Oysters and the Rope

I have some good news, and bad news. Good news is I’m going on vacation, bad news is you’re not. Or actually you might be going on vacation also, but like not with me. Because that would be weird. I’m going to London, and I am pretty psyched about it. Mostly because literally everybody will be talking with an accent. And British accent is one of my top ten favorite things ever. And I really hope I pick up some, if not, all of that fine accent for the duration of this trip, that way my return back to New...

We need more giant gummy bears

So I haven’t blogged in a while and here’s why. Last weekend we went to visit Brooklyn on a nice and scorching Sunday. And I have to say it was bittersweet because how can you not miss this? Real easy is how Bushwick Collective welcomed us with some freshly painted graffiti, cracked payments, and some old familiars. And this one giant gummy bear. And that just gave me a glimpse of hope for humanity. Because if we shove enough gummy bears into people’s mouths that might be just enough to stop them from arguing. What can I say, I guess...

On color-coded kayaks, and Sunday church dances

You know what’s worse than moving? Moving on top of construction, on top of having 5 other people in the house. Because when something happens in my life, it doesn’t JUST happen, it turns into a shit storm. Liquid form, for an added gross moment. I might be exaggerating, and there are children starving in Africa, but at least they’re not moving. Lucky bastards. Anyway, I’ve been mostly really tired. On a bright side this whole carrying things back and forth is a great exercise for shrinking your butt, and making your body look weirdly asymmetrical.  Beach body was not...

It’s not a good bye, and more like see ya later

Tonight is my last night in Brooklyn. And I’m mostly sweaty and cranky from all the packing. And even though I make a commitment not to clutter myself with stuff, I clutter myself with stuff. This time around I even went through my books, which I NEVER normally do. Because I’m that crazy that picks up book from everywhere and brings them home. But I put up a good portion of mine hopefully to get picked up by the neighbors, or get recycled into cereal boxes, whatever. I guess, I’m emrassing the 21st century. And I’ve been feeling nostalgic this...

On moving, tax evasion, and some good reads

It has not been fun lately. Like it has been occasionally fun, but an overall feeling has been problems, on top of problems, on top of bills. I’m in the middle of moving, and half of my stuff is at one place and half of it is at the other, and I can’t keep track which is where so my wardrobe decisions have been questionable at best. Like people at work must be wondering whether all of a sudden I went due to an unfortunate gambling accident. Speaking of people at work, do you ever think about how much time...

Read books and drink milk, unless you’re blind and lactose intolerant then probably don’t

First off, ever since I started blogging less my user registration went through the roof. And frankly I’m slightly offended by that. Also, should I take it as a hint? I’m not good with hints since I mostly ignore them, so I might as well ignore this one too. Secondly, it’s been real…messy I guess is the way to put it. I mean what’s with the news? People blowing up each other every single day, Trump getting crazier with every second, and SNL being the best it’s ever been. I’ve never been a fan of SNL, but material just keeps...

Memorial weekend that’s not exactly about remembrance

This memorial weekend I spent terrorizing my future, possible, suburban neighbors. But like in a very nice way. For this to fully make sense you need to familiarize yourself with my previous post first. Yesterday we had a bunch of friends visiting from Brooklyn. And as we were setting the outside table and other applicable food stuffs, the next door neighbors decided to pay a rather unexpected visit. My take is that they were planning on a lecture something along the lines ‘no loud music, behave, and don’t dare distress the peace and quite of this fine white neighborhood.’ But then they seemed somewhat lost...

Brooklyn Hipster goes undercover, or how to ruin a nice neighborhood in 12 weeks

So I guess a lot has been going on lately, and I didn’t feel like writing about it since I felt like I had to process it on my own first. And I’m not done processing it, so you good people might as well help me or something. I might be moving. Again. You see, my Brooklyn apartment lease is expiring end of June, and that’s not really the problem since I did get the lease extension, but super indent of the building that lives directly beneath me is. Point being, he’s been a real pain in the ass. He...

Mother’s day and a freaking rainbow

I’m in a slightly better mood starting this week, slightly being an exaggeration. But weekends do seem to make things more tolerable for a few hours. And then you catch yourself deleting emails without reading them, totally happened today. But this weekend was relatively good, albeit busy with activities. I finished a small painting for a friend visiting from another country. And she was leaving on Sunday so I felt obligated. And it came out pretty good, but I forgot to take a picture of it. So you’ll just have to take my word for it. Also now supposedly my...

I don’t have any good news

What is there to tell you guys, firstly working hard doesn’t pay off. Like it pays, but after a certain period you’re like ‘oh fuck it, I’m just going to go raise chickens from now on.’ Which for me is a two-fold sentence because when I was little I spent summers at my grandmother’s who actually had live chickens. And they just shit all over the place. Trust me, they’re only cute on the internets. What is up with the news. Have you stopped following the news? Because I have. And then I took a break and started following the...