Friday, December 19, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn
could be this pleasant.
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
Lady with group of 3 others: Excuse me, have you been on the fourth floor?
Lady: What's down there?
Me: an architecture/design exhibit - models of home interiors from NY in the 19th century
Lady: Oh, that's sounds good. Thank you.
Me: Your welcome
Lady: (walking away)...wichyo fine self...
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Please: STOP IT.
People Who Want to Put the Cylinder Jug and Head Back on Their 18yr Old Bike Before Staring at It Trying to Decide How They're Going to Get the Cams Back to the Correct Timing and Kicking Themselves for not Leaving the Crank at R/T Before Taking It All Apart
Friday, November 14, 2014
Saturday, November 01, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A curse broken only with the truth.
The longer the duration the lie has existed,
the more insistent one must be with the truth.
A lie is a cancer.
The truth is a healer.
Lower your pride,
raise your voice.
Beckon, "send me a healer!
Lord, send me a healer..."
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Thursday, October 09, 2014
Kinda knew what was coming. That's not a completely rare occurrence. Y'all young boys need to step your beard game up.
Last night I was told, "you're a good leader".
That's something I've thought I'm not very good at, but kinda wanted to be and thought was an ability I'd not claimed.
It was the first time that's been said to me. I didn't even realize that I was "leading".
Maybe that's the best kind of leadership.
Or just the kind that works for me.
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
We are currently a marginal Division III team.
And that doesn't completely bother me.
My philosophical opposition has begun overtaking my interest/enthusiasm.
Not that I no longer cut for the home team,
I'm just more concerned about the home team doing something more important than touchdowns and shallow state hubris.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
that the verse that I always thought was Baatin in "Raise It Up" is
actually J and now understanding why Kweli said that Dilla was one of
the greatest triple threats ever.
And, no, that wasn't a run-on sentence. :-P
In other Kweli news: Don Lemon has apparently solidified himself as The
New Symbolic Tom not long after Jesse reasserted his lack of relevance.
Funny thing about uprisings and movements...funny how they tend to reveal the
the old, the new, the malleable, the stagnant, the quick, the dead, the
growing, the inert.
If I was smart and ambitious, I would be blogging long and hard about
Ferguson and letting everybody in the world know and going there and
sticking my face in front of cameras and talking opinionating,
but I'm only half of those two things only half of the time so.
Yeah. Happy End-Of-Summer.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Sunday, August 03, 2014
Friday, August 01, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Saturday, July 05, 2014
"Man, every time you shave that, it freaks me out."
Interestingly, this was the first time it didn't freak me out.
That changed as of the second day when I realized I look not only like a completely different person, but a person I actually know.
I might need to grow my face back.
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
I signed up for a sketch comedy writing class that has homework due Monday. One day I will understand what it is about having to do something that causes me to be incapable of doing it.
Perhaps it is the motorcycle. I DESPERATELY wish Pokey was running. I have needed motorized therapy for about 3 weeks now.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Or add a guide to your script we what your misguided @$$ed attempt was meant to accomplish...
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Such are the perils of the communal laundry facility.
upon going downstairs to wash last night, there were some thong unders left on the floor.
Thong unders that were so slight as to appear more as strap of some sort rather than something meant to cover "something".
I still don't get the prevalence of thongs. It seems like air flow would feel better, but my bits and/or pieces are not so arranged.
Monday, June 16, 2014
The same fire doesn't feel like it's there.
I am as excited reading a piece, but putting the words in my mouth feels....
Maybe it's just been a long time.
Maybe it just takes an old engine longer to turn over.
Maybe I just need to get off this keyboard and fight with this script
Sunday, June 15, 2014
You get excited and try things without the necessary tools.
You put things off that you are afraid to try,
And then you finally do it, figure out how you are supposed to do it...
and wish you'd tried it all a long time ago.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
When I bounded from the boat, down into the station and onto the 1 train, I sat across from a gentleman wearing this sticker.
I had just had an experience where I asked to take a picture of someones bag and they said no. Since, however, I learn nothing from any past experience EVER, I asked again in this case instead of just going with the stealth cellphone shot. I was rewarded by being told I could have the sticker itself.
He then volunteered that he got it from an art fair not far from the ferry. The artsy types out on the island are mostly concentrated in the area near the ferry and I've seen people with tables out with their wares before: visual art.
After I accepted the sticker and placed it smoothly and firmly upon my own shirt, it occurred to me that the intended meaning was different from the way I read it. I read it as "artists existing/subsisting as artists". Coming from visual arts/handcrafts fair, it occurred to me the more literal meaning: support artists who are still ALIVE.
Still a sentiment I could get with and still open enough to interpretation to fit my more specific needs, I thought it would be a nice sentiment since I would spend at least part of the day at a show and another part of the day among people in them/trying to get in them.
After the exchange with him, I decided to switch to the 3 train at Chambers.
At 14th Street a young woman with short locks, a backpack and folder hopped onto the train. I was standing in the doorway opposite of where she came in, and she immediately smiled at me. At the time I thought it may have been a bit of the common recognition that happens among those of locked hair. Then, once I saw she was busking, I thought it may have just come from that bit of openness that comes with salesmanship.
For a second, I thought she may have been just riding the train and in a rare (for the city) good mood. Then she opened a folder and began impassioned exhortation for support for her artistic endeavors. She showed examples of her visual art and explained that she has kids and was trying to support herself and her family via her art.
This is not particularly uncommon. Well, it's not AT ALL uncommon on the subway.
There was, however, a performative aspect to it that caught my attention. It seemed to be, if not written, a rehearsed piece that specifically referenced common means of avoiding giving attention to train buskers (" put down your book and LISTEN to me) and intrigued me enough to lift an earphone off so I could hear it (and maybe so she would know somebody was listening).
I will now add that I am EXPERT at ignoring train performances and have a particular, high standard for what I will pay attention to. I am willing to give you attention - but I need you to have PRACTICED YOU SH!T and have some understanding of theatricality.
(I mean YOU breakdancers/hat dancers/singers)
What also struck me about her was that on the outside of her folder, I could see the info for her GoFundMe account. Again, different from the average and more in line with the people I know rather than just another person hustling on the subway.
As she finished, I pulled out my wallet to give her a dollar. I also had the idea to give her my card - I think as form of solidarity. Or maybe to say, "hey, I take you seriously,".
She came over, I handed it to her, she thanked me adding, "that's what I'm talking about. Can I give you a hug? You 'bout to make me cry up in here.".
This time I could plainly tell she was referencing the sticker...
And I thought it might just be about adding a little more to the presentation, but I gave her a hug anyway.
And it was a real, firm hug.
And when we released, she did have tears running down her cheeks.
I said something encouraging, wishing I could come up with something more poignant. I suddenly glanced out of the doors to check the stop when the opened and back out onto the platform.
I regret not asking her name.
People in my building have recently found out that I'm an actor (due to a certain NY Lottery commercial). Sometimes...I guess even often, when people hear you are an actor, they will compare their "normal" job to it. They way this happens varies, but the insinuation is that they have a "real" job; they would love to get to do an "easy" job like yours.
Living as an artist is hard enough. Trying to live off of your art is even harder.
It is real. It is not easy.
And no one (including artists) seems to understand just how integral artists are.
At some point I will likely come here and wax long about my views on how poorly artists contextualize the tangible, literal, pragmatic importance of what they do.
For now, just this:
Monday, June 09, 2014
Sunday, June 08, 2014
instead of entertaining, titillating, eroticizing, polarizing, incentivizing, ad-generating...
That kid who used to get nothing done getting lost in you that now gets nothing out of getting lost because of you.
Thursday, June 05, 2014
I just realized, after setting my Neuro Sequencer app for "dream state", that I dreamed about Gizmo last night.
The brain was heavy and my little feelings have been hurt, so I needed a to go for a good dream. I think I do better today.
Sometimes I miss Gizmo.
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Monday, June 02, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
So, a week of nice was the precursor to 10 days of relative hell of one sort or another.
(as it turns out, I'm really sensitive to room colors and having my stuff touched
And about 30 minutes ago my roommate walks in and hands me two letters, one being from my "talent manager".
I open it and see a four figure check.
And I immediately looked up and sighed in relief, as I'd just paid rent, and in the midst of sorting through job postings on the state employment site.
And then, being the cerebral nitwit I am, I thought about it.
I'd much rather my cousin could still coddle and care for her 7 month old son.
I'd much rather my other cousin was watching his daughter play in the spring-soon-summer sun instead of holding her little unconscious hand after surgery and in preparation for a round of chemo.
I'd much rather my father were feeling better and able to putt around after he putt a round.
And I like, REALLY despise money....
but I sighed that sigh,
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
(which I now realize sounds...chauvinistic?)
I have always been an exception.
So, I came to this city full of "exceptional" people, never intending to
stay here the 10 years I have.
I realized I'm weird here, too.
Recently, I tried feeling normal....and it was nice for a while,
but I think I've come to a conclusion pressed home by the weight of 12
it doesn't matter where I go,
I will always occupy a space outside of whatever the local average is.
I am inherently,
Friday, May 16, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
I am a ball of raw nerves. I need something, I think.
I finally changed my license. I decided to be where I am.
I want desperately to love, but I won't admit it.
I want to drink you in, I want to wash myself over with you even though I know you're no good for me.
I will fight.
I think I'm turning normal.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Tuesday, May 06, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
no arousal to speak of today and certainly nothing intense and prolonged
to invite the condition,
but Righty is tender.
I assume I'm being paid back. For something.
Ok. I'll be good.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 05, 2014
If it's written correctly, we'll get what it is
Furthermore, people reading the script need the punctuation SO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY $#??$ YOU'RE TRYING TO SAY.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Then I went to the front of the main deck (in effort to avoid a perceived high potential for drunken stupidity. I ate a little, thought a little...and looked around to see several people dosing on each other's shoulders, laps, chests and couples boo'ed up.
It was the first time I've ever found anything about the ferry in the wee hours on the weekend remotely adorable.
Maybe that's progress.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
while on the train:
I saw a youngwoman whose face seemed as though she could have been hewed by spirits from wood
sanded in so many steps that all separation of grain and splinter melted into a consistent hue -
and rubbed with oil so that she shone.
And I found myself almost-despairing that I was not alone...
and that I had no tears...
so that I could weep the pleasure of the seeing.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
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