Late last night in a small Williamsburg bar, he told her that her smile broke him. The line from one of his favorite Rolling Stones (if she remembers correctly) song...and instead of encouraging her to smile again, it reminded her to harden her heart.

And so the apartment is finally quietAfter a weekend flurry of guests from Texas (four, to be exact) staying and weaving in and out of the days of our home, coupled with The Northern Romance that I lately sometimes find curled in the flesh warmth of my bed, I finally find myself able to breathe and walk around with my hair mussed and pajama pants ( Read more... )

I am making this list just so I don't forget (and so I can brag just a little) about celebrities I've seen wandering around New York City. Seeing Gideon Yago tonight outside of a Spin showcase at CBGB's spurred and fueled this list.

So #1:
Gideon Yago--CBGB's (and I know he's only a quasi-celebrity, MTV News and SPIN writer)

Then:

Gabriel ( Read more... )

Because I don't know how else to respond.
Because I don't know where else to respond.
Because I'd like to reply a million different and equally appropriate ways.

I was curious and so I opened it, clicked on the name that I didn't think I'd see in my inbox ever again (because we're both so stubborn). And my stomach fell. Not in a particularly bad ( Read more... )

I was riding along on the subway the other day when I saw the correct words on a placard in the car...

Honor the past, embrace the future.

So I know that somehow I must and I will.

So I receive a package from Texas, thrice wrapped in heavy brown tape, its contents a dynamic and vast array of items that make me laugh and smile. When I slip the CD into the player, hear familiar voices from a familiar show, sit down and read the letter that accompanied the package, I am forced to reconcile so much animosity. I am forced to ( Read more... )

I want to write but part of me loathes the task...because I know now (and I have known) how searing words can be, how they leave scars, tattooing themselves on the pulse of your wrist and the workings of your brain. How they breathe with you. How every inhale and exhale carries with them sounds and tongue wrappings that can alter a soul, that has ( Read more... )

And at some point walking east along 125th, a few blocks past Broadway, she was attacked in the gut. A fistful of intestines and other internal mess was yanked out of her midsection by a hand she could immediately feel but the voice that was its partner seemed so far away. The sour of vomit and utter revulsion started its steady ascent up her ( Read more... )