homework first, then ambient drone.

Animal Collective.  Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
Animal Collective. Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

Seeing Animal Collective perform at the Prospect Park Bandshell this past weekend made we wonder, if this is the kind of shit my friends and I listen to, then what the hell will my children be listening to? I can only imagine . . .

Me:  Honey, dinner’s ready.  Hon?  What’s goi–
My Kid:  Shhhhh!
Me:  What?  What’s happening?
My Kid:  UGH, that was the best part.  You ruined it.
Me:  What are you talking about?  I don’t hear anything.
My Kid:  They’re called Mute.  I played them for you in the car.  Remember?
Me{blank stare}
My Kid:  Nevermind.  I’ll be right down.

today’s nyc life tests = math + moving.

cut offs

On my walk to work this morning I forgot how old I was.
Am I 21?  Nope. 22?  Hmm. I think that was last year. . .
OMG blanks. I’m drawing blanks! How old am I?!
I had to do the math to stop freaking out.
Way to start the day off scary, Marsh.

Oh!  Speaking of scary, I’ve also begun the horrendously terrifying yet ever-so-popular NYC life test of trying to find an apartment . . . in Brooklyn!  I’ve wanted to make this move for a while now and it’s seriously exciting albeit daunting/nerve-racking that by October 1st (fingers crossed) I will be all packed, moved, and on my way to living in a borough that feels more like my favorite pair of sample sale cut-offs rather than that seriously X-rated spandex leotard I still can’t convince myself to wear out in public.

Read:  too much sexy makes this baby go blind.