It’s not every day you take two separate trips to 34th street or go into a building and not emerge until it’s dark out! You can see the imprint from my yoga mat on my face in the last photo. That’s the kind of thing that you need at the end of an epic long day.
Since moving to New York six years ago, summer seems to drop off right after my birthday. The air gets crisp, and the sun shifts to an angle that warns me that summer is waning. It often makes me nauseous.
This year I am mourning the loss of summer, but in that I’m also preparing myself to go mega-psychotic full-speed hyper-balls-to-the-walls to finish out my last semester of graduate school.
Yesterday Dom and I rode our bikes out to Jacob Riis Park. We rode down Bedford Avenue all the way from Bed Stuy to Sheepshead Bay and then over the Marine Bay Parkway. It was beautiful and smiling was a natural reaction as I pedaled as fast as I could up and down hills. We ended this epic, 30+ miler day with enormous Coconut Bliss ice cream sundaes with sprinkles. When Dom tucked me in last night, I rehashed summer highlights until I talked myself to sleep.
celebratory end-of-semester swank dinner
“NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star” museum date with Debo
Alexis’ going away party with the fist
My favorites after the Brooklyn Half
First time in Coney (I know…)
Frigid Boston Calling with Cap’n Cara + Jesocat
Boston Calling, the sun came out the last day
One of many car trips with Bo this summer
Morning Philly dog walk
Height of summer!
Effing Chicago with cakeface
First show in Chicago
Moving to Bushwick
Fourth of July
Feeding goats and laughing at their weird tongues touching my hand
cakeface’s first showing of harold, i hate you
Roosevelt Island weeknight adventure
Earnest on a road trip
Seeing my design work in the Berkshires
Mass Live Arts at Simon’s Rock
Birthday, fucking, cake, oh yeah!
kittehs in Bushwick!
Rhody trip to see soul sister
Hazelnut and Earnest
Good bye, summer.
Yesterday my flip flop broke while en route to the grocery store. It wasn’t a break that meant I could drag my foot along and get by. It essentially disintegrated.
I walked across Knickerbocker Ave with one bare foot. I walked directly into the dollar store where Dom bought me some $1.97 slippers which I wore to the grocery store.
Today I rode my bike to rehearsal. Riding down Morgan Ave, I decided to get on the sidewalk because I’m always afraid of trucks running me down at the light at Grand St. I didn’t quite land right on the curb, and the amount of sand made me slide like crazy. I found myself face down on the cement. Only minor injuries were sustained. But I was wearing helmet, which probably saved me from cracking my head open.
Yesterday? Walking barefoot in Bushwick! Today? Lying down on Morgan Avenue! 28 sure is shaping up to be a fucking adventure.
8 trains and a bus. Two trips to Grand Central, one at 10am and one at 4pm, with a little foray to Pratt Brooklyn in between, finally landing myself in my childhood bedroom at 10pm for a solid 10 hours of sleep.
I think I deserved it.
1) Enormous pothole on Willoughby near Home Depot that allegedly was part of an “explosion.” Police officer let me ride my bike on the sidewalk though the street was blocked off.
2) Beautiful decrepit building across from said pothole.
3) Pigeon guy in my neighborhood releasing pigeons on his roof.
4) On the same block, a Hearst with the trunk open ready to be loaded.
The pigeon/Hearst scenario was troubling. I told Jeso earlier this week, I fear every bike ride may be my last.
This is where 10 people tell me I’m being dramatic. But hey, I don’t have a will, so if this turns out to be true, please cremate me and take me on a trip and scatter me around the world.
Dominic took vacation before we went on vacation the other week, so we went to Roosevelt Island one night after I got out of rehearsal. I’d never been there, though, I don’t know our trip there via the tram counts as being “there.” We got off the tram, walked to the water’s edge, took some photos, laughed a little bit, then walked back and got back on the tram. On the way back the tram glided along the Ed Koch Bridge and in between big apartment buildings with big windows and lots of lights on. One of my favorite things about New York is looking at Manhattan lights, but moving high up in the air gave me a new vantage point to check things out. Conclusion: Manhattan lights are pretty great.
On the way home someone had opened a fire hydrant. It was full blast, creating a waterfall mist effect on our street. Conclusion: also pretty great (though incredibly wasteful).