this morning was snow falling past a fourth story window onto mulberry street and i have barely slept in days. transient beauty is, i think, my favorite kind and staring at that shrinking skyline i still don't see a home but i like to think that someday i will. for those keeping track, the past weekend marks the beginning of my wild years ( Read more... )

right now there is a small potted palm tree in my doorway and i keep thinking it is a person. it is extremely disconcerting.

but, it is finally snowing and tonight was lovely.

flashback. july. breena buys 100 love poems by pablo naruda for her boyfriend. she annotates it with drawings of fruits and figures in love and spends more time between its pages than with her boards and canvasses. she writes a note on the inside cover saying, "i don't think you should be with someone if you can't write a hundred love poems for ( Read more... )

PRATT INSTITUTE CLASS OF 2009

all told it has been a very good year.

yesterday at work the door fell off its hinges and we had no door all day. the end.

ps. the life aquatic is playing at regal at 10:35 tonight so call me and we'll go cause now i'm seventeen.

i've been dropping apostrophes left and right and my typing gets worse by the day.

this morning i left my collar up and i think i like it a little too much.

i would like to start a literary movement as an expatriate. but all i really want is for this year to end.

time for a waffle.

( fun stolen from kate )

i need a haircut. if you would like to volunteer to save me from another twelve dollar disaster, i will give you a lot of creative license and cookies.

tonight i am going to bed early. it is the longest night of the year and i plan on missing as much of it as i can.

i want to go hang out in the city.

the floor of rhms is a veritable treasure trove of priceless art. and now, as requested by colleen, found poetry corner with ur papi ( Read more... )

sick and padding around my house in pajamas and argyle socks and an old jacket with holes at the sleeves. finishing a masterpiece of a mix. thinking too hard about romanesque art. learning monetary policy from a book rather than an attractive middle aged man. cleaning and reorganizing this shithole. not going to work. getting excited over boner ( Read more... )