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WHO? Oliver. oof San Francisco again, Brooklyn before, Atlanta & Chicago wayback. RECENT: Mendocino The magical hour Something midwestern My Two Front Teeth oh yeah album titles Hello Summertime wow, i was tired Lists WRBC 2008 TRAVELS: Biodiesel trip across America (January, 2005) Paris (April, 2005) Election work in NM (November, 2004) ARCHIVES: July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 May 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 August 2003 June 2003 LINKS TO PALS: elly Toshok Pete Tuggy Workstatus Nathan Express Train SEARCH: RSS: Get your RSS feed here |
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in loveI'm in love with a woman. Her name is New York City. I love all of her boroughs, all of her crappy weather, her bitchy cab drivers and her delayed subways. I love her brownstones, her skyscrapers and the perfect tree lined streets of Brooklyn. I rode my $100 Jet Blue flight last night, middle seat and all, it was still wonderful. I listened to the Beasties ode to New York City on the plane, got amped up. I had a car waiting for me when I got out of bagage claim (classic New Yorkers all jostling for their same black bag), had him drive me all around town, to drop off my bags, and then to the Village to see Lizzy. We had great conversations with people that I feel long lost from (EVEN THOUGH THEY READ MY BLOG FROM USCOURTS.GOV), and a randomly deep and insightful soul-searching-one with two people I'd never met before. Liz & I spent some quality time at Crif Dogs, having full dairy overload, and then alt.coffee until they too kicked us out. I walked the empty, rainy strees of the LES/Village and got on the subway at 1:30 in the morning. Like a beaufitul carriage taking me to the ball, the F Train showed up as I walked down the stairs at 2nd Avenue. I listened to Jay-Z, and read trashy magazines until it brought me to 7th Ave. I smelled the beautiful smells of fresh rain on a Brooklyn night. I slept peacefully in my own bed, sprawling out in that selfish way that you can only do when you painfully miss your partner and want to possess her space. I love my bed. I think it is my favorite physical possession. I slept until noon, with the window opened, and the curtains closed, creating serious darkness. It was awesome. I just went to Naidre's, where the guy who I always thought was surly and hated me, remembered my name (I tipped mightily). I made it there in perfect timing (breakfast ends at 1pm, I got there at 12:45) for my breakfast sandwich and one for egg too. Naidre remembed me, and we talked. I feel so fucking loved in this town. also, I had coffee for the first time in a week. everything in life is fucking awesome. It will be so rad to have all of my things in elly & my house in San Francisco. I am so thrilled to come visit here. I think that's the answer. I need a home that I'm really in with elly, and then the ability for me or us to come here to NYC to play. It feels right. |
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