so- brooklyn/manhattan/ny-uck it is for the next 4 days. can't wait to leave this shithole and live a real life for a few days ( Read more... )

so i read this fucking thread on UNO's International Office site that all non-immmigrant aliens are not eligible for FEMA and if we don't send it back, our legal status in America is jeopardized. fuck this stupid life and this stupid country and this stupid place i am stuck in.

and then my heart just fell out of my chest.

i saw two people sporting new orleans bar shirts tonight- one was from the saturn bar on st. claude, the other one was from the abbey on decatur. it made my memories feel a lot more tangible, like: yeah, these places did actually exist in your life just a little while back. i miss new orleans so bad. not because the city was especially good to me- ( Read more... )

Nothing like the relief of writing a paper in two days, then writing and recording a radio broadcast in less than 48 hours and then finally being able to take a breath for a day. School is much more bearable if there is enough nightlife to make up for the hours spent studying. New Orleans, you ruled!

peach, my good good buddie from berlin, is staying in NYC for the next 2 months, which means that i can see him when i go up to Nyack and visit Emily. he's cooler than peaches. we write songs together with titles like "broken legs" or "henk fishbein". he's 6'3" and weighs 120 lbs. and he is NOT a hipster. he steals palmtrees in heavy flowerpots ( Read more... )

as we were driving "home" last night, i was thinking to myself how much i miss seeing the world/inferno friendship society live.
the world needs more vaudeville dance craze paired with black suits and stiletto heels.
i need to drink red wine more often.
maybe being cut off from an active music scene produces these band specific cravings.

evacuating yet again. travis' parents are flipping out about
rita turning toward us, so alexandria it is for the weekend.
i have a law paper to write over the weekend, which is gonna
be real hard to do w/out the internet. sucktown.

- riding the 55 Elysian Fields Bus back home ( Read more... )

read "ham on rye" by charles bukowski.
the big easy is now the big empty.
i felt like a burglar at my own house
when i went to new orleans.
i don't think I've ever been so homesick, much less homesick for two places at the same time.