happy summer rant

The first day of summer starts with an awesome last day of spring. This summer, like all other summers is about love, sweat, and skin. Join me and all the other happy people, because its so much nicer on our side of the tracks.

too-many-single-girlfriends Syndrome

The lack of being surrounded by so much family, has forced me, it seems, to make more friends. And in hte recent months I have felt like I belong in a season of Sex And The City. The girlfriend brunching, the girlfriend drama, the girl-girl flirting, and all the girly things that go along with a group of girls.
A few things I've learned:
1. Being the only married one, my standards for being married are changing more to a dating scenerio. Quite peculiar phase he and I are embarking on.
2. Drama doesnt touch me and I seem to be the glue.
3. Breasts are fondled amongst girls.. alot.

I like that ive never experienced this before.. the whole girl group thing. Not for any other reason than the fact that its new to me.

spiritually transcendic

she could feel the betrayal of her memories. they were fading, being cruel to her as they floated away on their light ghostly feet. the tap of her own foot at the cafe's barstool, euphonic to the beat of Ray Charles soulful voice in the background.

She sat for a moment, eyes calmly closed as the light found its ways through her lids, forming that alternate moment. She'd go into a dream state and his smell would surround her.

 

note: im not sure why my writing is taking on this narrative "scheme". im not sure i like it. all seeming unresolved in their agenda. the word filament is still very obvious.. as they seem to be snippets of a longer story. before, it was comforting that my writings were snippets of my life, feelings, and fantasies.. but these seem to be more about the moments of a character that i want to meet.

Girl on a train

She wasn't much of a reader but she'd read the books he gave her... As if trying to find a clue to his psyche. Or to simply feel closer to him. To touch the pages he'd once touched before.
She'd read the words with a warm feeling at her stomach and memories of their shared meals would surface, lingering the train car's air.
At the last page, she'd close it knowing it was over, again. And through the bustle she'd leave the book under the lonely newspaper next to her.
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endearing privacies in the nude

yea.. that time.. you remember?
we'd just made love for the first time
silently kissing as i lay over you, one leg hung over the edge of your twin sized bed. Nine Inch Nails was playing and my new love for the song Reptile emerged.

"you wanted to slow dance, that was cute"

yea.. I think i wanted to be closer to you even still. and I think i felt awkward. It was new to me. I felt like a child.

"i fell in love with your feet that day"

yea...i always hated my feet until you loved them. Thought they were fat.

"my ordinary girl, you were always so ordinary"

yea, and you were always such an asshole.

how YOU doin'?

the wind kicked my ass on the bridge today, but as I walked into the office, sweaty and huffing, my boss greeted me with this tune, a huge smile, and the new office Ipad.

*knock on wood* as i count my blessings.

Cheers to perfect sundays.

her eyes teared when the words left her lips
And it was the first time i felt like killing a man i never knew. That i felt like cracking his head open with the butt of my rifle. the need to truely watch him bleed, motionless.
We sipped our beers in the heat, under slow spinning fans, and the sweat from our legs made us "stick". It was the first time we held hands under a table, silently, almost secretly.
I'm always the last to know how much someone means to me, moreso, what i mean to them.

Sexy...

If I say so myself... Designed by yours truly :)
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it snuggles up next to me like a dear friend

comforting me as my stomache turns

a tumbling ball of unkept promises

i can hear the zipper at the rim

its chance to wake my living dream

8 & 10

the question that circulated the room made its way to me "how happy are you, scale 1 to 10.. now and in general?" It was a wonderful question.
A handsome NY orcehstra flutest in an untied bowtie stood next to me, the man from Peru that molded the sterling silver flute stood on my other side and a Spanish trombone player named Katerina stood in front of me. Across the room was a ballet dancer who stood with a painter. And then i realized that I was the architet who was married to the wine connoissieur, who was flirting with the restaurant owner outside.
I would have answered the same if not in the same company, but it was a bit surreal nonetheless to be surrounded by such talent and beauty and love.

High Residence Co-op

The chicken have their home. :)

Daytrip Getaway #1

My friends and I have vowed to take at least one city escape a month.. at least.

 

Rules of engagements are:

smoke alot of pot

hold hands on a stroll with each of one of our friends

eat like children

bring a buddy (if our other halfs cant make it)

 

i think we'll add more "rules" as we go.

Storm King Art Center : Please note that no video or pictures do this place justice as you can't get the whole thing into one photograph... its huge! and absolutely wonderful.

false transactions

hold your head high
truth wont set you free
bring your words forth
jump the plank you want to fall off
cut the wrist you dream of,
slash the throat you speak of
it's all the same to false ones

The Kontraptionist

The Kontraptionist, who is milling the high end residential chicken co-op mentioned our "sweet" chicken coop on his blog. The chickens will finally have a home on Monday! :)

green and good

Teamlove Green Summer Initiative:
1. Furniture: used or self-built only
2. Clothes: Purchased and waiting for the delivery of WonderWash and dryer
3. Juice More (we have the counter space again!)
4. Ride bike to work (no-rain permitting)
5. Grow our own herbs again (so kitchy ;)
6. Continue to wear (mostly) cotton clothing only
7. Eat more watermelon ;)

I feel good about decisions that seem to be rooting us to brooklyn more and more.