Month: September 2011

dustin & dunderdon.

3 things i’m really good at:

wandering below 14th street
giving a confident hand shake
staring at people / things

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if time allows for all three,
there is a very good chance
i’m having a very good time.

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for example,

when i wandered into dunderdon,
got intro’d to their charming shop-dudes,
and stared at dustin for an hour,

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i clearly remember
having both myself and i
a very good time.

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stripes, no stars.


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this day day feels weird
like a stripe-y triangle.
not a lot of flare.

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how many rivers?


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we were hunters and foragers. the frontier was everywhere. we were bounded only by the earth, and the ocean, and the sky. the open road still softly calls. our little terraquious globe as the madhouse of those hundred thousand millions of worlds. we, who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? by the time we’re ready to settle even the nearest of other planetary systems, we will have changed. the simple passage of so many generations will have changed us. necessity will have changed us. we’re… an adaptable species. it will not be we who reach alpha centauri and the other nearby stars. it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths, and fewer of our weaknesses. more confident, farseeing, capable, and prudent. for all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, we humans are capable of greatness. what new wonders, undreamt of in our time, will we have wrought in another generation? and another? how far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century? and the next millennium? our remote descendants, safely arrayed on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified by their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all the universe come from earth. they will gaze up, and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. they will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of raw potential once was. how perilous, our infancy. how humble, our beginnings. how many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.

pale blue dot
carl sagan

amy’s list.


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1...i’m an intense creature of habit so doing the same thing every weekend really doesn’t bother me especially when that same thing is camping outside 9th street, enjoying my favorite raspberry muffin / an incredible cup of coffee, and hanging out with other people’s dogs for a solid 2 to 3 hours.
2...the big gay ice cream shop is finally open and lauren, daniel, and i somehow managed to find a no-line-around-the-corner window of time to order our respective bea arthurs and salty pimps.
3...there will always be hard days ahead, but it just so happens laughing through them helps bigtime.
4/5...my sister was in town this weekend (she lives in london) and, thanks to her willingness to partake in some aimless village wanderings, we stolled down leafy streets i have never strolled down before.
6...did you know that little italy’s feast of san gennaro just celebrated it’s 85th year? salute!

miss much.


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don’t be so careful
you miss the times
of late september
mountain climbs.
don’t be so weary
you miss the sea
or swinging from
a crooked tree
or closing your eyes
and taking the plunge.
don’t be so safe
you miss the fun.
dallas clayton

amy’s list.


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1...the bowery hotel hosted a wedding last weekend and, though it’s a little hard to tell from this photo, the confused woman in the back corner wearing the navy feathered dress absolutely stole the show.
2...i was not excited in the slightest for summer to turn into fall last year. i remember feeling desperate to shut everyone out, stop time, and just stay put indefinitely. funny how quickly attitudes can change.
3...now adding cellists to my list of activity crushes (surfers and skateboarders, please make room).
4...the weather has been balls in nyc the past few days (constant misting + 80% humidity = a fro with a mind of its own), but yesterday i looked up and the sun was all, “hey girl,” and i was like, “heyyy.”
5...what’s that? oh, just patricia field being a babe and signing some shit @ fashion’s night out.

now everything is fine.


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a conversation at the grownup table
as imagined at the kids’ table
by simon rich

mom: pass the wine, please. i want to become crazy.
dad: ok.
grandmother: did you see the politics? it made me angry.
dad: me, too. when it was over, i had sex.
uncle: i’m having sex right now.
dad: we all are.
mom: let’s talk about which kid I like the best.
dad: (laughing) you know, but you won’t tell.
mom: if they ask me again, i might tell.
friend from work: hey, guess what! my voice is pretty loud!
dad: (laughing) there are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask i pretend like there aren’t.
mom: i’m angry! i’m angry all of a sudden!
dad: i’m angry, too! we’re angry at each other!
mom: now everything is fine.
dad: we just saw the pg-13 movie. it was so good.
mom: there was a big sex.
friend from work: i am the loudest! i am the loudest!
(everybody laughs)
mom: i had a lot of wine, and now i’m crazy!
grandfather: hey, do you guys know what god looks like?
all: yes.
grandfather: don’t tell the kids.