Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
VIGNETTE 8
After a short series of text message dares, they agreed to meet at Sunset Diner in the morning. Sunset diner is the kind of place Quentin Tarantino would prefer, making it nonthreatening for a Williamsburg first date. At 1pm it was totally packed. She walked in and all the hipster eyes did a once over, then went back to their hangover breakfast plates.
3 minutes later he walked in from the rain, wool hat soaked through. He had coffee and eggs benedict, she had chamomile tea, scrambled eggs and bacon. He was charming, they spoke about recording, music, and the easy things. He kept looking straight in her eyes.
"Want to walk?"
"Okay"
East River State Park- its somewhere to see the city and pretend the water isn't debris lined and the cobblestone is charming, instead of dangerously haphazard. They walked and looked and pretended it was nice, she turned away from his eyes because she knew things were going well.
The rain started coming down again, and they headed toward the Duane Reade to hide for a minute. Gentrification along Kent Ave helps in situations like this. 5 years ago there would have been no where to take shelter, but now all your modern convenience is within reach in Williamsburg. I heard they are even building an IHOP soon. It started pouring harder so they ran, there was an indent in the side of a cement megalith apartment building to their right. It was the only place close enough to duck for cover.
They stood close and she could see he had blue eyes. He pushed wet hair away from her forehead. She thought, "Oh no, this is a moment, I got caught." She kept her hands in her pockets but it was too late. He kissed her softly, politely, gently. She let her hands out of her pockets and kissed him back.
Later he played the Clientele for her because he knew her story with them. The light painted on his face turned from gold to blue in the time they were there together. Talking about children, tree houses, New York, moving in and out of sleep, they kissed with their eyes open.
3 minutes later he walked in from the rain, wool hat soaked through. He had coffee and eggs benedict, she had chamomile tea, scrambled eggs and bacon. He was charming, they spoke about recording, music, and the easy things. He kept looking straight in her eyes.
"Want to walk?"
"Okay"
East River State Park- its somewhere to see the city and pretend the water isn't debris lined and the cobblestone is charming, instead of dangerously haphazard. They walked and looked and pretended it was nice, she turned away from his eyes because she knew things were going well.
The rain started coming down again, and they headed toward the Duane Reade to hide for a minute. Gentrification along Kent Ave helps in situations like this. 5 years ago there would have been no where to take shelter, but now all your modern convenience is within reach in Williamsburg. I heard they are even building an IHOP soon. It started pouring harder so they ran, there was an indent in the side of a cement megalith apartment building to their right. It was the only place close enough to duck for cover.
They stood close and she could see he had blue eyes. He pushed wet hair away from her forehead. She thought, "Oh no, this is a moment, I got caught." She kept her hands in her pockets but it was too late. He kissed her softly, politely, gently. She let her hands out of her pockets and kissed him back.
Later he played the Clientele for her because he knew her story with them. The light painted on his face turned from gold to blue in the time they were there together. Talking about children, tree houses, New York, moving in and out of sleep, they kissed with their eyes open.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Monday, November 1, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
VIGNETTE 7
I got a call from him when I was waiting for him on the porch, I knew it couldn't be good. He told me it was a hit and run, and that he just needed me to carry the bike. No ambulance or anything. I ran and met him at the G stop, he was swerving side to side on the sidewalk. We passed a group of thug types that were loitering on the corner (I say types because they weren't really thugs). They acted all tough and tried to talk to andrew and sell him coke, he just got up in their face and asked for bandages and showed them his hand spilling blood. They moved away. Then some bike kid with stretched earlobes was like "just go home and clean the fuck out of that".....Thanks...i guess??. Seriously - No bodegas had first aid kits, we resorted to even asking at a laundromat. It was a mess of a walk home, it was like we were in a ghetto, oh wait, isn't that a synonym for Greenpoint? Except in a ghetto I'm sure you would pay less for an apartment.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
ITS BEEN ABOUT 4 WEEKS SINCE I BROKE MY SHOULDER
I only got to see my x ray briefly at the hospital and this is pretty much what I saw. Its a long story that most of you have heard already, so here is a picture. The next picture will hopefully be one of me back on my bike again.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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