Networks and Justice

Apparently there may be a second chance for me to play piano at Antonio's restaurant in New Jersey, on Friday night. For you die hard blog fans, I was supposed to meet the 92 yr old piano player and maybe sit in at the beginning of this adventure, but he took the night off. Imagine that, a 92 piano player granted a night off! What a weird country. 

When you want to get a general feeling for a new neighbourhood, just open your laptop and check out the wireless networks available. Here's what has been floating around our sublet: WASP, Slight Edge, serenity, wisey brown, Superbiate to the Nth degree, twas a good run KurtD, Perhaps!, Mr. Incredible, go tigers, and poopy pants. 

You can learn so much from what people call their wireless networks: this neighbourhood has a sports fans, people who think highly of themselves, peaceful people, hopeful people, at least one white Anglo-Saxon Protestant, someone named Kurt who has finished something so admirable he named his network in honour of it, and lastly, someone with bowel issues. 

I saw "Chicago" last night. What a great inspiring musical. Everything so stylized, built on a theme of crime as entertainment. (Media over justice!) A show within a show, the band was great, and right on stage. It was so nice to finally experience the source of all these pieces of music I've endured sitting through auditions in the musical theatre world. 

OK time to fight the ants. They have a well-run network and have taken over our kitchen. We awoke this morning to a startling scene - the ants have actually tried to take the kitchen and have moved it six feet to the left. This, I fear, is justice for the cold blooded murder of my first little friend who was playing on my keyboard as I composed. (Music over Murder!) A deathwish not unlike the rats I observed playing on the subway rails last night.