" the last night and familiar strangers "

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she was leaning up against and turned into the jagged brick walls of a school building, her face hidden by the slight cast of a shadow from a small elevated group of lamps. from down the street you could see her small frame enveloped by a worn leather jacket filled with some insulating material, most likely goose down or wool-lined.

she was at that angle that people fall into when they do not care who is passing by or where they are along a flat exposed wall. something was the matter.

as i got closer and passed by, i thought i heard a deep laugh. she was on a mobile phone, and i thought it common of people to be lifted away into their own little social bubbles when on the phone; the world around you dissipates and everything becomes less important than that connection.

i caught a glimpse of something sparkling in the shadow of her face out of the corner of my eye, as i walked past in a fashion that conveyed i had a destination close by. but, i was in no particular rush at all.

a few steps past her along the wall i head the same sound turning into a deep brassy jutting wail. she was crying, in tears, and unwell. her tiny head was shaking into the volumes of pony-tailed curly hair, as she wiped a defeated arm across her eyes; the watered stains steaming in the night air and the stifled gulps of air jutted into the world from an inner pain.

for some reason i felt a sadness inside of me; one of those emotions that is transferred just by empathy. i felt an intense rush of potential shame in myself if i didn't go to see if i could do something for her. it was the human and humanity factor that made me stop.

but what do you do? i mean, as a stranger. complete strangers on the street walking by do not have any reason to double check on anyone in apparent emotional distress...or do we have that responsibility? are we not all in this thing together? whatever "this" is, it is shared, and i had to do something. but what?

all i could think of in the moment that wouldn't be intrusive, or creepy, or scary, or disrespectful, or any of the other things that people think about their own actions when they interact with people that they don't know, was to see if i had any tissues for her.

i found them in my bag, and walked back to her at the wall. not knowing what the protocol was, i just gently tapped her on the arm. when she turned her head towards me, i placed two folded tissues into her free hand.

the image of her full face was almost too much to bear. one of the most strikingly real moments in a long time, she looked so deeply affected. sad, but in that way where you cannot control yourself. emotions a flutter. unsure where to place your words properly. unsure what is going on and what will happen.

is it horrible of me to think that this stranger crying in the night was a beautiful thing to look at? the raw state of being when you succumb to yourself in such a way is surely one of the most beautiful things to experience. and yet, i still felt bad about even being a witness to it. because even though it was something, she was still in pain, and it was not my place to anything more.

she said thank you to me in the most heart-breaking way. the words creaked out though a cragged guttered throaty suggestion of sounds, and she immediately wiped the tears from her puffed face, leaking nose, and wobbly lips.

i placed my hand on the side of her arm for a brief moment, because it was all i could do to convey that i hoped she got through the night okay. and i hope she did. she seemed strong, just in a moment of weakness, and i did what i could.

---

tonight's homework:

we have the power to say bold statements without speaking. if you see the opportunity to help someone out, do it. if you feel the need to be that person who can aide someone in making them feel better, do it. it is in each one of us; this responsibility to take care of each other. if you see someone in need, don't pass up the opportunity to do so.

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" on the cusp of "

---

tomorrow could be the best day of your life. well, not real life, but at least a step towards what one might consider a career.

you'll wear the shirt and tie, you'll sit down in the chair and be the best "you" you can. it'll be a chance to reinvent yourself, and you're going to do great. they'll want to hear more from you, to take you onto the team. team awesome.

there's nothing better than that feeling that you are taking control of your destiny, no matter how far the leap or small the measured increment. it's always in those moments when you have to consider that what you are doing now, might not be the best thing for you.

you have to wonder what you could potentially do, potentially accomplish, given the right inputs.

so i step forward to the line and am casting myself forward, in the hope that tomorrow will be one of those days. the ones that take you closer to yourself.

it always seems that it's the greatest idea, and at this moment, it very well could be.

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" the importance of music "

---

soft whispers echo between digital signals. the slight audio meanderings beckon deliciously in the hollow of my ears, resounding brightly, and filling my heart deeply and away from the green-cast lights of the multiple cubicles.

it's important to note how much music, and good music, is completely necessary in daily life. in all hours, in all those moments in which i can, i attempt to always be listening to something. a melody; some beautiful fragment of creation produced and arranged and endless.

affecting and transporting, songs carry me away from distraction and closer to the inner Self that can sit and retrospect, quietly entertaining all those possibilities that might make themselves manifest in experiencing them.

and in the absence of the person that makes being in the present so wonderful and meaningful, these are some of the things i am listening to:

- gillian welch

- petra haden

- regina spektor

- sia (this site is super silly right now...)

- cat power

- M.I.A.

- rodrigo y gabriela

- britta persson

- sade

- kt tunstall

tonight's homework:

you don't have to heed my taste of the moment. you don't have to like the sort of music i like. like the music you like. play it soft, play it loud, dance in your room, in the street. run around and exist happily and sound.

rather than follow my nouveau lady artist playlist, either check out these people's work, or list out your own daily soundtrack and then bliss out and share.

---

" corporate interlude "

---

brent: I'm eating a glowing green muffin right now, by the way
me: jeebus, don't eat that
brent: it's pisachio
me: oh
brent: however you spell it. it's really, really good.
me: yum. well enjoy it because pistachios are fattening...fatty
brent: every once in a while my whole "I'll order the weirdest thing on the menu" strategy pays off
me: hah. you gotta play the game in order to win
brent: word
me: i feel fat. and squishy
brent: me too. another reason i quit drinking. I feel better when i'm in better shape
me: mm
brent: on the real. this is like the best muffin I've ever had in my life.
me: you should write a song for it. a ditty, because you love your muffin
brent: Muffin' Lovin'?
me: love muffin
brent: It could be called, "I'm Lovin' Your Muffin"
me: muffin lover
brent: and it starts out all innuendo-ie,
me: the ballad of the muffin lover
brent: but then I talk about how it's green and it tastes like pistachios. heheheheh
me: or like "pistachio muffin love on my mind."yeah...we need hobbies
brent: we have good ideas
me: let's start an ad company
brent: and when are we going to shoot my 13 second music video!?
me: soon
brent: real soon

---

" tempjobbery "

---

i'm a good little worker bee



so organized and diligent



pat my head
pat my back



a feeling so free



processing stack to stack to stack,

---

" the elements of the office " or " work? "

---

monotonous and slight, caught on the air of my hearing,

the low whispers gather in the cubicles.


they speak of odd things and odd tasks,

laden with forced laughter and jargon.


smiling without meaning,

talking without sense,

breathing yet not living.


these are the elements of the office space,

where again this morning i find myself.

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" fall sucks "

---

now heading into the second week of fall, i realize that all of this chilly brisk weather is not at all worth the three dollars i had to pay for that coat check the other night.

in any case, coat checks should be free, because i could just as easily sit on it all night you know?

p.s.-screw snooty doormen too. in fact what do they do really? stand around looking all tough and hard, maybe "treat" a special lady to enter the place? it's a sham, and the psychological game is hardly worth the outcome.

he should hold my coat i think.

this is all. oh yeah, it's cold.

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" witness the cooking majesty "

---

with respect to my friend adam's love of cooking and documenting, here are the latest pics of my attempt at the spanish omelette, or spanish tortilla as some call it. he also takes photos of other things, but the food ones make me hungry. hopefully mine do the same.











the answer to your question is yes, i will make this for you if you visit me.

nosh!

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" wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee " or " the give-in "

---

okay okay okay. i know i talked a lot of digi-sass, and lookit me now.

new purchases always come with buyers regret, but here i go headlong into the fray:





i promise to be true to my other lovlies, but to make some $$$, sometimes you gotta give-in.

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" the inevitable snapshot(s) "

---

in your photographic life, you have two options. the path of the photographer and the path of the photographed.

the balance at times has been fairly inexchangable until the advent of more digital immage capturing devices, like the one integrated into you mobile phone, webcam, coolpix, elph, blackberry, toaster, asparagus, donkey, and other readily available items as well.

in light of such seemingly unlimited access, here are some of my examples:

the "whimsical ye olde out of business novelty store" snaps -











the rabid pernicious squirrelfriend -











and for a bonus questionmark, what the hell does this mean?



tonight's homework:

take you device, whenther it be digital or otherwise, and start making some astute observations about the world around you. the reuslt can prove to be astoundingly mundane, or tediously superrifical!

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" a tale of peach cobbler coffee crumb cake "

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i am the master baker.







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" i'm getting my bizake on " or " manbakeryonics "

---

there's nothing like coming home after a long arduous day of tempjobbery and post 9-5er shopping excursions at trader joe's (aka the crazy new yorker mish mash of people who don't know how to shop ever ever), and relaxing by baking.

oh yes, baking. that elegant tradition of getting flour everywhere, and toiling over a hot oven is back, and it's more super cool than ever.

in the oven right now is my first attempt at a peach cobbler coffee crumb cake. it's tough though when you have no inherent base skills in the area of baking.

i like to follow directions. i like to see the ingredients changing forms; the chemistry of it all is fascinating on those smaller levels. like fat babies giggling or loud horribly dressed couples fighting in public. the little moments of magic that make it all worth it.

...okay. just check on it.

click to see me checking in on it.

it's not done yet.

the hard thing too, is how strictly do you stick to the recipe. is it a good recipe? the best recipe? did i put too much baking power in it or not enough baking soda? when you half the amounts but forget to half the eggs, will the textural changes be that much more drastic?

these are the silent worries which flock around in my head when i'm waiting to see what delicious confectionous surprises await me.

i'm going to check on it again.

ooooh, i think it's done. it smells lovely. the peaches on top look a little dried out, but i'm sure the hidden inner peaches are still moist and sweet.the crumbs came out okay, even-sized, and have nicely browned.

i think it's a success.

---

" it feels new "

---

sometimes it feels new.

the thoughts permeate your waking hours,

like a dream memory clouding your vision.


it has the texture of summer on its feet

as the suns' bright body wanes,

as the shadows lengthen,

as spring rounds the corner

and meets you in front of the 99 cent store.


sometimes it feels new;

the echo of its meeting trails.

as you hold it tightly to your body

as you go to sleep.

---

" sweet jeebus, it's sweet home alabama "

---

i've never been to alabama, or to the southern parts of america long enough to actually get a good grasp on the vibrant cultural affectations that emanate from the southern cultural isms. so today was literally an adventure.

it's amazing what a telephone can do. you can call strangers all over the country and ask them premeditated things and they either choose to talk to you, or opt to not spend their time meandering through an almost-too-polite telephonic repartee.

i had to make calls today. many calls to alabama. many chances to let my ear-bones flutter in the sway of the southern morning corporate drawl. and why are they 99% women who are 72% sassy?

there's something about the upkeep of such things, like verifying information for records, or trying to talk your way into the confirmation of information. it's very much akin to trying to talk your way into an ice cream cone bite with a person who in all seriousness, wouldn't give anyone a bite of their ice cream cone.

it's not even a matter of flavor, and although mine is usually strawberry, you know, the kind with those ginormous hunks of strawberry that you can bite into and then your teeth get all cold and it's so delicious and when the ice cream is all creamy and non-gelatinous it's so much better, then you feel all satisfied and glad you love ice cream because i do so much, yum!

it's a matter of being able to use the "office/phone" voice to sly your way into some stranger's confidence in you. it felt weird to be able to do it so well at times.

i guess the main point is people in alabama speak in a way that makes it hard to see past the drawl of the interaction. in my head i was picturing all of these ladies in their office pant-suits with too much make up on looking to go on their 15-minute break the second they placed the hands-free mic-phone apparatus on their head but just carefully enough to not muss up their annoyingly salon-ed hairdo.

i maybe just don't have a solid frame of reference, so everything is interesting and surprising all at the same time. nothing is really boring, if you're paying attention to what the inputs are. there's too much to notice, it's a wonder i can get lost in the exercise of "work" at all.

but, i don't think that i'm cut out for an office gig in the long term. i suppose while i'm getting through it, i find that it's actually quite interesting. this is what some people are doing with their lives?

how curious.

how curious indeed.

---

" now i'm a temp? "

---

too true, too true.

it really does come down to money doesn't it? i mean, you can try to stick to your guns but in the end, it'll come back to haunt you for ever believing that you could live on your talents for long (meaning w/out proper contacts, exposure, a "name" that carries upon the winds, a solid gold resume, and experience in the specific area that you wish to pursue).

it's a rough gig.

so now i'm temping. i am a temporary human database-entrant. i am the guy in the office that asks all of the questions at different intervals throughout the day which seem annoying because i don't know what's going on at all...yet.

i am the person with the great shoes that i bought a) because i had to get nice dress/work shoes for my dress-up days/work days, and b) because you can never look less awesome with superfresh shoes.

i am the guy who didn't make a peep to anyone the first day all day long so that i could self-teach myself the extremely-complex-at-first-but-gradually-and-oddly-intuitive software program in a matter of 20 minutes.

i am the worker bee that didn't ask for a lunch break, or where the bathroom was, if there was a policy on anything at all, or even when i should go home. yes. i am that temp that didn't leave until an hour and a half after everyone and their mom left the entire floor empty, save the cleaning staff which of course had to be non-white in total.

it's the second day, and as much as i super-enjoy looking at neon pink sheets of paper and neon orange starburst post-it's all day long in a just-too-cold-to-not-wear-a-jacket office, i have to remind myself why i'm doing it.

1) because i need to dream.

2) because to fulfill some dreams you need to have cash money.

3) because sometimes a hope and fairy dust wishes are not things that help you get money.

3.5) because angel dust is not actually fairy dust.

and

4) because although i hate money, i hate not having it when i need to get equipment and film and cameras and a monitor and all of the food that i didn't eat on my lunch break which i took at 3pm.

it's a tough gig, but i'm hunkering down people. wish me luck.

---

tonight's homework:

sleep. sleep as much as you can, for as long as you can so you can shower, brush your teeth, get some breakfast, do your face things, get dressed, get on the train, get to your "job" on time, and when you sit down in front of the computer screen you're going to make visual love to all day, you won't go crazy.

ps-eye drops save you from having a contact lens pop-out. also, remember to blink.

---

" the importance of halitosis "

---



camping is a great way to see how you would do in the real world. not the real world like we don't already exist in a certain veiled sort of reality. but the one i'm talking about is the fabrication that we sort of cumudgeonly fabricate around ourselves in our perceived day-to-day everythings.



camping then becomes to us, the 80% citified dwellers/20% other, a way to experience what would happen if all of our daily conveniences were suddenly removed.

the need to build a fire, food and how to prepare it, how to take a shit in the woods.

these are interesting and important things.



this past weekend, i went camping with a few friends of mine, upstate to the taconic national park area. granted, we were not nearly in the wilds of the forest or in a cut-throat do-or-die situation, but it was raining and who wants to get wetter than need be? not i.



we camped, we tented, we cooked food and slapped sandwiches together, we hiked, brent swam in a waterfall, we made snide comments about the other campers with their stupid ass-musical choices and their dry tarp-covered frat/sorority-based boozery outbursts, we photographed, we stood near the canopy of a tree while eating breakfast in the cold morning with out makeshift dry-warm clothing wrapped tight, we slept in close quarters, we cleaned up, we stopped for snackies and silently battled with the crazy-bored teenage staff at the grand station grocery store, and we drove on home.

it was nice.



p.s.- upstate ny is kind of scary, a little eerie, sort of country, a tad boondocksilated, and completely and captivatingly charming.



tonight's homework:

get the F out of the city if you can. go! go now to the woods, to the jungle, to the badlands. go out there into the farther reaches of the farmlands and beyond the grid of the cities. it's time. free yourself and enjoy taking back the simpler pleasures in life. when you get out there, don't forget the T.P.

---

" the promise of something beautiful "

---

weederman23: i'm about to go on a campping trip and i think you're embarking soon if not today
weederman23: i wish you the best and am sending all of my extra good luck for you to wrap yourself around in
weederman23: be safe, drink fresh water, eat locally, observe and reflect
weederman23: be you in every situation and in every day
Daffie26: ohawww...
Daffie26: I am embarking soon
Daffie26: thanks Bay
weederman23: keep these things in mind, and when you return, we can discuss the time we've lost in between with greater reflection
Daffie26: have a wonderful trip yourself!
weederman23: i'll miss you
weederman23: thanks
weederman23: [address inserted here]
weederman23: just in case you have time for a stray postcard
weederman23: bye bye beautiful traveler lady
Daffie26: good bye handsome traveller man

---

" a letter after almost two months "

---

this certainly is an adventure. yessiry,

no job yet. but at this early point in me being here, it's okay. not too cut-throat yet. i need a job so that i can afford to go more(digital) commercial so that i can get more filler freelance jobs, but i'm sure i'll never fully replace my love of film. it's too lovely for me to pixelate my brain.

i miss home, and the smell of the ocean. but only the memory of it.

new york is becoming more familiar. things are slowly evolving out of obscurity and there, inside my head there is now an internal image-map forming in the place of the cloudy haze that was once so dominant.

it takes time to be sure. it takes time.

the subway's meandering path with its screeching and moaning throughout the cavernous underground passageways are almost to the point where they are comforting, if not still very maddening when you're lost or late.

i'm taking pictures, yet at the same time i'm conscious of the fact that i don't have a current steady income. what is to become of my crafts when the means start to slip away. am i still the creative person i think i am without the means with which to create?

this being said, i must find some work other than the freelance jobs that blow in from random sources once in a while. how many times will something like that come up?

just the other day, i got offered $xxx.00 to design a simple postcard for a non-profit org. how odd and do-able i though to myself. and of course i'm looking for a job i guess, but what will it be? how can i ask for someone to hire me for a specific task when i'm still so broadly interested in everything?

why is always just a little more difficult that you think it's going to be?

but i'm loving it. in this time, the transition time, i'm getting to know some people, and see great ordinary things. this is definitely the place for people-watching and silent contemplations in public.

i think i'll stick it out.

---

" lavanderia supremica "

---

ah summer. the thing about the summer heat in my first living-in-brooklyn summer, is that i now have to do laundry quite frequently. the cost alone of some of even the most jankiest of laundromats can be considerable, depending on the size/cost per load of the laundromat's machines.

and how many machines is important too; not only are you spending your time washing, then drying, then folding, but also time waiting for available machines. there is a method in the madness of the design.

luckily, the laundromat near my home is actually within walking distance, thus accommodating the sometimes necessary practice of waiting altogether too long until it's time to do a load (or four) of laundry.



sure, the desire for freshly washed/dried clothing sometimes outweighs the desire to rid your hamper of curious smells, but isn't it also a matter of levels of laziness? in my case, perhaps but it's not an absolute.

the most obvious and simultaneously hilarious thing about having to do laundry is when to actually do it. do you have a schedule? is there time to do laundry?

or are you of the group of people who try to be that cool dude or lady that does their laundry at all odd hours of the day and is too cool for laundry, so that when you actually do laundry, it's like you're kicking laundry's ass?

i find those people more lost in the fray than others, as they find themselves surrounded by the masses of normals who are there doing their thing, unintimidated by the flurry of automated machines, telenovellas on the oddly-placed widescreen plasma television monitor, occasional video arcade game, and of course, the laundromat-staple: the 50-cent things-in-a-plastic-bobble-bubble vending machine.



can't survive without 20-year old gum or razzies or l'il homies or spongebob sqaurepants trinkets now can we?.

my advice for summer laundry, or any laundry for that matter. do it, and do it when you feel it's the right time. if you haven't the pleasure of living in a place that offers free laundry machine usage, then get thee to the lavanderia near you.

you can find me sitting in those ugly chairs that are all stuck together. i'll be the asian looking one doing the crossword puzzle.

---

" i can't tell if i'm more confused or mad "

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---

" art: brain fart "

---

BTMBRKT: ugh work
BTMBRKT: yay money
weederman23: i know
BTMBRKT: but ughhh the work
weederman23: so sad
weederman23: http://www.nikonusa.com/template.php?cat=1&grp=2&productNr=25412#
weederman23: and that just came out
weederman23: mocking my hate for digital by making me want it
weederman23: boo
weederman23: and the tagline?
weederman23: it's so...translated from japanese into english
BTMBRKT: man this is the cheapest website
weederman23: flash!
weederman23: zoom!!
weederman23: swishay!!!
BTMBRKT: get job. buy camera
weederman23: that seems to be the consumeristic/artistic drive
weederman23: to be an artist you have to be a consumer
BTMBRKT: or go downtown buy a cheap knockoff Nikron camera
weederman23: or like a new Minorta
weederman23: the message is so backwards
BTMBRKT: exactly, you have to be a consumer, in order to produce art against consumerism
weederman23: yes
weederman23: "but i went to art school"
weederman23: "i need this specific all-too-expensive type of material"
weederman23: "i want to affect change"
weederman23: lies!!!
weederman23: or at least it seems that way when you're poor
BTMBRKT: but suffering creates great art
weederman23: mediocre art creates great suffering
weederman23: it's all about balance
BTMBRKT: exactly

---

" passion comes at a cost "

---

sometimes it's about not getting to do a cool job; the one that was the answer at the right time/right place. and what does that really mean?

was that a "life lesson?"

sometimes it's not about the way things are, and how you feel your life is devastating in small increments over a prolonged period of time.

coming up with active moments over ones of voluntary laziness tends to give you freedom, so you will have to go for it, right?

in the end of it though, this mulling over spilled milk, it adds up in a very frustrating way.

tonight's homework:

get out on the dance floor, and shake it like you ain't got no tomorrow.

---

" i don't razz on celebs, i razz about them "

---

BTMBRKT: yoyoyoyoyoyoooooooooo
BTMBRKT: did you get the memo?
weederman23: memo?
BTMBRKT: yeah that mel gibson is crazy
BTMBRKT: hahaha
weederman23: he is so scary crazy
weederman23: and that beard?
weederman23: jeebus
BTMBRKT: hahaha
weederman23: i wanted to give him some fairy dust so he would go to sleep
weederman23: it was scarier than his story almost
weederman23: i mean, seriously, the beard had to be like a separate story altogether
BTMBRKT: maybe this is just a grand apocalypto publicty thing
weederman23: hmm, like the anti-semitism was a hidden code to support another film about dead languages, dead people, and the conflict between historical knowledges?
BTMBRKT: i think we're on to something....
weederman23: or was he thinking..."hey, even drunk publicity is still free publicity"
BTMBRKT: haha, oh mel. that crazy guy
weederman23: so crazy
weederman23: dang dude, it's hot out, and i gotta go do stuff
weederman23: i'll catch you on the flip flop
BTMBRKT: later yo
weederman23: peas

---

" three things turned four "

---

the merry ole land of manhattan once again proves that within its borders lie a completely normal and astounding moment:



- while walking out from the L train up to the street at Union Square, a man was walking towards me. he had on a dirty beige and 50's green weave tweed suit; the lapels worn through with repeated adjustment over the years of use.

- as we became closer together, in my head i thought to myself that i would collide with his left arm if i didn't move soon. i shifted to my right, but there was a woman that i neglected to see due to poor and of-the-moment bilndspot vision.

- the meeting of his arm and my body was immanent.

- but then the most curious thing happened. i braced for the soft impact and all i felt was a shiver and the gentle swipe of suit material across my side-front.

- the man had no left arm. his ghostly appendage passed through me with the natural motion of beforehand knowledge, and i was instantly shocked at the lack of his corporeal being.

---

" oh takeru kobayashi, you're my favorite "

---

why does it always come down to USA vs. the other? like an international shlongfest, and we know that we're losing, but we still try anyway?



can't we all just let the US lose once in a while? it's okay. really. there's beer and chips in the tent. all for you.



i think so.

takeru kobayashi is my hero for today.

---

" the view from orbit "

---

i visited dylan's work the other day and took a few mobile phone pics, then married them in CS2.



sometimes the attained knowledge of nerdiness does pay off, especially when you run into two celebs in the same day.

yay for another version of the city.

---

" two things "

---

firstly, i worked my first paying job moving stuff!!!



then later the next day, yesterday at dusk, i saw these clowns and made this upon returning home, filled with a sense of "buhh??"



---

" fun with hair "

---

so at 2am this morning, i decided that it was finally time to cut my hair again. it's hot here in the nyc, the hair was tickling the back of my upper back, and it was just getting silly.

buuuut, one thing that i have to say; don't cut your hair on your own in the very early morning, when you're about to fall asleep. it just leads to ill-planned nuisances.

although this is just the first stage in what might become an evolving three-part haircut, i'm still riding the fine emotional line between sheer bliss and mild social awkwardness.



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" end game "

---

will it be gelato or croissants?

and the answer is.....

gelato!



yummy.



1:1 tie into penalty shoot out



5:3 italy at fulltime



now i'm never going to get to sleep tonight.







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" shoot out "

---

okayl, now the crowd is scaring me.

2:1

italy ahead

france just missed a penalty shot

now 3:1

italy...

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" of gauls and romans "

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peering just outside my apartment window, i can see that the italian contingent in this part of w'burg has just scored a goal. the resonance of audible cries and minivan horns echo throughout the neighborhood and into the bedroom. they've blocked off the intersection and taken over the street for the revelry.



the volume of a television set is blaring though a PA system and i too feel the "hoorah" in my heart for the world cup. goal number one is confirmed for the italian team.



yet in spite of all my peripheral excitement, i instead move through this now constant soundscape, and sit down in my kitchen-space and enjoy the small pleasures of a toffuti cutie; to pass the time between now and then in sweet deliciousness.



in the near distance, intense blissful chants and the sounds of bloodthirst inform me that goal number two has yet to be achieved. the taste of victory-at-hand for me comes through in a chocolate form, and lingers long after the crown has died down.

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