“Don’t talk like that,” he said, “Because you’re going to see me again. I’m going to come out to New York and we’re going to be married. You’ll definitely see me again.”
...read more hereToday I’m heading up to Portland to meet one of my favorite bloggers… I don’t know why I’m so nervous. After all the crazy people I’ve met in San Diego, a friendly face will be so welcome… I have to pack my stuff… excuse me… Share and Enjoy
...read more hereThe whole scene reminded me of the just-east-of-Chinatown project houses in New York between the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges… out there where I used to have my storage box when I was homeless… except that the dank New York Chinatown dirtiness is replaced by bright-colored, low-buildinged California sunniness.
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You would think that a person as near intrinsically nomadic as I am would not have a hard time doing something like packing for a trip. You would think. The problem is that I have no idea what I need. [...]
...read more hereOh, me? I feel tired and in near-desperate need of a vacation. I’ve been dragging myself through the last two or three or seven days or so. I’ve been having very enlightening and necessary but also draining conversations with my friend in Harlem. I’ve been preparing for a trip to San Diego/Portland which may or [...]
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I found this earlier this morning over at NYC girl at heart and realized that I complain entirely too much, so I made a mental note to think about it and blog later this evening. Well it’s later this evening now, but I haven’t thought about it until now. (Why am I so negative?) But, better late than never, n’est-ce pas?
So here goes: The Ten Happiest Days of My Life (in chronological order or as close to it as I can manage)
...read more hereI think people were laughing at me behind my back. Why would I think that? Because one of the hostesses at a restaurant laughed in my face. Go figure. I asked her “Ou est le salle de bain?” … I must have pronounced it wrong or something.
...read more hereEarlier today, after the concert, and during the concert… i don’t know how i want to say this. The show was in a small church with classic acoustics. The sound was powerful. The sound was a tsunamic force. My God! Twenty five musicians in a tiny reverberating hall! Trumpets, trombones, saxophones, strings, drums, guitars…
...read more hereMaybe, I thought to myself, maybe I have that famous wanderers’ disease, and I’m simply never happy with the destination… any destination.
On further consideration, that’s bullshit, because I’m happy right now.
...read more hereI don’t know how to relay through this literary medium the quietly introspective insanity that is four hours of subway and bus travel; two there and two back. Of course, I can remember a time when this was commonplace for me, and yet now I’ve become like an impatient child constantly wondering “are we there yet?”
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