the nytimes wants our favorite book quotes

i love the tone in which the blub in their blog i guess was written letting us know they were compiling them to make up for the mistakes of some book of quotes that left out contemporary authors.

another title for this post could have been: its on
spring, the light is changing you can tell. walked home today and it just has that feel.

i heart having my roommate's music on my computer!

i went plant shopping with fred wilson

well really were just in the same soho plant store at the same time. i didn't speak to him, but i guess i could have asked what was up with some parts of his talk last week.

had a good new york sunday even if i didn't hit coney island and i didn't wake up til 1pm (which through me for a loop and made me have crazy dreams b/c i slept too long.)
but happened upon the new york marble cemetary being open (on 2nd and 4th) which was cool and would be a nice space for a party. some of the people who are decendants of original owners want to be have green internments there. brunch at carcas-the house juice is the way to go, the passion fruit was too artificailly sweet. then down to the apple store then off the the de maria exhibitions in soho. i was super chatty with the gallery gaurds-who have super sweet jobs. literally they need to be there and mark off the number of people that come, and have access to copier/printer/scanner and computer with internet. i need that kind of job. chill was more into the broken kilometer, i was more into the earth room, although i think the broken kilomter was a more pleasent/upbeat piece. glad i saw them though. think its funny they water the earth room every week. but its supposed to be moist...

CL personal posting craziness going on. thesis working on-not so much


excuse the spelling. my spell check isn't enabled on firefox and i don't have safari open.

i'm the go between

my first friends have gotten divorced. for the best but not currently amicably. i've stayed on friendly terms with the ex-wife. went over to her house for shabbes dinner last night. all i can do is look around and see all of my friend's stuff (couch, wall decorations, table). but she wanted me to take something back to him which i have and will. she still has her ketubah up, which is hands down the nicest ketubah i have ever seen, but i still think its fucked up and i would take it down instantly.

some responses to my latest idiosyncratic and left wing attempt to meet my besheret via the internerds [i wrote back to none of these]

What's wrong with a Hummer...and the Death Penalty; there is A LOT OF SCUM in this country who DESERVE it! (in bold and italics)

whats wrong with the death penalty? Murakami is cool. do i have to like shabbat dinners? do i have to believe in god to please you?

Hey there,
I am attractive 39 y.o male.
I am very funny, outgoing, and considerate.
I drive and live on my own.
I attach my pic...I hope you like it...
Bye

I read your bio & I wanted to tell you that you are a very interesting woman, as well as that you sound like you're very pretty, and very sexy. I hope my bio passes your critique.


Ways I broke your deal: desiring to buy a hummer, def. pro death penalty, and being pro-choice; but ONLY for minorities.
Ways I made the deal: "tolerance" of coney island, redheads!, Shabbat...
the last books I read were Sun Tzu - The Art of War, Karl Von Clausewitz - On War, and Niccolo Machiavelli - The Prince
ps. for some reason, you don't strike me as being particularly religious. (so whyt he hell did this guy write me?)

why do i get off on verablly sparring and being bitchy to people. espcially guys.

i'm going to chalk it up to insecurities, AND having a potentially warped way of thinking about attraction and fear of intimacy. i think it makes me a bitch and doesn't add to the niceness in the world, or the good feelings of humans towards other humans but it does feel fun, esp when i feel superior to the person i'm sparring with which is the whole point right-esp if it comes from insecurities. oh well guess i'm just human.

bought every rose has its thorn. i kinda love some of the power ballads from the 80s hair rock bands.

the real question is if you like guster

i forgot about guster a lot. they were one of the 3 bands that i saw all the time in college, although i eventually stopped going to their shows because they were all the same.
um crocodile lounge gives out a free pizza with every beer. um. sweetness. made up for the lame date. he was nervous. i was judgmental. but i still don't think there was spark. but the bar reminded me of thursday nights at the rat. so much nyu undergrads. went to king's head afterwards for which i also have very specific memories, but haven't been there in ages.
considering purchasing tlc shoop on tunes. and by tlc i mean salt-n-peppa not sure if i'm still quite drunk enough to do that, but i am sad that i missed grey's anatomy and possibly october road-but ti think that will turn into another one tree hill where i won't be able to get enough and then will think its the stupidest thing ever.

did i post about fred wilson? he was interesting, but kind of disappointing. the q and a, which i stayed for for some reason, wasn't totally horrible and actually added something, esp b/c his talk lacked something. also he kpet quoting from the artists he was talking about but it was often impossible to tell when he was quoting and when he was speaking his own thoughts-while he fucked with the viewer i don't think that was intentional. but it was nice to be in the dia space which i like a lot, esp the colored tile room where it would be fin to have a party.

i have nothing interesting to say

i work too much and procrastinate too much. and am not prepared enough for several of my jobs.
3 jobs today.
date tomorrow at a bar i've somehow never heard of. i don't spend enough time in manhattan.
i got the calendar for my summer job-did i mention that i will have to leave my house at 7am and wear a bathing suit 3 times a week? but hey fucked up a bunch of the dates in ways that they weren't using last years this years or next years calendar.

oy these hangings

i meant to be asleep two hours ago but ended up staying up talking to my roommate's uber cute friend who came over to watch 24 and bakes. note to self, be home next week for 24-even though its ringing too close to home and not suspenseful in a good way

coney island was so fucking gorgeous today

i so wish i had had a camera or really a video camera.
i can't quite put it in words in a way that will justify the beauty. the wind, the sounds, the birds, the beach, the snow covered beach, the sand blowing in the wind, the patterns of the waves and wind in the sand that was passed over by the waves. so crazy nice.

i was hungover for a large part of today. chi chi's feast was good as always. he was intimidating about my choices in how to make the salad-which he forced me to make (not tossed and dressing on the side was my choice. he feared it not being tossed for some reason)
the 12th st ladies built a fire. so nice. the roar is as good as the ocean. maybe i'll make myself a hot toddy.

hmmm. winter is back

yummy shabbes dinner at the rabbi's with nice peeps.

spent part of the afternoon until my annoying meeting with mickey. unfortunate how much the weather sucked and that H&M had some shitty apparel, and camper didn't temp us.
so we head to fanelli's to have a drink. we walk in its crowded and we are trying to decide if we should stay or go elsewhere. i should add we've been there before, the bartender announces in a loud and excited but not peppy voice like we are tourists that this is the second oldest pub in new york, they have reasonable prices and a health conscious menu. umm i've been there before both fro drinks and food. its reasonable manhattan prices and bar/pub food-since when are burgers and fries and beer health conscious. but in any event we end up with some sweet seats at the end of the bar, possibly kicking some regulars out of their seats. mickey has coffee, i have baileys. we chat. i strike up a conversation with one of the guys who's seat we took because it looks like he's having tea with whiskey, but it turned out to be hot cider and brandy. he then got a shot and a beer. he was also wearing a sports jacket and tie and a wool trench coat (like the pea coat but longer) he kept going out for a smoke, which is i assume why he never took it off. we learned about his bad back and that he does yoga-i'd say he's in his mid 50's but not why he's drinking at the bar dressed for a professional job at 3 in the afternoon, which is what i really wanted to know

ps nursery school boy, have your google powers led you here yet?

could someone else give my walking tour today?

mickey comes in today! holla!!!!

slept in pajamas in my own bed with no one else in the bed for the first time in years last night. not sure why, just kinda happened.

favorite politician of the month. brazil's culture minister gilberto gil. from the people (damn how cliche does that sound) and an artist himself.

are books like albums that they are only released on tuesdays?

jonathan lethem's new book came out today, not that i was looking forward to it, but came up in an article and it popped into my head. i would never go to vintage vinyl to get the new releases after midnight monday night, but i might for books. who am i kidding. i think the people lining up forever for harry potter are crazy.

went to buy lost girls, "an erotic graphic novel depicting the sexual adventures of three important female fictional characters of the late 19th and early 20th Century, namely Alice from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz, and Wendy Darling from Peter Pan."-wikipedia= today but found that it is only out in hard cover and is in fact 3 books and is $75. now we know that i will probably end up buying it and dropping the $75 but i was defiantly thinking this was going to be $20 that i wouldn't have to think about. its also big. does the library carry graphic novel erotica, and do i really want to check it out after its been in circulation?

gyc has a box outside for people to put applications in- current resume and 1 page essay on why you'd be an asset to their drinking establishment. i kinda want to apply. i wanted the job more last summer. but it could be fun.

fyi the brooklyn rail is really depressing this month. short article on how single issueness can fuck us over as evidenced in the affordable housing fights in brooklyn with atlantic yards and the ugly high rise williamsburg developments.

torn

i;m at cocoa bar and torn between the friends i came with to do work, the friends who are chatting on the couch that i have often in the past been here with and the actual work i need to do. so what am i doing? blogging.

i am tempted to pay for times select just to read joh tierney's column. if only i were regularly seeing (friend even) someone that gets the paper daily and could pass his columns along.

went on yet another first date from the internet with someone who was really nice and cute and clearly not going to go anywhere. i kept thinking that i should set him up with grad school friend's sister, but i think that maybe that's just because i think they look alike. i don't have her email or i would definitely set it up.

my roommate stayed up all night trying to meet a deadline

i am really conflicted on my april 1st plans. i scored tickets to the susan-lori parks 365 monthly recap at the public, but got the afternoon performance. which looks to be the same time hungry march band will be playing at coney island. i saw a picture of coney island where they are tearing out shit (i knew it would happen when thor equities bought it and started developing it, but i was also in denial) and the bulldozed into the shoot the freak game. which (the game i mean) i think is lame, but still makes me sad. i found it amusing to watch other people try to shoot the freak. and i fear this means they are also tearing down the batting cages. if that is the case i seriously do not approve.

umm i would so love to run into this artwork on the street
http://news.windingroad.com/etc/wonder-woman-your-car-is-ready…/

itunes update
potato chip and seranade to a poodle both by slim gaillard

my parents boought a prius

my dad calls it his toy and my mom isnt allowed to drive it.
i'm impressed that they got it. go them.

$6 for a heifewetzen or however its spelled at union hall. i'm not impressed. but i do like the atmosphere.
wish i had spent more time outside in the gorgeousness.

wync, garrison keilor is not jonathan schwartz

i suppose i should email them rather than posting needlessly on this blog. but someone needs to know the button marked jonathan schwartz is actually prairie home companion

last night i was stopped on the street and asked to empty my pockets to have the contents photographed for a an art show. i was pumped. but didn't get the guys' names.

um yeah and grog is having a book published, i kinda missed that. but am pumped to hear that.

thanks to tilda for making sure i'm not dead

anyone want to take the shrinky dink class at artez'n?

went to the whitney after work today, they moved the calder circus out of the 5th floor mezzanine into some place much less cozy and makes it feel much less like something you might be part of a small club that knows about. its also positioned in a way where you are encouraged to look and move on rather than be enveloped by the movie of him running the circus.
the Taryn Simon photography was awesome, both for the subject matter, the composition of the pictures and the use of large/wide format whatever makes it square film. they put up a random show of sculpture from their permanent collection that could have been a very cool exhibit, and had some interesting pieces, but i think was missing something overall. i didn't spend much time with the other exhibits but at least the gordon matta clark i'd like to check out some more. apparently he spent a lot of time randomly but kind of meticulously taking houses apart with a chainsaw and documenting it somehow.



itunes update
jackson-johnny cash
my my hey hey-neil young
one bourbon, one scotch, one beer- john lee hooker (love love love this song)

would someone call me in the morning to make sure i wasn't poisoned in my sleep?

when i came home from my coop shift my roommate was using his laminator and the smoke detector started going off like crazy. we couldn't get it to stop until we rigged a fan blowing directly at it. no smoke was involved. i'm pretty sure it also detects something else, some kind of gas or something. it was hilarious in its frustrating ness. the fan is still going because even after 10 minutes the alarm went off when we turned it off. (ok more like 5 but still)

welcome back springy!

reading norwegian wood, which was aptly described by the person who lent it to me as really good and totally murakami but also nothing like his other books. at least a third of the way into it, the fantasy parts are missing. the guy still drinks and listens to the occasional jazz, but no cats and no fantasy (like the genre) elements.

went to an old fashion planetarium show today. except that one of our kids puked during the middle, and they wouldn't shut up in general it was great.

mad congrats on the job offer to slip n slide buddy

sad that this means the levinermans will be moving farther away from me, but i guess that was bound to happen with her on the job market, and they always liked st louis better than i did. and its an excuse to go back to st louis, where i did eat well!
but big fat mazel tov!!

is basement bangra only on friday nights?

nyuwritergirl, jorrav you guys know?

realized that a couple peeps i know, know each other even though i know them from totally different worlds. such a fucking small world. mickey-nyuwritergirl has been hanging out with your former cci coworker. and mfs showed up at her dinner the other night. i wonder if he revealed his kool-aid manness.
in other small worldness i was at magnet field with christan slater (that's basically over, not that it ever started) and went to the bathroom, which suerte had painted-which i had totally forgotten about-and walk out and suerte is in the bar not that he recognized me. i shouldn't be surprised his new tat parlor is right next door. when cs and i left and walked past it, he commented how he was the guy who did the brooklyn pint glasses, and then i commented yeah nad he was the guy in the bar and the guy who did the bathrooms. rambling. sorry mrs kinasecaster, i know that lack of punctuation and ulyssess writing style is hard to follow in this one. i'm still a little hungover.


recent itunes purchases (look how poppy i am)
get busy-sean paul
can't get you out of my head-kylie minogue
sos-rihanna
i left my wallet in el segundo-tribe called quest
since u been gone-kelly clarkson
spoonful-howlin' wolf

brunch yum.

let's call this a belated yarzieht candle.

yesterday was my brother's yarzheit. he died 15 years ago on the hebrew calendar on tanit esther. (a lot of people in my fam have yartzheits on holidays). i didn't get my shit together to light a candle. let's say this is it. crazy that the number of years without a brother are soon going to be far more than the number of years with (13).

what is fiction about jonathan ames story in nerve?

he sleeps with everyone and he lives in brooklyn. changing the woman's name to protect her identity is common courtesy not changing the story into fiction. i'm not sure why he's able to sleep with so many people. i feel like my risk of catching an std would be increased just by being in the same room with him-not that has been what has prevented me from going to the moth. that would be lack of coordination on my part. and in fact i'd probably rather go to the moth when he is hosting than when he's not. and we know that secretly i actually want all brownstone brooklyn writers that i claim to hate (see colson whitehead and the genius grant for a cross reference)

not that steven elliot would ever want to be compared to augusten burrroughs but i think stephen elliot is a much better writer and cooler guy. maybe that has a lot to dow ith the fact that i'm into his politics/political actions and that he has now basically become a staff writer (except i'm pretty sure he pitches his pieces instead of having them assigned) for the believer. which we all know how much i heart.

for purim my costume is jewish service corps alum. original huh?!

oh and also. while the tile roof on the bethesda fountain looks awesome and shit, the whole renovation is not done, so CPC should not be making a big deal about it. but i did hear some awesome steel guitar, upright bass, trumpet, and washboard percussion set music by the fountain today. i love me that old timey stuff. i think i've seen the band at barbes. apparently they play mondays at chez oscar, but i don't love that place.

so much neuroses, so little time before i have to get up for work

also do you care? in this case will it help me to process it to write it down. basically i think nothing is going to happen with nursery school boy (esp as he's out dating again) he and i are so incredibly similar its kind of scary and i find myself being inwardly pouty around him. which is lame, but my neuroses kick in and i think to much and feel too sorry for myself.

hamlet was ok. the production was interesting. i forgot that hamlet is possibly my least favorite Shakespearean play. i kept counting the minutes for everyone to die, i was done after the first act. basically they did hamlet rocky horror picture style to a movie of a stage performance of hamlet (which was originally done set as a dress rehearsal-but i don't get how visually anyone was supposed to know that conceit)