Twentysomething

Went to see Ashes & Snow  the other day with Candice and it blew my mind.  It's been a while since I've been really visually stimulated.  There's been an overdose of modern art, esp. all the post-expressionism stuff, and to see something completely

I gave in and dropped by Chinatown tonight to grab some semi-authentic Vietnamese food.  Not exactly from my mom's kitchen, but good enough for me to gorge myself.  Went to Nam Son and had pho and goi and went up to Candice's place happy.  We

this is the last post for spare change. i think a new home for my thoughts will help it bluster to some new regions unknown. pax dharma. ciao.

I saw two men on the subway yesterday night and they were funny. Tall and skinny fellow was sitting erect, eyes boggling and poring over the faded magazine, folded legs with shined boots caressing the grimy floor. Eyes sliding left to right in their slitted grooves, their rapid fire intensity

If my friends are now bankers and doctors and lawyers – engineers and account executives and consultants and real estate developers and business owners, what can I be? Dot-com researcher, without knowing anything. Litigation consultant, without trying anything. Banker, without living at all. But all that ca$h! Break. Jumpstart,

I talk less to people now, divided by the invisible wall that is the Williamsburg Bridge. I enjoy this new freedom. Unencumbered by social obligations and the distractions of city lights and city life I can hear my thoughts again.