sweetie

if we were puppets we'd still be in love...sweetie



band: everthus the deadbeats - "sweetie"

3 years...but who's counting?

for years i tried
for years i cried
for years i lied
for years

there's no way to take those years back and start over. and i wouldn't want to. i appreciate those years and all the days and night within them. the real question is, can i wrap up those years and put them aside and start new with you? can a friendship be forged out of a failed relationship? i hope so. because for years i tried. the rest doesn't matter...anymore.

death goes to myhotpink

my previous blog MYHOTPINK has seen it's last cyber day. MYHOTPINK was a collection of art, music, amazing restaurants and amazing people in Brooklyn, New York. while living in Brooklyn i came to know who i really am. i came to know more about people, and less about insignificance. i grew up and grew in. the friends i reconnected with and the people i met there, the experiences i had there and the experiences I took with me all shaped me in various ways. Brooklyn, i love you. just know that i'll be back...and that i never really left.

although MYHOTPINK has ended, don't forget about...

RESTAURANTS
The Diner
Marlow & Sons
DuMont
DuMont Burger
Enids
Blackbird Cafe
Northeast Kingdom
Wykoff Starr
Roberta's
Taco Chula
Applewood
Blue Ribbon
Buttermilk
Freeman's (Manhattan)
La Esquina (Manhattan)

PLACES
Studio B
The Garden
Savalas
The Box (Manhattan)
Beatrice Inn (Manhattan)
Commonweath
Mercury Lounge
Union Pool
Whiskey
Brooklyn Museum
stroll through Park Slope and shop!
don't forget about All Points West & PS1 in the summer
tons of music venues too

PARTIES
Ruff Club at the Annex (Manhattan)
Dave P's party at Santos (Manhattan)
Alex English's party Robot Rock at Le Royale (Manhattan)
gees, there's tons...

MISC
the best place to watch the sunset is from the Brooklyn Bridge.. do it!
brunch is a staple in New York, especially Brooklyn. so plan on spending 3 hours each Sunday with a handful of friends at any number of amazing restaurants
loft parties are pretty common in Brooklyn. so befriend anyone with a loft.
go see an amature burlesque show at Galapagos
catch a concert at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple or at the McCarren Park Pool
get lost on the subway system or better yet, take your chances of NOT getting trapped on the G line
have a picnic in Clinton Hill or catch a movie at the Brooklyn Center Cinema
roam around the city and appreciate all the graffiti or stop in one of the many independent art studios
if you end up doing the same old thing each day or each week in Brooklyn then you are, well, my mother always taught me to keep quiet if i didn't have anything nice to say.

the sunset sandwich

for lauren...

This morning I watched a small flock of pigeons devour a piece of bread. Each took a turn at pecking the bread into smaller, more manageable bites. There was beauty in the madness as each pigeon waited as its brethren took his or her turn. They worked quickly yet efficiently with the piece of bread as if another flock of pigeons were arriving soon. Before long that piece of bread became crumbs scattered on the concrete. The flock disbanded and took flight into the city air.
In the quiet hours of morning, I find the courage to think about the things that kept me up the night before. The cool air begins to flush with warmth and I know my afternoon is soon. How will today be different from tomorrow?
At mid day I overheard a child begging her mother to “tie the string tighter mommy.” I turned and saw a small child in a white summer dress with her arm outstretched to her mother who was kneeling down while tying one end of a string to the tiny wrist of her tiny daughter. The other end of the string was tied to a large pink balloon and it was gently moving in the air like a kite. While deciding what a beautiful little girl could have achieved to have deserved such a wonderful present, her mother stood up and claimed, “there, that should do it.” The child smiled at her mother as if to thank her. Then she softly touched the knot as if to double check her mother’s work. The pair took a few steps down the road and the pink balloon followed them. Yet then without warning the balloon began to wave wildly in the air and suddenly broke free from the child’s wrist and climbed into the sky. Up, up, up it went. The little girl, with her little arm pointing up to the sky, turned to her mother and asked “what does ‘that should do it mean’?
A look from a stranger from the safety of his car. A cyclist rides past me and smiles. A dove sits on a tree branch and sings me a song. Faces that I have never seen and may never see again are all around. All these lives, everywhere. The sound of traffic, then the sound of stillness. I steal a moment and wonder what she is doing now.
Much of the day is behind me. I am sitting on a park bench with every intention of finishing a book I have yet to finish. With the book in my hands, I find the page where I left off and begin again. The words enter my mind and the story unfolds…again. The shape of my head gently sweeps over the book and darkens the pages. The sun is lower in the sky and the light is ending.
I pass a man who is crying. He is leaning against a beautiful white brick house. Hanging his head and hiding his face, he knows I am there. Our eyes meet and I see the pain in his face. Something terrible has happened. Although we are strangers I am familiar with his sorrow. Yet unaware of what troubles him. Lifting his chin to the setting sun, he wipes his eyes and then closes them. Tightly. As if to wish this day would end. A woman appears from behind and gently touches the man on the shoulder. He does not move. A whisper slips from her mouth to him and his eyes open. He stands and walks with the woman inside. It was then that I noticed the small plaque which adorned the building. It read “Cedar Hospice. Est. 1895”
Beyond the tree clearing I can see the remainder of the day. It waits in the air, between the pink and the orange. It reflects off the steel and the glass of the city. It reflects off of me and off of you. It promises me tomorrow and then leaves me the same tonight.

Pop! Canadian style in a train

Pop Montreal returns in all its glory for the fourth year! From October 1 - 5, the city of Montreal will be consumed with music, street fairs, food, arts...even a fashion show. Artists such as Nick Cave, Burt Bacharach, Crystal Castles, Hot Chip, The Veils, Black Kids, You Say Party! We Say Die!, and more will flood various venues across the city...making it like a very northern (and most likely very colder) SXSW.
I'm super excited to see some of my favorite musicians perform in Montreal. but I'm also excited to be going against my own grain and refusing to stay at the W Montreal Hotel. that's right. No 500 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets for me, no marble bathrooms with sweeping views of downtown Montreal, no cute little French speaking front desk clerk to ask me if I'd like a morning wake up call (not that kind of wake up call...get your mind out of the gutter) Nope! None of those things. Lauren and I are "roughing it" and I couldn't be happier. she found this amazing hostel, yes hostel and it isn't like any other hostel i have ever known. my idea of a hostel was 18 eastern Europeans crammed into a small room, sleeping on bunk beds, sharing a tiny bathroom with no hot water and giving each other lice. she found a hostel that is basically one letter away from a hotel. its adorable! we have our own private cabin that looks like a train. so awesome. she's awesome. and our trip will be awesome.

forever

ode to lady

oh lady, how i love thee
how i hope you don't pee
on the sofa or on the bed
on my clothes or on my head

you are the apple of my eye
the bright sun in my sky
i hope you live forever
i hope you live forever

the wall

there's a marble wall near S. 3 and Bedford that has been burned into my memory. in my mind i see her feet because i couldn't bare to look into her eyes. she is leaning against the wall. she is crying. she hasn't been listening or maybe i hadn't been listening.

i am here

so close to the corner, so close to the skin. so certain this bending will break me from within. here, the lightness meets the night and decides to give into its might. here i am. i am here. i am up above the rain now. the dark clouds of compromise folding into the past as the fresh golden air illuminates my mind. i am warm. i am whole. i am moving toward a trust that i can taste, touch.
i am closer. closer. closer still.

m o m e n t

i believe one's life is made up of a million unforgettable moments. these moments are special, defining and profound. these moments are the moments between the ones less significant. for these are the moments that pepper our lives with meaning and with hope. with purpose. these are the moments that shape our lives and touch the most fragile corners of ourselves. these are the moments we start to measure other moments by. they become cornerstones, milestones, gemstones. i just had one of these moments. i savored it. i still savor it.