January 2011
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B’s Blizzard: To The Bridge
Continued from The Road to Williamsburg
Fuck. I’m stuck in the middle of the block. I look ahead of me, and all I see is over a foot of snow covered street. Behind me is the trail i created. I decide the best way out of here is to back up and reverse my tracks. Before I can do that though, I need to clear some snow so I can get out of the rut I’m in.
Of course I don’t have a...
December 2010
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B's Blizzard: The Road to Williamsburg
It was the day after Christmas and my plans for the day were simple and perfect.
Yumcha (dim sum) with the guys. Basketball with the guys. Dinner with the guys.
It all went as planned. Yumcha was delicious. We balled for about 4 hours. After playing, we scarfed down dinner at 69. I got the usual. Spare ribs with black bean sauce over rice. We left around 9pm and my night of the blizzard began.
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“Sleep is life’s speed bumps.”
October 2010
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Daily Chant
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Music.
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Music.
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Music.
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Music.
That’s my morning chant as I walk out the door making sure I have with me what I need everyday. I think I need to add self-confidence to the list as it seems as if I’ve forgotten to carry it with me these days.
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Music. Self-confidence.
Phone. Wallet....
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Grace Jones
Brienne helped me recollect the following childhood memory…
I met her when I was around 11 years old. It was a few days before the Christmas I believe. She came into my parent’s toy store that used to be on 14th Street just as we were about to close for the day. She made my parent’s day as she bought enough toys to pack her limo that she arrived in. She made my day, because I...
“I like brown rice. But I love white rice. I tend to trust love more than like.”
Slumber
Every night, just before I want to sleep, I have a sudden urge to work on something. Whether it’s catching up on the unfinished or starting the countless ideas, I want to do it. But my body is tired. Some nights I push through and work. Most nights, I submit to slumber.
When I was in my twenties and teens, slumber could wait. These days she has a firm grasp tugging at my lashes. I love to...
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A Designer's Street Cred
Why is it that people don’t tell lawyers, mechanics, doctors, construction workers, professional athletes how to do their job? Whereas people have no problem telling a designer, “Make that smaller. Move that there. Use this font.”
I suppose we just don’t have enough street cred or people think since it’s “simple” they can ask to see it. The ever infamous,...
To Do
Take amazing photos of the not-so-amazing.
Write a children’s book.
Become a patron of a museum.
Finish designing my apartment.
Teach design.
Record another album.
Lose 65 pounds and never find it again.
Own a dog.
Poster designs.
Create something that positively influences the way we live and think.
Dream bigger.
Have a family.
Grow s+f to its potential.
Have my own secrete...
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Eddie Opara Joins Paula Scher and the Pentagram...
There are countless designers whose work moves me. Amongst them, there is Paula Scher. I will presume you know her, or at the least her work. It’s her supposedly ballsy approach to design that seems to separate her from the others. She’s not one of those “fuck you” designers like David Carson or Rick Smith (of Tomato) that gets to work on many of the kool lifestyle and...
May 2010
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14 Minute Journey
The train ride into the city is a brief one. There’s just enough time to get through the first 6 spreads of the paper. I can listen to about 4 songs if I’m lucky. Or on those long nights before, it’ll be the perfect nap after waking up earlier than I wanted to.
My trip feels longer when she gets on the train though. Supple lips and the occasional sigh of relief catching the...
“I’m a gay woman trapped in a straight man’s body.”
April 2010
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“I love spending sunny days in the shade.”
February 2010
1 post
“You’re not old…you’re not married.”
January 2010
6 posts
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“You only miss things you love. I miss sex.”
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Looking Up
We are all on the same level. If we all accepted this, then ego would not clutter our sight. Why do people work for things? Why do people work for people? I refuse to empower myself, others and objects when empowerment should only be reserved for initiating selflessness. Encouragement is what we need more of in this world. You can do this.
Really?
Really.
So can I. Really.
Convinced?...
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Scattered
Yes. Sure. No problem. Will do. Of course. Just give me a moment. OK. No prob. For sure. One sec. Absolutely. Without a doubt. Yeah yeah. I understand. Right away.
Fuck.
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Positive Tension
Three very different snakes prepared to travel together on a very long journey in search of a famed field filled with feasts and festivals. What do they bring with them and how? They are snakes after all. Without shoulders, they could not bring bags full of needs. Without hands, they could not carry what they wanted. The snakes decided to move on with nothing in tow. At times, they hissed at each...
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“Why has health care become more about wealth care?”
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“Pressure is merely opportunity disguised.”
December 2009
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“Follow what you love and you’ll find yourself.”
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Two Hundred Rhinos
Hello two hundred rhinos. I am not very familiar with where you’re from. Worse yet, I don’t even know where you’re going. Heck, I’ve only known of you for about three hours now. However I know you’re leaving because of me. Yet I hesitate to invite you back in. What if I did? Would you stay?
Please stay.
November 2009
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“Giving thanks is (sometimes) better than giving spanks.”
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Six Grey Gooses
Six Grey Gooses landed on my balcony one crisp evening. I am five floors up from the street. Four of the not-so-graceful birds waddled towards me. They seemed to be curious about why I was on the said porch. Mind you I’m the odd one out during this impromptu meeting of fowl. After three minutes of staring at each other I decided to leave them be. I don’t speak goose. I stepped back...
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“True story. A legendary super model called me “Boo Boo” today.”
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Cocoa Gashes
We were both wearing green today. We shouldn’t have. The green simply meant “GO!” to the lurking flingers of cheap chocolate sponge cake. The battle lasted only mere minutes, but the damage was done. Chocolate wounds and cocoa gashes soon covered our bodies. After treating to our injuries, we gathered with the enemy and celebrated life.
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“Being thoughtful with every action would negate much of the inaction in the...”
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Stool.
I started redesigning my apartment over a year ago now. It’s now in a livable state, yet it is far from finished. I need stools. Four them to be exact. They should be industrial, warm, and perfect for an alchemist to use when creating those somethings out of nothings. I walked into an antique shop on Houston off of the Bowery. They carry industrial era salvaged pieces which is perfect for my...
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“Music tames time.”
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The Cult of Familiarity strikes again.
Only two of the top thirty grossing films of this decade were original stories. Sad.
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“Humility is something to be proud of.”
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Pigeon Toed
“I’m wearing plaid shorts and leather shoes. My ears are popping, and I notice the puke-like pattern covering the seat in front of me. It’s neat that there’s a table that folds down in front of me though. Monchichi can sit on it so he doesn’t have to take up my space. My feet still just barely clear the seat. So I turn them in to their pigeon-toed state. That’s more comfortable. Where are we going...
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“Anyone worth loving is worth losing.”