Logan Lo - On (or Close to) Schedule

Finally got my piña colada the other day, along with alla the seafood I would have had in Miami had we gone. It wasn't ideal but it was something.

I was supposed to be in Miami this week. Instead, I met up with a Frenemy and my old buddy, Paul, among others.

I told my son that I'd always come back for him. Except, first, I had to fix my internet and that meant ripping cable off the wall.

My son was only home for a few days and I didn't get to do most of the things I wanted to do with him. But it was better than nuthin. And he sang to me to boot.

My Halloween was nothing like I thought it would be. Which makes sense, because nothing is ever like I thought it would be.

There's this billionaire and almost billionaire that you'll recognize once I tell you about them, but they only got to be that way because they didn't want to be good at what they did.

Did I ever tell you that it was my cousin Ras that introduced me to Mouse? I figured I should just tell you.

What do rent regulation and Trump's border wall have in common? They were both meant to solve a completely different problem than people think. And neither works.

I never touch Alison's keys. I suppose I should, someday. Not yet, though.

You can tell if an animal is a predator or prey, depending on where its eyes are.

Saw a few people this weekend but, really, the best conversations of the weekend were with Mouse.

My friends make fun of me for walking around with a huge camera like a tourist. But I don't care. Someday, the digital ink will be all I have left.

Knowing your own value and the value of things is powerful. Have you ever heard of Lao Gan Ma Crispy Chili? If not, you heard about it here first. It'll be the next big thing. Trust me on this.

My dad woulda been 82 this week. I wish I we had a chance to speak as two fathers. I wish a lotta things.

I've been in my head for a buncha various reasons. And my friends came and pulled me out. It's a good reason to have friends.

Mouse met Alison's parents this past weekend. That was pretty surreal. And then I hung out with her brother and sister-in-law.

Had some nice human interactions this past weekend. One was with a stranger, the other was with my son.

In a last minute thing, some friends and I ended up having a seafood dinner literally on the street in the rain the other night.

Chad and I have a new FSB talking about the Man from Nowhere. Also met up with RE Mike and Mouse for dinner the other night. All-in-all, not a bad few days.

My uncle Jay just passed away. Don't be too sad. He lived a good long life and was loved and respected. We should all be so lucky.

There's a story that I was just reminded of about the kid that I wanted to tell you. He just started kindergarten, in a manner of speaking, you see...

A number of my single friends are finding that dating in general is no fun but dating during a pandemic is the pits.

We did another Scenic Fights shoot this past weekend and Mouse ended up driving us around town. All-in-all, it was a really good weekend.

Got into my first accident with the scooter. Nothing too serious, I suppose. I'm glad I was wearing a helmet.

Naked Chinese Man

A buddy and his girl came by for dinner the other night and we played one of Alison's boardgames that's been here for years.

That video I was in got a million views in about 11 days. A million. I'm guessing most of those were my mom. Also, I rolled for the first time in ages out in Brooklyn.

I have a lotta rules I live by that probably wouldn't make sense to you on the surface. 

My son says some pretty mature things, I think because I choose not to speak to him like a child.

I wouldn't let my son play tug-of-war and you shouldn't either. You have no idea what forces are at play here.

Had an indoor BBQ to see off Chuck the other day when I realized what "grief-stricken" really means.

Had an indoor BBQ to see off Chuck the other day when I realized what "grief-stricken" really means.

You don't know, what you don't know, until you know, that you didn't know it.

I had a really nice weekend with Mouse, Chad, and some other friends. Avoiding pain is as good as happiness.

It's been three years since my dad died. It doesn't feel like three years.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, met up with three old friends of mine around the way.

That miserable week ended with me getting locked out of my apartment.

The next day, I was back to dealing with the flooding situation - both with a jacked-up hand and a jackhammer.

I thought I broke two fingers. I did not but the alternative wasn't much better.

Ran into an old gym buddy of mine way back during 9/11. It's funny what's different and what remains the same.

I painted the boy's room the other day with the help of some friends. There's a reason I didn't for so long.

This fella named Luciano Anthony (Bianco) died last month. I wanted to tell you about him.

There's a particular type of suicidal thought called "The Call of the Void," that I feel, more than you might imagine,

I understand some of what I do in life may seem grotesque to you. Somehow, I tell myself, that if I'm honest, that makes what I do better.

This is kinda not part of my regular blog stuff; I was asked if I was a feminist once. I didn't know how to answer that.

You would think my week would improve. You would be mistaken.

...get a busy person to do it.

My apartment flooded the other day. That's exactly as much fun as it sounds.

Finally told someone my sad story: Alison was the queen of my heart and I was her guard.

Meant to meet up with a new contestant last week but I bailed and saw the most important woman in my life after Alison.

Parted ways with someone recently. And two women in my life just chatted with each other in a cool way.

Agreeing with the Gracie brothers, the very people the law Mayor DeBlasio is claiming to help will be the ones that will have to deal with the consequences of the police having less-lethal options to do their job.

To say that Trump killed his fellow Americans by the thousands is probably accurate.

Made a pitcher of mojito the other day, met another girl with a dog, and thought about pandemics. All-in-all, a pretty busy day.

I don't give everyone I meet a name because I never know if something is going anywhere enough to merit that.

People are actually only 43% human. The other 57%? Not human.

I've spent the last several 4ths of July by my lonesome but this year may be different.

I saw my family on Monday for the first time in months because of COVID. It was glorious.

Chad and I've been trying to repair a bike for two months now. We shouldn't quit our day jobs.

City's opening up again but I don't think people fully realize the price that has to be paid.

Since I've recovered from COVID, it's like someone turned up the volume and brightness on my life again.

Since I've recovered from COVID, it's like someone turned up the volume and brightness on my life again.

Have you ever heard about the loneliest whale in the world?

If you're the average of the five people you spend the most time with, who are you spending quarantine with?

After the Trail of Tears, the Choctaw sent the starving Irish $170 to help them with their potato famine.

Some old friends have been keeping me company these days, in a manner of speaking.

It's a horror when you realize you love something or someone that doesn't love you back.

My weekend was weird and centered around people potentially breaking into houses and knives.

My weekend was weird and centered around people potentially breaking into houses and knives.

Kahlil Gibran once said, "Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself."

99% of a tree isn't alive. Kinda like me.

If you told me last year that the country would be in lockdown, and the only person I'd see was my BJJ coach, I woulda thought you were insane.

Alison, Ryan Reynolds, and Robert Landsberg all understood what it was like to love something greater than yourself.

I run all information I get through three-steps to try to understand it better.

I've become a cautionary tale and a litmus test for those around me.

Now that I've gotten the coronavirus under control, I've been catching up with people I've not spoken to in ages.

My BJJ coach Chad Vaźquez came by to give me a private BJJ lesson on my mats; it's not ideal but it's something.

Saw my son briefly the other day. It was too brief. And my quest for fried chicken continues.

Just a few days ago, the amount of people in the US that died from Covid-19, 58,355, surpassed the number of people that died from the Vietnam war, 58,220.

9.26 people died each day in the Vietnam War but 589.44 Americans died each day here from Covid-19. But each one of those numbers was a person. And now, people are pressuring change at the risk of more lives. I don't know how anyone is ok with that.

From: On (or Close to) Schedule - Yes, Really

This is a long entry because I recently got confirmation of something I thought I knew.

Did you know that you need a physical injury for cancer? You can't mentally will someone to get cancer, you have to have something actually injure you - a virus (HPV), a particle (asbestos, coal), a physical action (tick bite), something.

Well, when you hurt someone, without early intervention, that injury metastasizes like cancer. And the loneliest people in the world not only don't intervene, they double and triple-down, to ensure that there's no relationship.

Got a lotta time to think and write. Let me tell you a story about a dude I know.

Do you remember when I gave you that three-step PSA on how to apologize?

I submit that a lotta lonely people are the ones that don't understand that apologies are a three-step process.

Been thinking a lot of best friends and loyalty lately.

I'm getting audited again. After everything that I've been through, it's hard to care, even though I know that I should. Honestly, though, IDGAF.

A fella I've known practically my whole life just passed away, right before his birthday. That bothers me more than you might imagine.