selected works
greg eason
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i’ve got a bookstore crush
on the staff recs @ word
i mean, zombies in manhattan?
you had me @ whaaaa? ohno!

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1...the air around these parts is starting to feel crazynice.
2...the williamsburg bridge photographs like a fiesta.
3...i have dinner plans . . . in brooklyn.

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chinatown / morningside heights / queens
amy ruth marsh

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coney island c. 1888
brooklyn museum

sometimes i’m like, woah.
this is real. like, real life. shit!
a lot blows my mind . . .

1. We Love To Complain
Don’t complain about us complaining. It’s just our thing. We especially love to complain about the weather. Yes, we know the weather is better in LA. We know! We still want to complain about our weather because it’s ours! The winter is too fucking cold, the summer is disgustingly hot. During the spring, “Oh Gawd, my allergies!” Everyone loves fall.
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- What Are 5 Things I Should Know About Living In New York?

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today @  james jowers’ nyc.

I bet it was so easy for them to budget cut your weekend service. It’s always so fucking easy when you don’t know, when you can’t remember. But you do, right?   You remember those weekend afternoons you used to pick me up in front of 9th Street and ride patiently while I got lost in shameless people watching and song surfing until you finished that straight shot commute to the West Village?  Crosstown, downtown – that’s all I needed and you did both.  You.  Did.  Both.
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I’m sure, to them, it’s nothing.  Probably because they don’t know it’s just a cold weekday morning now.  The sun’s is barely up, I’m heading one way, you’re heading another, and no one, not even you or me, is looking for adventure.  And we always look away, ignoring each other because we have to.  Because we can’t.  Because we’re running late.   Because we don’t care.
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but you know what, kid?
i remember how it was.
and that is something.

1...They’re like color versions of the One in 8 Million videos.
2...The one about Rockaway Taco helped me score a new job.
3...They always make me really stoked I still live in New York.

Okay, I’m gonna go bike around the first floor of my enormous downtown loft now.  Bye.

things that make living here more than okay:

listening to paul simon while getting from point a to b
breaking the code to trader joe’s (8am m-f; 9pm f/sa)
finding this glam as fuck photo of mk in my old apt*
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* not really, but the dirt and door look eerily familiar.