May 2009
104 posts
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A thought:
whatever… my kids are going to be vindicated- their mom was the shit.
jamesnord:
This blog is going to make it much harder for me to lie to my kids about how cool and good looking I was when I was younger. They will have all the evidence they need to the contray. Blast!
“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em!”
– John Waters (via salmaparadise) (via topherchris) (via jamesnord) (via whatsupstairs) (via vneckandacardigan) (via michellegajkowski)
Wow. Though I’ve known my dad all my life, his oddness often still surprises me. From an email this afternoon:
“Google ‘dancing cockatoo.’ Snowball dances to various songs, with almost perfect beat. Apparently some parrots can do this, and possibly elephants too. Wild.”
To be fair, it’s a pretty funny video.
The 13 Clocks →
When i first heard of this book, it was described as being constantly on the verge of breaking into poetry. It’s true. This book is delicious. It should be read aloud and savored.
April 2009
52 posts
The Rider →
cycling and narcissism.
wait, don’t i already follow that blog?
31 cent scoop night at Baskin Robbins →
it’s no free cone day, but it’ll do in a pinch.
Brooklyn Botanic Gardens
field trip with the kiddies!
(what’s blooming in brooklyn)
“Road racing imitates life, the way it would be without the corruptive influence...”
– Tim Krabbe, The Racer
(This kind of mentality sums up why i dislike organized sports. However, I am enjoying Krabbe’s book.)
“… the trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more...”
– Billy Collins, The Trouble with Poetry
“If I ever make a porno about ancient Greece, it’s going to be called...”
– Mike Lubing, dear friend and long-time roommate, at the Tribeca Film Festival.
Sisters 'make people happy'
“Sisters spread happiness while brothers breed distress, experts believe.”
Ian wants to know if this jives with my experiences. it’s hard to tell, since my sister Di didnt acknowledge my existence until i was 18. however, we are best friends now. we’re about to go shopping and then check out some more art in tribeca. hurray for sisters! hurray for sunny days!
TOAST →
TriBeCa Open Artist Studio Tour!
walk around and visit dozens of artists’ studios in tribeca- for free.
My friend, Nana Olivas, is showing her studio at 91 Franklin Street this weekend. Go check that out.
ciao for now
at 7:30, i wake up at 181st street. i get dressed, pack my lunch, and sneak out past my slumbering roommates. i take the A express to 14th street, where i switch to the L. i get out at 1st ave, go up past the florist man with his stand of fresh flowers that i can still smell all the way up to the street. when i’m finally out in the air again, i beeline to my favorite coffee shop- ciao...
sweet dreams
last night, i dreamt that a librarian was giving me inane book advice- suggesting that what i wanted was “Buddenbrooks” by thomas mann. i told her that it was not, because i was looking for a comedy that was a farce of a victorian family drama. she then suggested that the book i wanted was the one with the “covino” (her word, not mine, though i knew she actually meant...
excuse me, i mean "caramel delites"
is it just me, or did samoa girl scout cookies used to taste better? bring back trans fats!
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gratuitous picture of some guy
Ok, it’s Sol LeWitt.
I spent monday up the Hudson at the DIA:Beacon Museum with Martyna. If you have a way to get there- go. Just go. Don’t be lame and hate on modern art just because it’s easy. Yes, the people in the museum are pretentious d-bags. No, you cannot take pictures, carry a bag, write with a pen anywhere near the art or taste the sculpture made out of rock salt....
ditto.
vneckandacardigan:
jamesnord:
Death...
for the sunnyside boys
pete scheiner and j.rob.
ebbets field at the citi rotunda.
but if high art isn't a possibility
i’ll settle for a Mets v. Brewers game.
I’m psyched for: sunshine; hanging out with my boys- my dad and my roomies; the mets dominating over the brewers so i can laugh at Mikey for being from Milwaukie; Santana’s pitching; and Citi Field- maybe a feral cat will run through the infield again! oh, willets point, may your magic never die.
this is why [i'm fat] [i'm not fat] [i will never...
yesterday, i thought i’d post up a picture of my breakfast to thisiswhyyourefat, or at least post it up on my page with the caption “this is why i’m fat”. my breakfast was this:
meringue filled with lemon curd mousse. two of them. (shoutout to Colson Patisserie in Park Slope for sponsoring this gluttony.)
however, i wound up becoming violently ill, and i threw up all...
are you ready for the cuteness?
My students at the East Village Kids Coop will be holding a lemonade stand in Tompkins Square Park! This Friday, 10:30 am to noon, by the 8th St playgrounds.
nyc spelling bee! →
4/18/09: wish i could attend and bedazzle everyone with my orthographic nastiness. i hope someone i know goes to this.
FML
Yesterday, while I was having snack with my class of three year olds, we heard music coming down the street. We all got exited to see the parade coming by, so we opened the door and stood on the stoop to watch. Turns out, it was the congregation of a church singing hymns and reenacting the stations of the cross. There was Jesus, schlepping his cross down 9th street, and there were the roman...
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this is how i imagine the first ever...
me: Dad, why is this night different from all other nights?
papa scheiner: You know, Lo, I couldn't tell you for sure. I think I read about it one time.
me: Why do we eat reclining?
papa scheiner: Ehh, why not? Maybe because we're a bunch of lazy slobs.
me: Why do we eat these bitter herbs?
papa scheiner: The jews really don't know much about cooking.
me: Why do we eat unleavened bread?
papa scheiner: I told you, Lo, the jews have never been known for their cuisine.
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“Everyone knows that Moldova is the smallest, poorest and the most disgraceful...”
– Protests in Moldova Explode, With Help of Twitter
thanks, New York Times, for repping my people so graciously.
gratuitous picture of your grad school acceptance?
it’s official: i’m going to boulder
french-moi:
Noir Désir - Le Vent Nous Portera
and...
missed connections
(from my journal, 4/30/07)
… one of the sickest, emptiest feelings. how can new yorkers willingly do this to themselves every day? the regret and feeling sorry for myself?
“i saw u” on the F train- Delancey station. me uptown, you downtown. made eyes. you tried to show me a message on your phone, but i couldnt read it from across the tracks. maybe your phone number? the...
when my ex asked if i was seeing someone else, i...
… but you know how you only think of those snappy comebacks a week too late. (and you know that this is what i think of on the downtown A express).
jose- we could be happy together; my sly witticisms would ensure that your perpetual gleaming white smile was, you know, more perpetual. ...
mets opening night at citi field!
it is officially spring: the sports section is worth reading again.
