Hi Monkeys,

NYC is finally cold. I like it so far. Good coffee, good jacket, good hat and gloves. Good blue scarf from Morocco.

Someone threw up on the train this morning. That sucked. I felt bad for her. Who knows what the condition was. Could have been a bad hangover, but then it again it could have been a highly contagious virus. Hell it could have been ebola. Unlikely, but it could have been. She was wearing African clothing and was black. Maybe she just arrived from the Motherland and was carrying a rare, deadly, contagious disease.

Or it could have been motion sickness from her first time on a subway.

Or maybe she was so upset about something she threw up. That happens.

I switched cars. Not because it grossed me out, but just because. Maybe she wanted to be in an empty car that point. It worked for me.

Excellent jam last night.We recorded most of it and I was on. Multiple times people looked over with a “yeah, that’s hot” look. Our new drummer seemed especially into it. We’re all getting so much better now.

The other lead guitarist wasn’t there. Sometimes I wonder whether that makes us better. Sometimes it seems that there are too many people playing at once and it’s annoying. Jam group, TDP or Tycoon Death Plunge, is supposed to be for fun– just a group of people who like to play. So I keep that in mind when we do. The other group I’m in, Sunken, is the real deal. We’re going to record our first demo in late December and we already have some excellent stuff. That’s just a trio so far, and it’s working well. We should be able to do some local shows in the early spring. When that happens I’ll be sure to announce it. The plan is to destroy every place we go into. NYC probably isn’t ready for us, but that’s not the point. We’re ready.

Ultra busy today, though the stress is somehow manageable. I have to have a meeting about a project we’re way behind on, and which I’m managing. It’s been delayed by weeks and weeks. A site with content and a simulation embedded in it. It’s just late. They’ll have to deal. There’s nothing else I can really do. I’ll be the buffer between their group, all public health faculty and researchers, and my group. That’s the role I have here as project manager. “I’d like to speak to the manager!” Well, I’m him. Sorry for the delay. Anything else?

I had weird dreams last night that woke me up twice. One was I was home, in my childhood home, bedroom. I was sleeping on the floor for some reason, and a beautiful girl came in. She had huge breasts and though I don’t remember her face right now, I remember she was pretty. She knelt down and starting touching me, and I stopped her. “Who are you? What are you doing?” And she said “Oh, sorry…” And she left.

After she left I got up and was like, what the hell did I do that for? And I proceeded to look for her all throughout the house. I found her back in my room. I went in and sat down in a rocking chair, and took a phone call. While talking on the phone she came over and sort of reached across me to retrieve something from the floor. As she did, her giant breasts were right there, and I gently grabbed one of them, and she stopped reaching for whatever she was trying to get. I was just putting the phone down in order to have two hands when I woke up. Highly upsetting. I tried to fall back asleep right to that part, but it didn’t work. Instead I was surrounded by small animals that really wanted to cuddle. They were too small to be dogs, but acted like dogs. I let them sort of cuddle up, and that’s all I remember from that one. I’m thinking maybe I found a good spot of my blanket or something and felt like 10 puppies pushing around me.

Tonight Compressorhead is playing a free show in Union Square. Should be interesting though I know it’ll be swamped. Compressorhead is an all metal band– literally. The players are all robots. Stickboy, Bones and Fingers.

Fairly awesome if you ask me. Not sure I’ll make it tonight but will give it a try.

OK that’s all for me for now. Time to get back to it. Coffee in hand. Scarf on neck. Boots on feet. Jeans on legs. White collar shirt on torso, black leather jacket over the top. Feel good. Let’s go.