There is a…
very small park out the back of my building, which is nestled next to the Brooklyn Queens Expressway, perhaps the NYC version of the 405. Lately there’s been a homie or two sleeping under the overpass where this park is situated.
The window of the kitchen faces the freeway, and it’s a little scary at night. We don’t have a curtain.
I just heard a lot of shouting coming from the night sky, someone VERY angry. This is as I’m innocently scooping some rice to eat as a midnight snack…
Right now I’m inclined to stay inside and shut the windows and turn off the lights… yikes!
OK that’s the story of the day good night and have a nice life.
HELLO (Again…)
Tumblr is prettier, is easier, is something more like my simple life requires, I guess.
Raise your glasses as our eyes get blurry together and words become mush; it’s time to do laundry…!
enough is enough.
some people aren’t who you thought they were.
others still deceive your impressions.
in the end you find that you’re totally bewildered and don’t really know who to turn to about anything.
yikes is right.
what the eff is up with this rain?
i am having a lot of trouble letting go.
but i can’t wait to be rid of this feeling.
at the same time, i kind of wonder; how it is i got here in the first place.
i lieu of the 102 degree fever that has my body on fire, i write to you to say that i am a dreamer. i always have been, and i always will be.
there never goes by one day in which there’s a blissful moment when i’m caught looking at the sky, wondering what it feels like to fly towards the sun like icarus and daedelus. i look down the streets with these wistful eyes coveting others’ lives and wonder what it’s like to be on summer vacation again. my roommate came home today and showed me her new elephant t-shirt and a pair of flats from the indian store on 8th street. she was caught in a moment of sartorial delight, and i was loathing in self-pity at my screaming joints.
there’s this stream of consciousness thing happening to me right now, and i don’t really know how to control this overflow of information, where my thoughts are constantly shifting from one subject to the next without much relation.
i’m sure you’ve gathered by now that i’m a little crazy, but who isn’t?
i leave you with these pictures, because they make me happy.
because flying kites, riding in cars to the middle of nowhere, and staring at the sun are such simple pleasures you forget you can do in a city that can turn your mind to mush.
i really should go to sleep this cough syrup from the doctor seriously makes you feel like you’ve just shotgunned 5 beers in 5 minutes…
http://www.cushnieetochs.com/
these clothes are kinda cool…
traipsing through the forest
and getting bitten by deer ticks = lyme disease = no bueno.
however, that has yet to happen, and *knock on wood* it won’t happen this weekend. My roommate, Christina, was gracious enough to open her family’s house in Connecticut, so for two full days I will bid farewell to the city (thank GOD), and find my way through the woods and over the hills.
I can’t wait for some silence, a time to reflect and meditate on my life’s outlook at this very moment. To find something inspiring, and to be inspired. I’ve talked to so many people about the dilemma of our future, the uncertainty of our lives.
This industry has me choking under the hands of (1)financial insecurity and (2)complete creative sterility (aka NON AT ALL!).
Fashion? NOT Creative? Really?
To those outside, no. To those inside, we all swear it is the spawn of Satan, tempted us with pretty things and then took our souls.
But I kind of love it.
shopping addiction? i think yes.
after a hard drive failure = new computer, a phone upgrade = t-mobile g1, i ended up at oak on bond street to visit a couple buddies with my coworker, and lo and behold, came home with a pair of these:
fml i am gonna starve for the next month or two. but when i put them on, it was like walking on a cloud… AND they’re just so beautiful. gah! rachel comey, you are satan for today.
a torrential downpour sparked another long exposure out the window.
i found the thingy for my gorilla pod! imagine it showing up in an 8000+ sq ft office on top of the microwave in the kitchen. after 4 months of it missing. coincidence? act of god, more like.
this is what the city has looked like the past week.
my corner looks so sullen, eh?
nicki at her desk…
god’s light last year on a beautiful day.
work randoms, cloudy days, and chambray shirts.
lately i have been listening to miss kittin a lot. i would love to see her spin live sometime soon. and all techno’d out. or hard house. or oh i dunno nu disco madness. or, you get the idea.
that is all.
and recently i was introduced to the wonderful world of neue deutsche welle. lo and behold i had a shining example of this genre on a mix cd i bought ages ago. you should find die doraus - fred vom jupiter.
something about the tinny sounds and girls’ voices spewing some melodic nonsense about an alien man make me tap my feet and do the carlton.
i really really want to go to burning man. it seems like such an amazing, spiritual experience.
terms and conditions
where is the spring weather? it was WAY too cold today to enjoy the sun outside. regardless, easter was in full swing and people were out and about.
myself, i was in central park for a mere hour before retiring to a friend’s abode in the upper west side. it was a beautiful setting, and it felt great to bask in the sunlight for a little bit. let’s not talk about the damn subway ride up there, though. what a nightmare.
i brought my camera out for a little renaissance, but the inspiration hasn’t hit, yet. i guess it will when it does.
i have an addiction to nightlife, and a disdain for the morning rays of an impending day, fresh with responsibilities and other things you may call the facts of life. this may include but is not limited to phone calls, bill paying, cleaning, organizing, doing laundry, buying groceries, drawing, listening to music.
i think i did everything today that i wasn’t supposed to do, but it’s okay, because it was blissfully spent wandering about without motive or conviction. that sounds absolutely blasphemous, but really, it was nice.
and as i have said over and over, there is this certain unconsciousness that grabs at me; it’s been a perpetual introspective state of existence that i’ve turned to many times lately.
i guess you could call it denial, and i guess i choose to deny the reality of the situations that i encounter.
regardless, i will not belabor the point, nor ramble as i have before. i am just writing down the thoughts as they come.
on repeat at the moment:
the presets - this boy’s in love
royksopp - only this moment
miss kittin & the hacker - 1000 dreams
ladytron - ghosts
late of the pier - the bears are coming
portishead - nylon smile
tv on the radio - halfway home
neutral milk hotel - the king of carrot flowers pt 1 & pt 2, in order…
it was a rainy day when i had bronchitis 2 weeks ago, the backyard of my building was a mess.
i leave you with that… good night
