holday video by Zollie

Zollies first time using imovie. He made a holiday video of me synced with Tea for the Tillerman by Cat Stevens. Watch it! It's only a minute long. and for the record, I didn't make the coffee pictured in the video... I don't know who did.

The proudest little Pisces you'll ever meet

Oh city pages astrology section, you never seem to fail me. Whether it directly applies to my life or it just makes me think, or it inspires me. I love it.

Pisces- for the week of 12/24/08- "How do you slay the dragon?" journalist Bill Moyers asked mythologist Joseph Campbell in an interview. By "dragon", he was referring to the dangerous beast that symbolizes the most unripe and uncontrollable part of each of our lives. In reply to Moyers, Campbell didn't suggest that you become a master warrior, nor did he recommend that you cultivate high levels of sleek, savage anger. "follow your bliss" he said simply. Personally, I don't know if that's enough to slay the dragon- I'm inclined to believe that you also have to take some defensive measures- but it's definitely worth an extended experiment. Would you consider trying that in 2009?

Yes, I will consider trying that in 2009. In fact, I have already been working on this experiment and I feel better already. Being honest with yourself and the people you love is really important and, although this is new to me (I've never really been good at confronting situations if something is bothering me that is beyond my control), I think it will work out best for me in the long run.

How does this apply to you? Think about it...

back from the dead?

I am really sorry I haven't been posting much these days. My life feels really chaotic but I don't think it really is, so I don't have an excuse.

Possible reasons I haven't been posting:

-Since I've been home from NY I feel like I'm constantly surrounded by friends. I never have alone time and for the most part I like it this way but I am going to try to start focusing on me again. (I''m going to come back to this idea)

-My blog, for the most part, is direction-less. There is no main focus to my blog (for example: food blogs, craft blogs, family blogs, travel blogs) My blog is me just rambling about nonsense in my life or random facts and videos which makes me feel uninteresting and self-centered. It's like "hey guys, read about my life, care about what I think" That's how I feel...

Anyways, back to that first idea. I started working part time at Black Sheep again. Pete did me a huge favor by giving me a couple of shifts per week because he can't really afford it, which I really appreciate 100% but I still have so much negative feelings about the place. My biggest issue I'm dealing with is serving amazing coffee to people who do NOT at all care or appreciate it. 95% of our customers just want a "regular cup of coffee" which in itself is amazing at black sheep considering we have really intelligent people that care roasting the coffee, the coffee is roasted in house, we use the clover brewing system and have intelligent and well trained baristas making the coffee.
I also have no connection to any of the customers that come in. They are not interesting or interested in their baristas at all. South St. Paul is a different world. It bothers me most because I think about the 3 months I worked at Gimme and I can think of a good amount of regulars there that would be thrilled if I came back and that is why I love being a barista most of all, it's the barista-customer relationship. It's being proud about serving amazing coffee and serving people who appreciate the taste and complexity of the coffee and the love and passion that goes into it. Maybe you (whoever you may be) don't really understand but I feel very strongly about this.
A positive part of working at black sheep and what makes it so unique is the fact that we are allowed and encouraged to be as creative as we want with our products. If we have an idea we have full reign of ingrediants and equipment to make our wildest dreams come true. And we also have alot of say in the way things run. If something isn't working out you can talk to Peter or Kathy and brainstorm ideas of how to make it a better situation for everyone. This is really important and amazing in my opinion.

I'm only working at Black sheep a couple of days a week though and the rest of my time has been spent with my friends and our crazy antics, which has been really great and everything but I'm trying to start focusing on me and what makes me. I want to set up my darkroom, paint more, write more, rest more, just have more me time.

Since I've been back I've been couch hopping and sharing a room with my sister which hasn't been too bad actually. I don't want to jump on getting a place right away because I'm already starting to think about my next travel plans and I can't afford both. I'm feeling a little bit like Jack Kerouac in On The Road in the sense that I'm pretty direction-less and probably not making the most "responsible" decisions as far as my life goes and "success" and all that but I strive most traveling. Being somewhere I've never been before. I learn so much from these experiences about myself and the world I live in and honestly it makes me feel more alive then I've ever felt. It's living out my dreams and if you don't have any dreams or you don't apply your dreams to your life then what do you really have?

My brother, on me.

My sister called me tonight after the whole family, minus me, got done eating dinner to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I told her it was weird that I was the only one missing and she said that her, and the rest of the family definitely noticed my absence. Apparently, My oldest brother Matt said it was quiet because I was always the conversation starter and kept the conversations up. Then, my brother went on to do an impression of me at the dinner table.

"So, what do you think about communism?"

HAHAHAHA

I can't believe that is how he sees me. It's almost heartwarming in a weird twisted sense.

Oh ps. I love my family sooo much.

My oldest brother Matt and my nephews Max and George.

sunflower: the disney charecter that never exhisted

When the Disney film Fantasia was first released back in 1940 there was a character that was a female black centaur that performed menial tasks for white blond centaurs. This character was a typical racist stereotype of the 1940's. But if you watch the movie now, no such character exists. Disney denied the existence of this character for years whenever asked about it. It wasn't until images of the character came to surface recently that Disney owned up to it. Her name was Sunflower.

More on election night

We were in Prospect Heights. Things seemed to have gotten a LOT crazier in other parts of New York but I had a blast.

Here's the video.

I have the most beautiful yard in the world

So, as I think I've mentioned at least a few times I get to have prospect park as my backyard, which has made the transition from St. Paul to New York a lot easier. Any time I want to escape the city I just walk outside my apartment and I'm surrounded by yellow, red, and green trees, kites, dogs running free, open fields of grass, and people that are just relaxing. It's rare to see people kick back and relax here, everyone always has somewhere to be. This park has saved my sanity.

Kids playing in the fountain. It was too cute to not take a picture of.

Baby Bumblebee!

Jordan and I had a breakfast picnic one morning a couple of weeks ago.
Greek yogurt swirled with pumpkin butter and granola and mimosas.

MIMOSAAAAS

One People

So we did it. WE DID IT! And then we celebrated.

Last night was one of the most beautiful nights of my life. Strangers were embracing each other all over the streets. I DANCED with a 62 year old woman who was going insane she was so happy. I was talking to this guy I met from Jamaica and we were both trying to explain to each other how we felt (which was very difficult to describe with words) but at the same time we understood each other. And then he said it was so beautiful because tonight, everybody is one people. And that was exactly it. Here are some pictures from the election party I was at.









Note: This has taken 3 days to publish because I really really wanted to post a video I took of the streets that night but I'm giving up for now. I will try to get it up asap but my computer is going soooo slow.

cheating?

So I'm starting this blog at 11:56 pm. But I know it won't be published until after midnight. Is that cheating for NaBloPoMo? I don't think so... My days are effed.

My friends from the cities came and played a show for CMJ music fest. Let me tell you, the show was amazing! And it was also really awesome to once again, have a piece of home here with me in New York. That feeling is indescribable,really. Anyways, here are some photos from that night.

Kyle

Me and Holly

Zack and Kyle

Kid Dakota played as well.

Jordan

Aviette

long overdue

The morning I got my camera, Jordan and I went to the Banksy exhibit that opened in the city. The Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill. I knew what to expect as far as what was going to be there but I didn't expect it to be done so well. This is the first time he had used animatronic animals. Some of it was very realistic and eerie. In the window outside you could see a rabbit in a glass cage putting makeup on in a mirror. In the cage next to that was a mother chicken watching over her "chicken nuggets" as they pecked in BBQ sauce. On the other side in the window cage was what looked like a sleeping leopard in a tree, tail wagging. On the inside though, when you looked at the leopard from the other side it was a leopard fur jacket. In addition to these there were processed meets like salami and bologna wiggling around in glass cages and drinking from water dishes. My explanations of the exhibit do not do it justice however. It was a really really great exhibit.

The "leopard" from the inside of the store.

This monkey was sitting and watching other primates on the discovery channel. This was the most realistic of them all. It's stomach was moving like it was breathing and it's eyes were shifting around the t.v. and it was moving it's mouth and reacting to the scenes on the screen. I swear I thought it was going to turn and look at me. There was an empty pizza box and an empty pack of cigarettes on the floor next to it.

These guys were wiggling around their cages as well.

Fish sticks swimming around in a fish bowl.

The nuggets.

Jordan at the Fatty Crab afterwards.
MMMM

Day of the Dead

Oh Jeez. It's only the FIRST day of November and I already don't feel like blogging. I worked all day and the little time I had free I spent with someone. I have a social life too guys! Jeez... anyways. I refuse to give up on the first day so I'm going to attempt this anyways, even with a belly full of wine and having to wake up in 5 hours for work.

I did end up getting a camera, so that's good news. I'm going to be posting pictures of my past 2 weeks pretty soon. too tired tonight. I've been trying to take as many pictures as I can but I've been hanging out with a certain someone a lot that doesn't really like having his picture taken so much, which makes things a little more difficult.

Alright I apologize but that's all I really have for you guys tonight. Total filler blog, I know but I promise to at least try next time.

PLEASE KEEP READING MY BLOGS

If people stop reading my blogs I will stop posting. What's the point if no one reads them?

NaBloPoMo

Just because I want the challenge I am going to try to post at least one blog a day in the month of November. I'll try my hardest to not have too many meaningless filler blogs.

Hope all is well with everyone.

Frustration

Being sleep deprived causes me to be very irritable, cranky, depressed, achy, and just feel all -around awful. PMS might have something to do with this as well. It's a bad combo lemme tell you.

Things getting me down:
-There is absolutely NOTHING around my apartment building. Yes, I have the park which is better then anything else but MAN, I wish there was at least ONE decent restaurant around. Also, there are absolutely no grocery stores around. Everything is in Park Slope which is not at all that easy to get to. I'm hungry and the only way I can get food is if I make it a 2 and a half hour adventure complete with several subway transfers. ugh.

-My room mates not telling me about serious apartment remodeling. I get woken up too early to the sounds of drilling, scraping, pounding outside my room. Get outta bed to see what's going on and no one is home but there is a strange man in my living room looking at me in my PJs. Get home from work, no one is home but there is a different strange man painting my bathroom. Not to mention I had to GO.

-Wishing I had someone to cook for. I spend lots of free time reading foodie blogs and recipes online and wishing so badly I had someone to make all the delicious food for. Once you realize you don't, all motivation to cook goes out the window.

-Then, when I do somehow manage to hold onto a little bit of that motivation and decide to just cook for myself anyways, I walk to the kitchen and look at what a disaster my room mates left behind and then that motivation is definitely gone.

-Not being able to have a fucking drink on nights like these. I want a glass of wine or 6 and cannot yet legally go across the street and get one. I work a lot and can get really stressed out at times yet I can not unwind with a beer afterwards.

Grrrrr! I need a hug...

Woddles anyone?

OMG WTF TIFI
(oh my god, what the fuck, this is fucking incredible)

I want this. Badly.
I don't even want this, I NEED this.

It's a penguin waffle maker.

Meet Woddles.

Short Story Style

I woke up this morning to a phone call from Jordan. I have to meet him at 10:30 outside my apartment which means 30 minutes to shower and get dressed. I scrambled to get ready and I was only 5 minutes late to meet him. We went to the cafe and got coffee which we loaded up with milk and sugar. The two of us walked through Prospect Park quiet and blissful. I had to try to hide my smiles as to not show how giddy being in prospect park on an autumn morning makes me. It was really nice to share that with my new friend.

We sat in a sunny patch of grass by a tree and I showed him music on my ipod. We walked to the west side of the park and jumped on the F train into Manhattan to seek out lunch. He had to work at 1 and by the time we arrived in the city we only had 40 minutes. So, we just went to Abraco (his cafe) and got lunch there. Lunch at Abraco blows me away every time. The menu changes daily with whatever is at the market that day. We shared the Prix fixe which consisted of pureed rice and corn soup, fingerling potatoes with roasted poblano peppers, and frittata. Abraco was packed with people, like usual, so we took our lunch across the street and ate it on a stoop of an apartment building. It was a picnic in the city.

Then after enjoying a cortado and leaving Jordan to work I took a walk from the east village to Williamsburg, crossing the water via the Williamsburg Bridge. After haggling with an old woman on the side walk that was selling clothes, I got 2 t-shirts for 5$. Then I stepped over to another table of a man selling books and bought a book of short stories called Dancing After Hours by Andre Dubus and took it to a coffee shop with me where I sat on the back patio and had yet another coffee as I read the first 3 short stories which were very entertaining and perfectly suiting for my mood. After reading a while I got antsy to move again so I took a walk down streets I wasn't familiar with and ended up by the water. I sat down at the edge of the path and dangled my feet by the water and I read some more stories. It was very chilly and windy today but the sun was warm.

Once I started to get hungry again I decided to seek out dinner. This brought me to a cafe on Bedford that I don't remember the name of. I had half of a roasted eggplant sandwich with a bowl of tomato cilantro soup. The sandwich came on delicious, crusty bread that was perfect for dipping in the soup. For dessert I had pumpkin cheesecake and a chai tea. All of this is sitting in my tummy now as I write this and it's making me very sleepy. It was a good day off, just wanted to share it.

Also, I apologize for not taking any pictures since I've been here. My digital camera broke right before I left for New York but I'm getting a new one in a few days.

Crush in the Ghetto

I'm floating with the birds
I'm talking to the weeds
Look what you've done to me

I'm still dressed up from the night before
Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street
Look what you've done to me

It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
Finer than the day before
The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
They know where the honey is

There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
Birds of paradise are taller than me
The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by
Children are walking to school

In the midst of all of this profusion
The bus pulls up to take me back home
The bus driver looks like an African prince
The babies have tears in their eyes

And I feel like a queen
On this sunny city bus
Look what you've done to me

Kid, you'll move mountains!

For Zollie. You understand... I love you.

OH! The Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.

No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

You can't have autumn without MN

I have been having an amaaaaazing autumn so far in New York. I have soooo many stories for you folks. But really it's all just adventure and chaos. Part of me still misses comfortable autumns at home. I miss the memories I have of the past few falls that can't seem to escape my thoughts every day. One of my very favorite autumn memories is going to the apple orchard in Stillwater with the few most special people in my life. I MISS THAT!

Tamper Dance

So, I know most of you don't really "get" what I do in regards to coffee. This should help you understand the process a little more. Actually, I don't think you'll get anything out of this except for a laugh but still...It's hilarious! I guess this was filmed at the Gimme! Coffee in Ithaca, NY

I know you miss me

And want to send me presents. That's why I'm giving you an address to send them to. I'm giving you my work address because I can receive packages there without having to go to the bronx to pick them up. By the way, I AM expecting presents.

K thnx! :)

228 Mott St New York, NY 10012

Fetish

So, I've recently come to terms with the fact that I have a fetish. I never really understood fetishes. You know like feet, body paint, BDSM, anime what have you... haha. Anyways, I didn't even realize I had one until my friend Karl said it the other day and well OF COURSE. It all makes so much sense now. See I've always had this infatuation with facial hair. Especially beards but unique staches would do as well. I've always explained this infatuation like this:
"The way that men are obsessed with breasts because they can and will never be able to have them themselves, that's how I feel about beards."

And not like well groomed beards but like scraggly sheep herder beards.

homeward bound

I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

"Who knows how to make love stay?"

1. Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay.

2. Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.

3. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.

Harvest Moon

I enjoyed my only day off today people watching for the most part. I hung out in Williamsburg aka hipsterville. I'm not complaining. I liked the people I met or observed from a distance (creepy?) I sat at a cafe for a while and then made my way to a park to lay in the grass and read my book. By the way I'm reading A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers right now and I must say it's an amazingly written book. I love his style of writing. He goes on a few tangents that last way too long that get pretty dry for me but all in all it's a very very good book and I think whoever is reading this blog should go buy it and read it if they have not yet.

Anyways, met up with Karl at Union Square and walked to the bar he works at to drop off some keys and have a beer and eat some food. Great beer, Great food. Then went back to his apartment to enjoy the harvest moon on the roof and drink more beer. But there were huge cockroaches that decided to join us as well so we went back inside. The rats I can handle. I see a rat on the sidewalk and it doesn't phase me but the roaches man, GROSS.

I hope you all enjoyed the moon as well.

I don't sleep well at night

I had a nightmare last night. Me and all of my closest and not so close friends were all dressed in black and had bandanas tied around our noses and mouths. We were formulating a plan. I don't remember any of the details of our plan but I do remember being with my friend Elliot and going through peoples yards and garages and underground tunnels to get to a certain spot in downtown to meet our friends and go through with our plan(clearly, this is about the RNC). There, we were greeted with Riot Police on horses. At first awaiting nervously to see what we would do. We all just started marching towards them and chanting things in unison. Immediately the police started to come at us. They got off of their horses and were slamming kids to the ground and spraying mace in their faces. They were just aimlessly spraying mace everywhere, all around. Like, as soon as they started to feel slightly threatened, the answer was to just aimlessly spray and swing until they hit as many as possible no matter who it was. I had started running down a side street by this point. The whole dream was sepia toned and set in the night time in downtown St. Paul. I looked around the streets and I could hear the screams of agony in the distance but I was alone. I was running as fast as I could to get away from all of this and I remember realizing that even being at least 2 blocks from the chaos by now I could slightly smell the mace and taste it in the back of my throat and as soon as I realized this, I woke up.

I woke up terrified and wanting to hug every single one of my friends that were involved with the protests and further, arrested and charged with ridiculous charges.

A favor?

I need someone to do me a favor, I need someone to grab the new city pages EVERY wednesday and email me my horoscope (pisces).

I need need need this.

thank you.

ps. whoever does this will get some kind of present someday I'm sure. Seriously though, it would mean alot to me. And you can start by telling me my horoscope from last Wednesdays issue.

The soundtrack to my strawberry summer

In this order!

Cutie's Car Song- Nasimiyu

Postcards from Italy- Beirut

Bruises- Chairlift

I will be Grateful for this Day- Bright Eyes

Chinese Lanterns- Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapelles

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)- The Arcade Fire

By Your Side- CocoRosie

Pecan Pie- Jeff Tweedy

Red Walls- Roma Di Luna

Strawberry- Paul Baribeau

Peachy Keen- Lucy Michelle and the Velvet Lapelles

Where Do You Go To My Lovely- Peter Sarstedt

Werewolf- CocoRosie

Bowl of Oranges- Bright Eyes

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him

I'm Gone- Roma Di Luna

Journey of the Featherless- Cloud Cult

The Littlest Birds Sing the Prettiest Songs

Well I feel like an old hobo,
I'm sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as a summers day
Now the summer days are through
You pass through places
And places pass through you
But you carry 'em with you
On the souls of your travellin' shoes

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
Wake you up in the mornin' so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
I got the wanderin' blues
And i'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of
these days soon
And I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well it's times like these
I feel so small and wild
Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singin these blues with a warble and a trill
But I'm not too blue to fly
No I'm not too blue to fly cause

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well I love you so dearly
I love you so fearlessly
Wake you up in the mornin' so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
I got the wanderin' blues
And I don't wanna leave you
I love you through and through

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train
And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
I had the wanderin' blues
And I sang those wanderin' blues
And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways
One of these days soon
And I'll sing...

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs....

I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothin' is mine
I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my lovin' in the wintertime

The end of the rainbow

{A conversation between Sam and I}

(us sitting on a random stoop in Manhattan looking for something to do)

Sam: Hey look a spotlight. They usually have those for like opening nights for events and things like that.
Me: well, lets go check it out
Sam: nah for all I know it might be at the very tip of Manhattan
Me: Yeah but maybe there is treasure when we get there, like at the end of a rainbow. I remember very vividly when I was 6 running and trying to find the end of the rainbow with my 2 best friends at the time. We ran and ran and we were so excited because we knew that with a rainbow there would be treasure at the end of it and with treasure came a leprechaun
Sam: haha you would totally be the type of kid that chased rainbows. And I bet you were really crushed when you realized it wasn't going to happen.
Me: Yeah, but I didn't stop chasing it because I realized it didn't exist, I stopped chasing it because it was just too far away.

Old Greg

Take the time and watch it. it's hilarious.

belly full of stars

I had an amaaaaazing night last night! Full of adventures and chaos. It was very much like a movie about New York. A movie about a girl in New York. Funny thing is, Macauley Culkin AND Haley Joel Osment were in the movie as well, or rather, participated in my night last night in some way. Such a stereotypical night on the town. Got lost from 5 am to 7 am under the ground in Brooklyn.

I would tell you more but I don't wanna jinx it.

So far, So good.

Something that needs nothing

"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all that they have"



loooove that quote

Going away party and other stuff

Pete made me that cake. We ate it for hangover breakfast.

Awwww. Charlie Art made it to send me off with some love.

Whudda gentleman.

Doesn't get much hotter then this.

I really wish I knew what was going on here, Zollie looks so eager!

Aria drawing on muh face

Sistahs

Carson in the midst of chaos

Cutest thing I ever did see

You really don't get it.

morning after, you know how that goes...

Exactly! goes a little bit like this

And like this

And DEFINITELY goes like this