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I have a new piece in the New York Moon this month, for their neighborhood issue. “Five Stories”—pretty excited about it.
I found an abandoned building on 13th and 3rd in the E.Vill, complete with a Katsu tag and a wooden owl up top. After fashioning it in pen, I filled it will inhabitants— stuck a story on each floor, a “private” picture (from sketchbooks, unfinished or destroyed art) in each room. If you read 2C, the surveillance pigeons (its the one that opens as a pdf, second floor left), you’ll get some orientation as to the building’s residents, but just click around, and enjoy.
–it’s just that very busy time of year when twenty people that I love come through New York in a week and headcolds set in and there’s more of my resumes circulating the interweb than I thought possible. All that with a healthy dose of holiday cheer and Dayquil. It’s my first New York Christmas, I’m looking forward to it and wishing the best for you. Kisses.
Filed under: getting out of the house
i knew it would happen, and well, it happened: writer’s block. scrub is at the printer, i edited blue-eyed apples to cut out most of the first-person-crazy-lady and thus shift the narrative voice a good deal, bless came and left, and well, i did my laundry and couldn’t figure out what to write next. instead, i did a bunch of stuff:
1.my first gator head and my first florida orange of the year get acquainted.
2. cornell art museum was meh. really good for such a small school, rollins. there was a little bit of impasto that made me happy, and one of the profs had an instatllation of underwater art that was pretty neat-o (98 different sea creatures!) especially consdering the context:
3. i am reading moby dick.
4. i also read an essay from 2005 about the 20something generation and how we’ll never have babies or responsibility. actually, it was more about how 35 is the new 25, but it also hit the nail on the head in terms of how i am struggling with what to do with the balance of the decade. all the 30somethings in essay club enjoyed giving me a third degree of sorts. think they like to see me squirm.
5. i dressed up like a human cannonball and then headbutted people i don’t know really very well until close to 5 am. the party also featured a clown named eddie (the host), a mangina (not unlike the breathtaking conclusion of ace ventura, pet detective), finding beer money in the street while riding bicycles, and a lot of gay cowboys. The evening devolved into a crying clown, boys-hitting-girls fights, and being serenaded by a man twice my age that sounded a lot like elvis (costello).
6. a girl in a white leotard and furry boots gave me snus. i read an article in the nytimes about it, so i thought i’d try it. once i put it under my upperlip, as instructed, i got really scared about cancer and threw it all way.
7. cover letters galore, for readings of scrub in nyc, for the next jobs. i think breathing into a paper bag may have helped in the process.
8. baseball. may colorado rest in peace.
9. lips. lemons. lips. lemons. repeat. pictures tk.
