is a fun, exciting world of multi-tasking delight, filled with instant messaging, bad coffee, and awkward smiles to people who expect to see a completely different person sitting where you now are. "Hello. Nice not knowing you." However, they have free candy here at the reception counter, which I am sure my teeth should stay away from...but I may not be able to help it. I think I have a date later too. Candy will bloat me, won't it? I propose this question as if anyone who may choose to read this cares to understand. "Hmmm...I'm not sure...it may just bloat you. Poor fellow. And right before his date." Okay, well, I have some trade magazines to read now and some more web sites to crash before my sojourn into this world comes to an end for the work day. But I will end with my mission statement. With this weblogue, I thee wed. Stardom will not elude me forever, and someday, you will all know my name. But for now, let us just pretend it's...Bill. No...Todd. I like Todd. For now. Have a good day.