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“evening skews. your girlfriend’s drunk, at the other side of the street. why is she down there? who is she speaking to? you are standing at the bottom of her walk. you see her standing with two people holding their bikes by the handlebars. she is wearing a summer dress. the last sunlight is strafing her dress through the trees. she is gesticulating. her hair is long. you know you cannot communicate with them. your voice would not carry. you wonder whether this evening will turn, right itself, in the time between when she leaves these two people and when you climb together to the third-floor apartment, to all the plants and open windows. perhaps you will find each-other’s matching shapes and forces. perhaps she will begin speaking at precisely the volume that makes you feel like co-conspirators, lovers, and not simply like people in a room together, declaiming. perhaps the faded blue sky will go rose, stars fainting through. perhaps there will be an accident, something in the way your faces turn and glimpse each-other; it will illuminate the instant and slip between you, connective tissue. or perhaps she will remain the woman she is at the end of the street, too far to call to, freer in the afar, and the nighttime church bells will sound sad.”

wrong weekend
sean

amy’s list.


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1...my sister’s boyfriend (my boyfriend-in-law?) was in town this weekend for work so i tried my best to show him some east village / les greatest hits. after a good round of dog watching @ tompkins, running into a giant chinese volleyball tournament, and grabbing some supersnacks at the hester street fair, we took a much-needed breather @ the 6bc botanical garden.
2...not only was this baby being lugged around the east river park in his harness like a live lobster, but he was also sporting a zebra print eye patch (secret sisters).
3...the manhattan bridge opened on nye 1909 and is still lookin’ mighty fine after 101 years.
4...i step on this ave a sidewalk face daily. sorry, dude!
5...i’ve got a lot of intense questions on my mind right now. i’m already inside my head enough as it is, so it’s getting hard to resist packing it all up and moving in there indefinitely. i know i really just need to keep my head high and remember to look up.

let my cameron go.


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cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?!
ferris:..where’s your brain?!
cameron:..why’d you hit me?
ferris:..where’s your brain?
cameron:..i asked you first.

ferris bueller’s day off
john hughes

amy’s list.


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1...on tuesday, i took a cab across the manhattan bridge for patrick’s birthday dinner and since i still had the glow bracelets i picked up in cape cod over the 4th in my purse, everyone got party favors (including our waitress). ms. anna and i split the chicken and patrick’s birthday basil ice cream absolutely killed it. a celebration, indeed.
2...there’s a party at work on thursdays called tgiaf (thank god it’s almost friday) and this week, after a crazy down-pour and crazy clear sky, we all grabbed a beer and went to the roof. not bad for a workday.
3...on saturday, i had very little plans (my favorite kind) so i rode my bike to nowhere and ended up at the east river ferry. after some divine intervention, i convinced a new friend to join me for a quick and quiet trip across the water to ps1. when we got there, a giant dance party thwarted both my promises of quick and quiet, but it was still a trip, nonetheless.
4...confession – – – > i’ve thought about meeting by james turrell at least once a week since sarah and i saw it back in january.

amy’s list, vol 1.


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1...put air in my bike tires
2...have lunch @ kyotofu with aunt max
3...pick up my favorite disposable camera
4...ride ↑ & ↓ the hudson river park
5...get crazy with it
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ps – amy’s list is a new (and hopefully weekly) addition to ilikeyoulikeyou.  it aims to provide a place for me to document how i lived my life in nyc each week by sharing some of the photos i’ve taken (the above isn’t mine, hence # 3), the things i’ve done, and the coolshit i’ve encountered while trying to call this place home.  like most things, i don’t really know where this is going, but i hope you’ll stick around to help me find out.

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can we play again?


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cori kindred dabbles in rock naming.
i’m down, mostly because it reminds me of
this game i love to make my friends play  – – – >

let’s open a bar!..whatshouldwecallit™
let’s start a band!..whatshouldwecallit™
let’s have a baby!..whatshouldwecallit™

very snice.


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“you don’t need to leave your room,
remain sitting at your table and listen.
don’t even listen, simply wait.
don’t even wait. be quite still and solitary.
the world will freely offer itself to you.
to be unmasked, it has no choice.
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”

– franz kafka

when i was 23.


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i lived in a third floor walk-up where we had to throw the keys out the window to let people in. the man who owned the bodega downstairs always called me “mami” and his sixteen year old son once invited me to a party i actually considered going to . . . i occupied one of the four bedrooms. i was friends with the girl i shared a wall with.  once, to avoid interacting with anybody else in the apartment, i climbed out my window, across the fireplace, and into her window, just so we could lie on the bed and watch felicity together . . .when i was 23, no matter how much i cleaned, my room felt dusty.  here are the things i never had in the apartment at 23: paper towels, tissues, zip loc bags, neosporin, bottled water, fresh fruit, bagels, or cream cheese . . . when i was 23, i liked to go sit on my roof, listen to music, and daydream
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about an age
when i would know anything
about anything.

what i was doing when i was 23
 marguerite weisman

a startup.


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morning swims
afternoon hims
corgis for me
chickens for her
blogging & drawing
reading & writing
tabouli tuesdays
focaccia fridays
dot com dot org dot gov

25 & retired
fox & marsh, inc.

to night.


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press close, bare-bosom’d night!
press close, magnetic, nourishing night!
night of south winds!
night of the large few stars!
still, nodding night!
mad, naked, summer night!

– walt whitman

me too, kev.


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things never turn out exactly the way you planned. i know they didn’t with me. still, like my father used to say, ‘traffic’s traffic, you go where life takes you’ and growing up happens in a heartbeat. one day you’re in diapers, the next you’re gone, but the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. i remember a time, a place, a particular fourth of july, the things that happened in that decade of war and change. i remember a house like a lot of houses, a yard like a lot of yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. i remember how hard it was growing up among people and places i loved. most of all, i remember how hard it was to leave. and the thing is, after all these years

i still look back in wonder.

see ya.


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i f-ing love kites.
is that weird? like really weird?
it is? i don’t care.

plumen looomen.


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– “about” plumen (swedish chef translation)

toast.


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W…H…Y

make a candle
that smells like
frankincense

W…H…E…N

you could just
make a candle
that smells like

T…O…A…S…T…?

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end of dayz.


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have a great day.
please go away.

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