Monday, June 22, 2009

vignette 3

I was walking across an empty rainy Williamsburg Bridge at midnight, and came across a drummer. He sat at a full drum set, playing to the sounds of the city. No basket for money, it was just his practice space. Above the cars and the J train, misty raindrops fell on us. We mutually smiled, I kept walking, and he kept playing.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

vignette 2

So I am on the A train going to Zack and Brenda's house, I look across from me and there is a very interesting man sitting across from me. He is all muscle, black, short dreds, stocky, compact like a warrior. He has long eyelids and long spaces between his facial features. He wears campers, simple dark jeans, and a blue t-shirt. He has a compact black backpack stocked full, and a monopod in one hand. All of this implies strength and masculinity, body builder, Vin Diesel comes to mind, but at the same time, he is flipping and twirling his hair like a girl. Eventually we meet in a staring contest. You know, the way you and another passenger just look around at nothing, but accidentally meet eyes. That happens and I eventually cracked a smile. He smiled back, and we went back to looking at nothing. It was normal, but for some reason I felt like we understood each other. It was probably the monopod. Anyway, I have my head down for a few more stops, he gets out somewhere around 103. I catch him glance back at me through the door. I look to the window and smile as he passes. He smiles back soo big, I see him through the second door still looking back so this time I wave. He gets a skip in his step and grins as the train doors close and he walks down the platform. I don't know what we shared, but it was so nice, and it was so New York.

vignette 1

Friday night I caught a short handsome man in a sweatsuit looking at my shoes. I wanted to be sure so I danced a little, walked a little, and sure enough he was still watching. I got on the train and stood next to him. He burst into a big smile and a thick Italian accent and told me they were the best shoes he had ever seen. I was getting out a piece of paper to write where I had got them, when I accidentally fell onto a 7 foot man with long curly metal hair. I said sorry, and he said, "It's alright, your shoes are really awesome."

the line reads

and it was the summer of 2009.

Monday, June 15, 2009

no joke

This is what I look like after sitting outside for an hour reading the ensign. And it really hurts too! I should explain, I pulled up my v-neck shirt and rolled up the sleeves; hence the red patches. I tend to think that the sun can't get me, especially if I'm reading holy literature. What a fool.

Monday, June 8, 2009

10 things i learned while in vegas this weekend

1. my mom was in theatre in junior high and played the tin man in the wizard of oz
2. my grandmother has an unfiltered disposition, especially in front of a crowd
3. holly is amazing, I need her to be my life assistant
4. alex and I are a lot alike (knew that, just further affirmed)
5. my great great grandmother was in a mental hospital for 30 years of her life (which is strangely relieving, it explains a lot)
6. my dad is really cool (I new that one already)
7. My homeward is amazing (already knew). Leaving the church would be too hard because of their humbling examples of awesomeness.
8. I love target in vegas because it is mostly empty, clean, and has lots of stuff you need
9. I'm pretty sure I don't want to have a wedding
10. I can iron 10 tables of linen in 2 hours

best catch ever

3 generations

thinking faces


Sunday, June 7, 2009

11:38 pm

I will blog about my sister's wedding soon, but for now I just want to recount the last few hours. Got home from the airport, bike ride, deliiiiicccious french dinner compliments of matt wood, - halibut, oysters, and strawberry shortcake for dessert, bike ride, lord of the rings at clark's house, bike ride home, I am fat and happy and very very sleepy. alissa is ichatting me right now.

Monday, June 1, 2009

hip hip soooooo hip

It feels crappy to fill out a profile about yourself and find out that you are a hipster. Not that you are completely defined by liking joy division, photography, bikes, and blackberries, but when you look at it online it can be embarrassing. I wasn't sold these favorites, or was I? It does help that I still believe in God and go to church, that is not really a hipster thing to do. I also smile a lot.