August 2011
2 posts
Dating the wounded
I have a habit of dating wounded people. I dated a guy who had to wear an oxygen mask to bed at night because of his sleep apnea. I don’t think I could find a better example to illustrate my point.
I slept over at his place once. I wasn’t really all that into him, but one of the few perks of dating in the city is to see the inside of other people’s apartments. I always justify...
Do arts organizations really love the arts?
Okay, I’ll admit right off the bat, that question is purely subjective. There is absolutely no way one individual would be able to provide a reasonable answer, speaking on behalf of all arts organizations around the world. Furthermore, there are just too many different types of arts organizations out there, all run by completely different types of individuals, all supporting completely...
July 2011
2 posts
Arts and crafts in the kitchen
In a time when restaurants seem to be going further and further to try and woo over customers, things can get a bit campy quite quickly. Now, I’m not knocking campy completely. There’s certainly a bit of art and bedazzling that goes into (successfully) creating campy, especially campy that works. But at the end of the day, it’s hard not to appreciate real creativity, skill and a...
My love/hate with music technology
I’ve had an iPod (in some form) for more years than I can remember. With that, I’ve used iTunes since I was in high school (don’t count). Things have certainly changed in the way that we consume music, due to more and more advancements and ideas in music technology. As a consumer and huge music appreciator, it’s made things a bit difficult, at times, frustrating.
First...
June 2011
2 posts
Stuck in New York City
I want to leave the city. I want to move somewhere new, somewhere I’ve never been before. I want to find a new career, a new life, new friends and a new home. I want to build a home. I want to build a place I’m proud to call my home.
I want room to paint. I want room to cook. I want a place to sit outside. I want peace and quiet. I want a place to read, a place to sleep, a place to...
Standing the heat
Hot. Sweat. Sticky.
Headache. Blurry. Crowded. Anxious.
Pain. Impatient. Slow.
Humidity. Frustrated. Embarrassed.
Gross. Smell. Fire. Burning. Wreak.
Anger. Hurt.
Sick.
Summer…in…New…York…City…
Fuck.
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Normally, I hate the heat. I’m the first person to complain, to refuse to go outside, to hate the sun, to refuse to take the subway anywhere. Summer...