New York
Oh Brooklyn bright Brooklyn! Caressed by harbors and glimmering waves You sing softly like a bird uncaged Moon ballooning high, clouds crowding low Sweeping steeples and weeping windows You yawn and stretch the indigo night While lovers love 'tween those twinkling lights Yahooooooo - I'm howling to
New York
So I talked to this girl randomly the other day and she was a whale. Figuratively, not literally. I can be mean about it because 1) I won't ever see her again and 2a) I don't care for her opinions that much. 2b) That's
New York
Spent the better part of Friday night at Pier 45, head rested on my helmet on the manicured lawn, staring at the dusk turned to night, as the moon punctured the sky
New York
For the time being, exploration begets new possibilities - tremendous opportunities to get lost, to stop and imprison the moments in my viewfinder, to escape into the oblivion of motion-speed.
New York
What if our lives are lived only once? What happens if we never return to the moment of first discoveries – will our actions have meaning if it falls to the slumber or forgetting?
New York
God, do all actors complain about their profession? I thought writers were bad, but most writers are introverted; actors, however, like to share their pain, their angst, their sacrifice
New York
There is something sad, forlorn and mournful about Jesus, hanging on his tree, stretched muscles and sinews, ribs exposed and staring at the ivy covered brownstone next to graffitied factories under a gray clouded Brooklyn night, with no one to talk to. It seemed to me an error in reasoning
Twentysomething
I went to Philadelphia this Saturday. Decided to go to the Live 8 concert. Claudia joined me stumbling onto East Broadway at 6:45 am in the gray morning
New York
Ok, now that the summer is blazing I have to be blazin' a little bit too. Things on the summer list. * Save an assload of money. Goddammit, if the job is screwing me over (and hell, I gave up a 60K bonus for this shit?), then I just have
New York
My days at an internet startup consists of apologizing to clients for our woefully inadequate product, cajoling uninspired developers and DBAs to get something, anything done.
New York
My friend Jack is a cocaine user and he makes roughly 25K a year, doing temp work and various other jobs to "pay the bills".
New York
Jeez. I'm so pissed off at the mindless brain monkeys that surround me.