Things are about to take a pretty swift turn for the better…but it’s all top secret as that energy of gushing about things that haven’t been done isn’t really so much my style anymore. But, in the news: I got… Continue Reading →

“guess what I just did?” What? I asked. “I just played piano for Chantal (the singer of Morningwood) and Mick Jagger at this bar in Boston”. They were singing Ella Fitzgerald and some other stuff my tired mind could not… Continue Reading →

thankfully i do have my slick friend kate coming in to town on friday evening to rock out with me all weekend. how nice to be around someone who actually has her shit together, who doesn’t annoy the shit out… Continue Reading →

funny… when you think about writing all of the time. but when you have time to write you don’t have the energy to write. anything. i think the air in my apartment is sick, er, or full of things to… Continue Reading →

Best friends. The term for me is swarming with memory, times past and certain songs, busting down the window, cigarettes and coffee cups. I have always had one really good best friend. Or so I remember. But maybe it was… Continue Reading →

i hate high tech gadgetry, only having learned about any of it, studying it much as one studies an enemy. but this dial up notonmyowncomputer stuff is for the birds. i need a lap top. in fact. i don’t even… Continue Reading →

But this stuff outlines why I believe what I believe. Sexy stuff. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cenk-uygur/if-youre-a-christian-mu_b_9349.html

The fetus and I partook of the Egon Schiele exhibit at the Neue gallery on 86th St yesterday afternoon. Excellent art, and by this I mean all art (movies, writing painting) is judged on par with my desire to create… Continue Reading →

It’s funny how everyone younger seems to have an opinion about getting older. Because when you reach the peak (ie the last year) of being in your twenties, it does actually become something realer. When I was in my early… Continue Reading →