.got cigarettes.

This is also a sweet story from last week. And it's true, if you don't love animals, you don't love nobody.

.to be lonely in.

(image from Viper12321's Flickr)

Exactly one week ago
at 3pm
a woman
gave birth at my station
(I was at Battery Park),
the East Broadway stop of the F.

This is my favorite coverage,
mostly because of the
implied disgust of the
East Broadway station.
The comments are
priceless
as well.

It's not that dirty.
Okay, yes
it is
and probably one of the
dirtiest
I've ever been in.

This coming from someone
who's fallen between train and ledge
and got covered in dirt
and today
got clipped by the door
and got covered in dirt.

I wish I could
ironically
say I liked that station.
But I don't.

It's like that movie
The Grudge
(or diehards - Ju-On - which was so fucking terrifying I wanted to cry!)
someone died there.
And is mad.
And won't let anyone
be happy.
IT WON'T LET YOU BE HAPPY!

.got all new york.

Go. Away.

.but i ain't got you.

After a weird storm earlier this week - out my window.

.i've got new york.

Things you should know about me: I love bad reviews. I love, love, love reading them. Books, movies, television shows, etc. I don't know why. Maybe it's because people (ie: reviewers) can articulate their deep hatred for something so much better than their admiration. The language and pure honesty used is just, hilarious! There is nothing better. Especially when it's someone or something that you just want to fail or the person is so high and mighty. Bad reviews make me laugh and create that glimmer of happiness at work. Can someone be a Schadenfreuden? So with that in mind, here's my open letter:

Dear Creators/Everyone Involved of the Love Guru,

Thank you for this.
And this.
Aaaand this gem.

Love,
Me

.but that fell through.

As for
work
I am
again
stuck between
a rock
and
a hard place.

or, as I like to
look at it:
will I be the violinist
or the rat
on the sinking
Titanic?

.i had a lover once.

June 17th.
I've lived in Manhattan
a year!

balloons
clowns
ponies
crying children

ah!

.but nothing to do.

If someone
told me
a hurricane had hit
Manhattan
today
I would believe it.

Is there
nothing better
than New York
at night
mild weather
neon signs
and rain?
(Well, from the comfort of a good apartment with some coffee and a breeze coming in the window)

.everywhere to go.

POLITICO: First, I haven't mentioned anything about Obama getting the nomination because (1) I always knew it would happen and (2) I have no doubt in my mind that Hillary is begging for the ticket and won't go away. He hates her but loves her votes so...who knows. I think he should pick Joe Biden and Hillary and John Edwards can go in the cabinet.

Second, I am so saddened by the loss of Tim Russert. Unlike most kids, I woke up on Sunday Morning to watch the show of the same name and then Meet the Press. We would yell at the politicians and talk about what we heard and Tim Russert was such a great mediator and really loved politics without being political. He just seemed like a good guy who loved his family.

.the night is too.

Dear EV Grief,

I fucking love you.

Marry Me,
Me

.the day is gone.

Maybe New York
will turn into a
leprosy colony
for herpes.

And Bloomberg
will be our
Jesus
but instead of
healing us
he'll just tell us to eat
more granola
and
make us give
tourists directions
(I'll do it, but I can't guarantee that they'll be correct)

.to the hudson's swells.

I went on Wednesday to see David Sedaris speak at Barnes & Noble Union Square. The man couldn’t have gotten better publicity. His book came out Tuesday, every publication in New York promoted it and he was on the Daily Show the night before. He talked about it appearing on the show and how nice Jon Stewart was but he had never seen the show before – it doesn’t air in France - and sorta had no idea what was going on. I just find it assuming that a writer who has essentially the same sense of humor as this show doesn’t watch it. Anyway, the place was packed. I thought I got there early, he spoke at 7 and I got there directly from work at 5:40. I bought my book (squeeze, dance) got to the 4^th floor and it was insane. All the seats (maybe 100, I’m really bad at that sort of thing) were taken and people were waiting in the isles and the line to get books signed snaked around the entire floor (and it’s a big store). The people sitting had their books signed before his talk and he signed every single one. Every person had something to say to him and he conversed with them and stayed after the talk to the sign the books of the hundred of people in line who had to watch him via TV (TV! In a book store for an essay writer). I was lucky to be in a spot that I could actually see him.

After waiting over an hour, in heals, in a place where I couldn’t lean and the security wasn’t allowing people to sit (WTF?) my feet burned and I had finished the book I was reading, he spoke. He read an piece from the book and shared some diary entries, probably the same format he’ll do in every city he visits, but he is so light-hearted and funny that it felt like you were in a room with no more than 12 people (even though ev-er-y gay man and NPR listener in Manhattan was in attendance).

The only problem was the two woman gabbing behind me toward the end of the talk who just didn’t understand the glare and the guy next to me talking about his job at Nylon and how poorly run it is – good to know, I guess (?). He was talking about living in Astoria and all the "super cool" beer gardens there and he proudly stated that Astoria is the first place in New York City to have a Panera bread; no lie and I wish I was exaggerating. I just thought, one day beer gardens, the next day Whole Foods – for some reason I have a feeling that the people of Queens will not give up their neighborhood lightly.

Anywho, David Sedaris was amazing and we should be friends and go to Australian zoos and have dinner parties in France. If I can’t have that, I’ll read When You Are Engulfed in Flames on the subway and keep away from flaming mice and Astoria.

.from the big blue bridge.

Thanks Dad for this:

Just FYI,
the soy lattes
from
'wichcraft
taste like
Chinese food.

(tsk, tsk Tom Colicchio)

My fault for being
jackass-y
and ordering a
soy latte.

.to little west 12th.

I know most of my posts recently have been about politics and not about the city, but politics is such a huge, monstrous part of this city and most people with half a brain know what's going on. And some of those, people, ie: me, want to talk about like their opinion adds up to more than 2 cents.

Clinton supports, congratulations, ever since West Virgina you've proven yourself to be the single most racist group of people on the planet. Round of applause. I have yet to meet someone supporting Obama who brings up race. Jeez. Let's be honest, neither Obama or Clinton have a great time of service to the nation, McCain will always have that. Obama is a junior senator and Clinton was the first lady and sorta senator of New York (other than having a home here, she's really done jackshit).


On the Gothamist board responding to this article, someone wrote this and I couldn't have put it better:

"She is a life long New Yorker who has worked for civil rights for over forty years."

And she's more than willing to vote for the man who vowed to overturn Roe v. Wade, out of spite. We don't have enough bullets for so many people wanting to shoot themselves in the foot.

Holla.
I've joked about not voting for Clinton (if she got the nomination which is impossible even with her ridiculous math that goes against what she supported in the beginning of the race when it would have benefited her) and it would pain me to see her in the White House, but voting for McCain isn't an option and again, even though I hate Clinton down to the bone, I would rather see a Democrat in the White House than see one of Bush's cronies there. I highly doubt that Obama supporters will turn into misogynists so please, can we ask the little task of Clinton supporters to have some dignity and grace (and step out of the competition) and move on.

.from the great white way.

Just to be
really
insensitive...

Did anyone
hear
what Clinton said
after her
"amazing" win in Puerto Rico
(who doesn't even vote in the general election)
pretty much
claiming victory
for the nomination?

Are we sure it's
Kennedy
who has the brain tumor?

There, I said it!
Let's just switch that around....yeeeeaaaaahhh.