This Yellow Taxi Cab In Which I Ride

I'm at Uncommon Grounds on Sunday. Earlier today, I went to the track. I went with 40 dollars to spend on making bets. I cashed out with 18. So, consider the cost of getting in, the hot dog, the pretzel, the water, and the parade magazine, the whole day was a break-even kind of day. Since I didn't spend anything for five hours worth of entertainment (and excitement: I actually hit TWO superfectas and a trifecta!!! Too bad they were on tiny bets. Rather, I spent a lot on various bets), I've decided to see the Honeycutters play at Caffe Lena tonight. The Honeycutters are based out of South Carolina (I believe) and are fronted by a former Caffe Lena regular, Amanda Platt. Last time I saw Amanda play, she played with the lead guitarist of her band at open mic... maybe... a year and a half ago. She sounded amazing. She well-rounded in her playing and confidence, as oppossed to the rougher and less-confident Amanda that I remembered from open mic's passed. I'm interested

I'm walking in saratoga. And texting at the same tome (time... Damn it). On my way to the track. First and probably last time this year. Stopped off at the hat store. Tried some on. Like my current hat best. Bought a new feather for it though. Sucked the old one up in a vaccuum long ago. Here is a pic of the new feather. The old one had more color to it (red and yellow) but this one will do. Stuck a Feather

I hate ragweed. On my way to work every day, I pass this house where there is some ragweed growing in the side yard. Every day, I silently curse this person and swear to return with a flame thrower... At the moment, my allergies aren't bothering me too much. I took sudafed, allegra, clariton, flonase, and astelin. I was in bad shape at work and decided to take some sick time. That's when I came home and popped the sudafed, took a nap, and am now feeling better. People at work explained that the weather was shifting and that could also be a partial cause to my earlier discomfort. My hope is that I am in decent shape for Saturday's famer's market gig... I haven't been practicing because of the allergy problems I've been having, but I have continued playing at open mic. This past week, I played I'm Alive by Jackson Browne. I will probably play that song again this week because my mom is going to be there and she is a big Jackson Browne fan. Not a lot else to b

On break at work. Cleaning out the camera part of my phone. While in New York City a week and a half ago, i took a quick picture of Mickey Mouse. After snapping the pic, I walked around the corner and was surprised to see... Another Mickey Mouse!! Shouldn't they have gotten together and picked different corners?? Random

Sitting in Grand Central Station. Train leaves in 15 mins. It seems too early to be heading home. My legs, dead tired from all the walking, are making the decision for me. I had a good time shopping in the city. Bought a sweet, hip sweater, and a sexy pea coat. I'll be a slammin' hottie this winter for sure. Saw an interesting ad on a bus: 'Learn English Today. Call 1-800-ENGLISH' and there was a picture of an Asain girl smiling... I had lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe -- of course -- and bought two guitar pins for my awesome collection. I should take a picture of the collection and post it... There was also a picture taken of me at the Hard Rock Cafe standing near one of Bob Dylan's old guitars. I'll post that soon enough. For now, a self-taken photo in front of a neon sign: What I Did in New York City.

I had a very late night last night and a very strange dream some time after going to sleep. If anyone has any skill (or not) at analyzing dreams, please take a shot at this one: In the dream, I had just gotten a new job in a busy office area. I have no idea what the job was, but I met many people who worked there (some were people that I actually know). On my first day, I met one young woman who worked there. Her name was Regina Spektor. I kept trying to talk to her and she didn't seem to want to talk to me. At the end of the work day, we walked out of the office together and stopped at her van. She needed a plastic bag to put some stuff in and, so, I went to find one. I returned later (not sure where I had gone) bruised and bloody with torn clothes. Regina hugged me tightly for a moment and pulled away. I wouldn't let go of her. She gave me a weird look and broke away, got in her van. As she started the van and pulled away, I told her that she had a nice body. Later that night

I'll be heading out in a little bit to attend a friend's end of summer BBQ. Haven't seen the friend in a while. Glad to be invited. A little bit ago, I mowed the lawn. As I was just getting started, I noticed my neighbor with a camera in his backyard. Then I noticed a while string that ran the length of his property. He started moving his mouth (The lawn mower was loud and I had headphones in, mp3 player blasting). I shut off the lawn mower and took out my headphones. He explained that he was considering putting a fence up, which would segregate our backyards. His purpose for the fence was not to separate us (or make him more like Wilson from Home Improvement ). Rather, he is getting old and has cancer and is attempting to make his yard care easier. You see, I have three GINORMOUS (to borrow a hip-high-school-age-kid's word) pine trees in my backyard and they shed pine needles like mad in the fall. My neighbor always cleans them up out of his backyard in the spring so t