I love being open.
I love being the type of person who lays it on the table and says…here it is, love me or leave me, but this is who I am. There are times of course when I apologize for aspects of myself that I fine to be… well… overwhelming or when I’m fearful […]
Listening to music on random yesterday my cousin and I came across the perfect occurrence, Soul Child’s Buddy vs. Estelle’s More than Friends. It was sort a call and response, if I could mash songs up with fancy audio machinery I would produce a perfect dance club hit. But since I can’t…you’ll just have to […]
“I work at night. I don’t just mean I write at night - I am writing this at 1.53am, as it happens - I mean I function at night. After sunset, I think as clearly as I ever will. I want to walk about, play the banjo and wear hats. I want to enjoy being […]
I was hanging out yesterday with a friend in Prospect Park, discussing the joys of walking (how can something that I do so often that its easy to take for granted, bring me so much peace and joy its beyond me) when he told me about an art project he’d joined in on with Harell […]
I woke up this morning a little bit before 5am and I was lying in bed thinking and thinking. So I got up and wrote a little bit and then blogged a bit. As I was looking for the post that referenced my resolution, I came across Auden’s poem “More Loving One.”
It was a poem […]
Oh the places I could go.
I woke up at five am, thinking of the usual things or not so usual things. But awake much too early.
It suddenly struck me, that I wanted to take the train to fire island and rent a bike and ride and ride on the little paths that they have […]
Well folks.
We’ve nearly reached the end of my blogger blogging era. I’ve been playing with the idea of drastically changing my blog since a little before the New Year. So here it is, April and I’m excited to be nearly there, it had gotten to the point that everything about blogger’s clunky back end […]
Testing out the new Teenybooks Digs (its nice though still a little unfinished, till I get a nice little banner up), with a few photos of my picnic in Prospect Park:
This is quite frankly, my favorite place in Brooklyn for the few weeks that the trees are blossoming during spring. I tried once to get […]
Last night I dreamt that I was watching the same movie over and over again. Maybe it was everyday, but definitely repeatedly over the course of the dream (since in dreams time expands and contracts at will).
I couldn’t remember the movie, but I woke up with the thought that it might have been Before Sunset.
Before […]
Nope.
I haven’t stopped writing my long Parisian post in case you’re waiting and wondering where my usual morning updates are, they’ve just moved briefly to Wordbk for a small guest stint.
Word.
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