This warms my heart while making me jealous AND hopeful. I love him.
This is very, very bad. They're right across the street! I don't like it at all.
This is basically the best thing ever. Could that cat rock more?
BA DUM TISH!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
thought i posted this DAYS ago. didn't.
(I guess I wrote this on Saturday? Whatever. It's currently Tuesday.)
It's another beautiful day here in Williamsburg. Lots of folks on bikes, a million different varieties of ballgames going on in the park, and people wearing as little as they can without looking like total idiots. Sometimes failing that respect. (Says the girl who just went outside wearing a lime green turban/cloche from Saks circa 1965...)
Life's been pretty good lately.
Faithful friend Rinnz and I saw The All-For-Nots at the Annex in the Lower East Side. We got there way too early, of course, even after I derailed us with an unintentional detour to Avenue D (scenic, and teenagers hit on us). We alighted to the upper area to "quietly judge people," in Rinnz's words, endured a shit-tastic screamo band from Miami Beach (they kept yelling 'Miami!' as if anyone gives a fuck) whose guitar player kept waggling his finger manically while he sang. I don't know about you, but that doesn't appeal to me.
Annnnnyay, bitchiness aside....the AFN played what I thought was a great set, and people were really enthusiastic. (I briefly considered seeking out fangirls and selling them secrets. It didn't happen.) I felt like I was playing dress-up a little bit, in my snazzy hip Brooklyn Industries dress (who am I), wearing high heels, but I got over myself and even managed to dance a little bit. (I was determined to be the complete opposite of myself the last time I saw the AFN--or rather, AFTER I saw the AFN last time (meaning a wasted idiot), so I was concentrating on keeping it together, mentally AND physically... aka being a bit of a stiff.) But they sounded awesome, they really did, and it was great to see people enjoying them. I talked to Brian a little bit and he said that two of his friends had just asked him who writes Larry's blog. A tee-hee.
(Sort of on the same note-- and I'm not going to dwell on this-- there was a vitriolic blog entry about the show and the band posted a few days ago which specifically mentioned that "the band's annoying fake manager has an annoying real blog." I would be lying if said I didn't feel a momentary twinge of something akin to pride. As my friend said "Well, I mean, you wanted it to be annoying, and it is." Success? Other than that: fuck bloggers. Um, not me, though? Whatever. I'm not a real blogger.)
After that, I made my way in the misty rain to Kettle Of Fish on Christopher for another excellent installment of Middle Earth. Since it was already almost midnight, the crowd was thinning out, but we lacked in quantity we made up for in quality. Lots of fun and friends and drinks and darts....later in the night lots of pizza and fries and teenage black drag queens, not making it up, and even later, lots of creepy borderline-sexual harassment on the subway platform by a CRAZY Italian man who told me 'You're killing me slowly. I like the pain.' (Someone said: "What is it with you and these foreign guys?!" I think they can tell I'm an easy target.)
And then it's been work, work, whatever, sitting around in the park, sunshine, good people, decadence, and things like that.
I can't really complain.
It's another beautiful day here in Williamsburg. Lots of folks on bikes, a million different varieties of ballgames going on in the park, and people wearing as little as they can without looking like total idiots. Sometimes failing that respect. (Says the girl who just went outside wearing a lime green turban/cloche from Saks circa 1965...)
Life's been pretty good lately.
Faithful friend Rinnz and I saw The All-For-Nots at the Annex in the Lower East Side. We got there way too early, of course, even after I derailed us with an unintentional detour to Avenue D (scenic, and teenagers hit on us). We alighted to the upper area to "quietly judge people," in Rinnz's words, endured a shit-tastic screamo band from Miami Beach (they kept yelling 'Miami!' as if anyone gives a fuck) whose guitar player kept waggling his finger manically while he sang. I don't know about you, but that doesn't appeal to me.
Annnnnyay, bitchiness aside....the AFN played what I thought was a great set, and people were really enthusiastic. (I briefly considered seeking out fangirls and selling them secrets. It didn't happen.) I felt like I was playing dress-up a little bit, in my snazzy hip Brooklyn Industries dress (who am I), wearing high heels, but I got over myself and even managed to dance a little bit. (I was determined to be the complete opposite of myself the last time I saw the AFN--or rather, AFTER I saw the AFN last time (meaning a wasted idiot), so I was concentrating on keeping it together, mentally AND physically... aka being a bit of a stiff.) But they sounded awesome, they really did, and it was great to see people enjoying them. I talked to Brian a little bit and he said that two of his friends had just asked him who writes Larry's blog. A tee-hee.
(Sort of on the same note-- and I'm not going to dwell on this-- there was a vitriolic blog entry about the show and the band posted a few days ago which specifically mentioned that "the band's annoying fake manager has an annoying real blog." I would be lying if said I didn't feel a momentary twinge of something akin to pride. As my friend said "Well, I mean, you wanted it to be annoying, and it is." Success? Other than that: fuck bloggers. Um, not me, though? Whatever. I'm not a real blogger.)
After that, I made my way in the misty rain to Kettle Of Fish on Christopher for another excellent installment of Middle Earth. Since it was already almost midnight, the crowd was thinning out, but we lacked in quantity we made up for in quality. Lots of fun and friends and drinks and darts....later in the night lots of pizza and fries and teenage black drag queens, not making it up, and even later, lots of creepy borderline-sexual harassment on the subway platform by a CRAZY Italian man who told me 'You're killing me slowly. I like the pain.' (Someone said: "What is it with you and these foreign guys?!" I think they can tell I'm an easy target.)
And then it's been work, work, whatever, sitting around in the park, sunshine, good people, decadence, and things like that.
I can't really complain.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Crackling in the stratosphere.
Clifford Odets says, in his journal: "Then I went to bed, thinking that it had been a comfortable but a dull day and night. What do you want? Fireworks all the time? Yes, that is exactly what I want."
Yes, that is exactly what I want.
Yes, that is exactly what I want.
Monday, April 7, 2008
My head might explode...
...from how much I love Liam!
The dazzlingly-witty Mr. Mulshine sent me a card full of wonderful things (i.e. a Pleasure Chest "Wish List" sticky notepad), but the most wonderful thing of all was the card itself. Please find the cover here...
And read his accompanying critical analysis (emphasis on the "anal"):
"Don't you love the photo? I find it delighfully silly and utterly queer (in all senses of the word!) at the same time, sort of like two Wilde-ian fin-de-siecle lovers in a drunken attempt at Fat Joe's 'Lean Back' dance. At least that's how I like to think of it. The confusing part: Who goes into a photo studio and poses like that, that long ago? I mean, they really went to quite some trouble, what with the backdrop and all. Fun things to note: the fallen hat, the crumpled hat, the half-on jacket, the fancy buttoned shoe, the undone collar, and the moustachioed guy's arthritis fingers. Or are they just foppishly splayed? Guess who's spent too much time looking at this photo?"
The dazzlingly-witty Mr. Mulshine sent me a card full of wonderful things (i.e. a Pleasure Chest "Wish List" sticky notepad), but the most wonderful thing of all was the card itself. Please find the cover here...
And read his accompanying critical analysis (emphasis on the "anal"):
"Don't you love the photo? I find it delighfully silly and utterly queer (in all senses of the word!) at the same time, sort of like two Wilde-ian fin-de-siecle lovers in a drunken attempt at Fat Joe's 'Lean Back' dance. At least that's how I like to think of it. The confusing part: Who goes into a photo studio and poses like that, that long ago? I mean, they really went to quite some trouble, what with the backdrop and all. Fun things to note: the fallen hat, the crumpled hat, the half-on jacket, the fancy buttoned shoe, the undone collar, and the moustachioed guy's arthritis fingers. Or are they just foppishly splayed? Guess who's spent too much time looking at this photo?"
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Gulag romance?
My prison-camp-hottie of a neighbor (he's from Eastern Europe) just introduced himself to me (I guess he's forgotten the time I borrowed his phone for half an hour) and kissed me on the cheek and said 'Maybe some time we will go out for a drink.'
I mean....
I mean....
Friday, April 4, 2008
Cats on Leashes!
Oh, for the love of god! I can't even keep up with this stupid blog. Which is ostensibly written for myself. Sort of. I mean. It's written for you. (And you. And you!) Whatever, anyway, I've been working on the most epic post ever about my terrible/wonderful night at La Mama but it got so long that I felt like I would be imposing on cyberspace to post it. So here I'll just blurt out everything else I want to say.
Sondre Lerche has a wonderful song called "My Hands Are Shaking," shaking from "carrying this torch for you." Unrequited/unfulfilled love in a cute Norwegian accent. One of the lines is "My sheets are tearing, from sleeping in too long, sleeping in too long with you." Well, I certainly have been sleeping in, though not with you (or you, or you, or anyone else), but when I woke up this morning, my pillowcase had a big rip in it. I don't know.
A few days ago, I was leaving Erin's apartment and it was kind of drizzling and I was kind of sad, I don't remember why (I'm not sure I knew at the time) and I was walking to the train and an old man who had nice clothes on and a hat was approaching the corner at the same time I was. I stopped so we wouldn't run into each other, and then he looked at me, tipped his hat, and let me go by. I immediately got a huge lump in my throat, and choked out 'Thanks' before passing him. I don't know if it was because it was such an unexpected moment of niceness, or because he was so cute, or what. Again...I don't know.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Craig, walking around Fort Tryon park, arguing about where the Bronx starts and Manhattan ends, and marvelling at the fact that he has a couch and two armchairs in his room. In his room!! Not to mention a bed and a tv that's about as large as my stove. We saw a lady walking a cat, on a leash, in the scurf next to the road, underneath a construction site....near to where someone's tire had been somehow ripped off their car. This city, this city... Then I got a call telling me I didn't have to work, which was a wonderful surprise, so I went to dinner and a movie with Nitz, Miss Molly, Craig, and Julie. We saw 'The Band's Visit,' an Israeli movie from last year, and it was greaaaaaaaaaaaat. Then we all went to Molly's and drank a lot of cheap wine. So many nice surprises yesterday. I DO know that.
Our eternal houseguest has departed. I can't say I'm sad. So I won't say anything.
The weather's been nice and a little disorienting. Two days ago I was too cold to take as long a walk as I wanted at 7:00. The day before that, a stroll at 11:00 was mild and lovely...after the monsoon had ended, that is. Today is gloomy.
Here's a sample of what I've been eating lately. I am taking a page from Joseph Cornell, from the looks of it: doughnuts from Peter Pan. Star Crunch cakes. A beer milkshake. Sushi. Candy. Bowls of cereal at midnight. HobNobs. Endless cups of tea. I'm going to disintegrate! No one can live on a diet like that!
I'm going singing tomorrow, which I'm really, really happy about. I can't stay the whole time, and I have to run right from there to the lesbian extravaganza of stress at LM, but I am glad to be going at all. I keep thinking of a line from a song in the Sacred Harp: "Give me a calm and thankful heart, from every murmur free." They're talking about Jesus, of course, but that doesn't mean that I have to be thinking about Jesus when I say it!
(Then again, I don't know if I really want a "calm" heart. Only sometimes do I think that would be nice. Generally, I think I am appreciative of my manic, frantic heart.)
Ahhhh! There is cereal to be eaten. Goodbye!
Sondre Lerche has a wonderful song called "My Hands Are Shaking," shaking from "carrying this torch for you." Unrequited/unfulfilled love in a cute Norwegian accent. One of the lines is "My sheets are tearing, from sleeping in too long, sleeping in too long with you." Well, I certainly have been sleeping in, though not with you (or you, or you, or anyone else), but when I woke up this morning, my pillowcase had a big rip in it. I don't know.
A few days ago, I was leaving Erin's apartment and it was kind of drizzling and I was kind of sad, I don't remember why (I'm not sure I knew at the time) and I was walking to the train and an old man who had nice clothes on and a hat was approaching the corner at the same time I was. I stopped so we wouldn't run into each other, and then he looked at me, tipped his hat, and let me go by. I immediately got a huge lump in my throat, and choked out 'Thanks' before passing him. I don't know if it was because it was such an unexpected moment of niceness, or because he was so cute, or what. Again...I don't know.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Craig, walking around Fort Tryon park, arguing about where the Bronx starts and Manhattan ends, and marvelling at the fact that he has a couch and two armchairs in his room. In his room!! Not to mention a bed and a tv that's about as large as my stove. We saw a lady walking a cat, on a leash, in the scurf next to the road, underneath a construction site....near to where someone's tire had been somehow ripped off their car. This city, this city... Then I got a call telling me I didn't have to work, which was a wonderful surprise, so I went to dinner and a movie with Nitz, Miss Molly, Craig, and Julie. We saw 'The Band's Visit,' an Israeli movie from last year, and it was greaaaaaaaaaaaat. Then we all went to Molly's and drank a lot of cheap wine. So many nice surprises yesterday. I DO know that.
Our eternal houseguest has departed. I can't say I'm sad. So I won't say anything.
The weather's been nice and a little disorienting. Two days ago I was too cold to take as long a walk as I wanted at 7:00. The day before that, a stroll at 11:00 was mild and lovely...after the monsoon had ended, that is. Today is gloomy.
Here's a sample of what I've been eating lately. I am taking a page from Joseph Cornell, from the looks of it: doughnuts from Peter Pan. Star Crunch cakes. A beer milkshake. Sushi. Candy. Bowls of cereal at midnight. HobNobs. Endless cups of tea. I'm going to disintegrate! No one can live on a diet like that!
I'm going singing tomorrow, which I'm really, really happy about. I can't stay the whole time, and I have to run right from there to the lesbian extravaganza of stress at LM, but I am glad to be going at all. I keep thinking of a line from a song in the Sacred Harp: "Give me a calm and thankful heart, from every murmur free." They're talking about Jesus, of course, but that doesn't mean that I have to be thinking about Jesus when I say it!
(Then again, I don't know if I really want a "calm" heart. Only sometimes do I think that would be nice. Generally, I think I am appreciative of my manic, frantic heart.)
Ahhhh! There is cereal to be eaten. Goodbye!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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