maybe the scorpion can't help but sting

A lot of good things and a lot of shitty things have happened the past few days but for once, I don't fucking want to talk about it.


Is there a better character on t.v. then Nancy Botwin?

when you're strange faces come out of the rain

I am a complete and total sucker for street art. Ian Curtis by Jef Aerosol:

some visual proof that the past week actually happened.

if i could eat any dessert for the rest of my life, it would be macaroons.

taking care of business

I finally cleaned my room, which was excellent considering that I have found it is far easier to function in a space which possesses some sense of order, however minimal. Since I had around two hours at my disposal, the results were pleasing. I was so proud of myself that I took a few pictures, which I will post at some point later.

Thought: Was there anything cooler than Old New York?
Picture this...and red wine.
I keep thinking about how insane it was that prohibition actually happened. Like, pause with me for a moment on the subject. So, there was a point in time when it was illegal not to mention socially unacceptable to consume alcohol. Now if you live in New York City in an apartment close enough in proximity to a liquor store, you can get alcohol delivered to your door. Oh, how times have changed.

Hannah, now I know why you want to hear The Velvet Underground's record. I wish I were alive for this.

[...and is that Edie dancing in the background? You can totally see Warhol, backwards blonde wig and all.]

Today I got my backpack back from Angel, it has been in his room since the SOA protest in Georgia. Am in the midst of writing a short story/ article type deal on the subject. I'm happy to be reunited with two pairs of my best beat up leather boots and my iPod. Have been listening to a lot of Nouvelle Vague today. Why is it so cold again...

A certain local radio station is apparently raffling off tickets for the Grateful Dead reunion tour, would really like to see them play.

Thoughts

The other day was a good day because I was starving at school already on two cups of black coffee (one at like 10 a.m. when I woke up, the other around 5 p.m. thanks to Pura Vida at the pub) when I started going through my bag, looking for who knows what (probably my cellphone which has by now mastered the disappearing act or Burt's Bees, the one major essential), and happened to stumble upon a grape flavored Blow Pop. It was probably from some night spent at the Levee, maybe from Yeasayer. But anyway, the point is that I really forgot how appealing (and awesome) candy (specifically lollipops) can be. Definitely a taste of nostalgia. Do you remember those commercials with the animated owl, How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie roll pop? I'm sure I must have lost count of that somewhere along the line.

Starbucks has this new program (read: promotion- whatever, at least it is for good) where you fill out a card pledging five hours to help your community in some way. "Let's get to work. Together." Their words, not mine. When you hand in the card through January 25th (which is actually really soon) they give you a free drink. I'm going to do it, but not sure in what way the town of White Plains could most benefit from my help...hmm, will have to think on that note.

Pass the time.





I need to get a job, I am cold and I like this coat

Listen to this album again.

And this is how glamour should be.


Tomorrow is Friday which means that it is both the weekend and Berman's party. Good thing I'm not one for hangovers.

It's one oh four a.m.

I really really really want to get a record player.

not for sale any more

Love them

For some reason, this isn't allowing me to post videos, so there is the link. It has been too cold lately, I hear it is supposed to snow (...again) tomorrow. Have reverted back to my old insomniac self, unfortunately I left the melatonin back at the apartment with my phone charger but I guess that was inevitable considering I had to leave again after (what, three, four hours of sleep at most on) New Year's day. I have been reasonably productive lately, lots of writing and reading and seeing things and seeing people and sitting on my roof staring at the stars. Just the way I like it. That being said, I am ready to go back. Almost.

This week should be a drunken blur:
back to White Plainsss
Steve & Brian reunion of epic proportions
Oli's birthday/barhopping in city extravaganza
Angel's birthday
President Berman's (Manhattanville's former president, gotta love him) huge party in the new building. That guy from Gym Class Heroes or something is djing, but more importantly there will be an open bar!!! Thanks, Manhattanville, you are clearly a superior establishment.

Anyway, I have been reading some good things lately- Synchronicity by Jung (centers on the topic of meaningful coincidences), The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps by Bukowski (of course it was amazing, though I still maintain What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire is better), Where the Sidewalk Ends (oh nostalgia! my mom got me it for christmas this year), Allen Ginsberg Collected Journals (haven't finished yet but very interesting, lends incite into his methods of writing, some original drafts of poems such as America, descriptions of dreams he had), The Kite Runner (my sister hates reading but she actually liked it, so I figured why not. was quite good, really gave you an idea of what afghanistan is like), The Myth of Sisyphus (Camus is by far one of my favorite authors and this is the only one of his books I haven't reread), Anne Sexton Collected Poems (brilliance), The Critique of Judgment by Kant (the essay on the beautiful is excellent), there are some more too but I can't remember at the moment.

The new season of Damages just started the other night and oh it is as good as ever. Though I'm not really one for t.v. since we don't have it at the apartment, I figure I might as well enjoy it now. So that means lots of Planet Earth and Cops. I'm tired of typing. Adieu!

saw this quote the other day in the city, not sure where it's from but it's great

"I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."

so this the new year.

2009. A whole new year...hard to believe. So many things have changed since the last time I waited around with friends in New York City, counting down in a two bedroom on Christopher St. the seconds until the ball dropped, the bottles of champagne, johnny walker, patron popped and savored until their was nothing left to countdown to, the hugs at midnight, the kisses, the cab rides, the barhopping, the drunken French, the gaps here and there and everywhere throughout the night and hell, the year that followed. But that being said, 2008 did me good in the end, treated me well, and for that god knows, I can't complain.

I keep telling myself that I am going to do some things differently this year. I am going to do some things, for one. Some things that I want to. I am going to get my type writer repaired to start. Some travels will also be in my future (Paris and Tangiers? I'm hoping).

Happy 2009 everyone, I hope you had a spectacular new year, I look forward to sipping some Moet and getting unruly with you very, very soon.

You should probably read this: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15514
this too: http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/newdartmoor.html
this too: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bowery-blues/