et deux.

part two. stillwater.

my mini soda.

the end of november 2007. part one.

finally.

i sincerely apologize for my recent combination of lack of internet, lack of time, and lack of interest in keeping this thing updated. and therefore expect a slew of things all at once.

often you can tell a lot about a person by the music they're listening to, so here's my list from the last week or so. i will refrain from making my own comments, make any inferences you wish. but surely take some time and listen.

the deadly syndrome-animals wearing clothes
dinosaur jr.-goin home
nico-these days
sondre lerche-after all
wilco-sunken treasure
interpol-pda
kinks-lola
rufus wainwright-going to a town
dylan-tangled up in blue
beirut-elephant gun
vampire weekend-i stand corrected

tuesday morning.

"after all."

brooklyn.

it was dark and raining cats and dogs. my eyes, downcast, watched the water as it collected dirt and oil from the sidewalks into pools that reflected a kind of warhol-ian image of rainbow colored storefronts. not having an umbrella, i was hunched over and wet, hair become strings of yarn, inhaling droplets racing down my face. every song i had listened to that night was about me. (heart heavy as lead). it was hard to remember a time that i walked upright.

the air coming up the avenue was bitter and bit into my arms and legs. my stomach was sending mixed messages of hunger and nauseousness and therefore, unknowingly, i turned down the wrong street only to find a very angry dog and a man smoking a cigarette. in the rain. as far as omens go, this certainly wasn't a good one, so i stumbled backwards and pulled myself up to venture toward the nearest doorway. they passed quietly, though stopping briefly to glance at the odd figure shivering in the flickering florescent light.

i kept on telling myself, there's still time. there's still time. there's still time. walking the rest of the way juggling various vowels and consonants in my semi-conscious consciousness. closing the heavy glass door behind me, another day down.

(things are great, but they're just not right.)

just because it's called "piazza, new york catcher"

off on the right foot.

a list of random wishes:
to take my mix cds live and on air
to read all of the ny library classics list
and some of the nyt best of the year list
but to finish the five books i bought last week
to forever have enough goat cheese to eat with my meals
to cuddle with alfred and jackie under the covers
to take down the xmas tree without an explosion of needles
to get said xmas tree recycled without a year full of needles in my car
to reach enlightenment
to send cards and packages to all of my friends
to make a giant batch of chocolate chip cookies (which i haven't done in a while)
to cut my hair
to find a new irish soap opera to follow
to kick ass at my job
to grow a jungle of plants similar to an english conservatory in my room
to draw
to photograph
to go to the met
to smile
to wake up, walk the dogs, have a little breakfast, and a big cup of hot coffee