Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I took a Taxi to the Occupation

That's the gonna be the name of my country album. Kidding. But I really did take a taxi to the Wall Street Occupation after lunch in Chelsea, but before drinks at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central. Now that's my kind of revolution!

All jokes aside it was heartening to witness and document what was going on down on Wall Street. I am also intrigued by this anarcho internet mass noun group Anonymous. Their methods of decision making and information dissemination is fascinating. Basically, they are an online community acting anonymously in a coordinated manner, usually toward a loosely self-agreed goal, like the Occupation of Wall Street or crashing Visa and Mastercard because they stopped taking transactions going to Wikileaks. I feel like it is the ultimate articulation of that AdBusters/Culture Jammers/ vibe. I also feel like I am supremely behind the 8 ball in terms of the internet and its potential, or rather how I should be engaging and participating in the internet.

Check em out for yourself:

I have also been reading this book as of late called You Are Not A Gadget by Jaron Lanier. It came highly recommended to me by the staff at Rand McNally.  Dude feels like the internet is not living up to its potential, and that programs like Google and Facebook are part of the problem in so much as these to internet Titans reduce the human experience/expression to aggregate data to be shuffled to and fro like hair on a barber shop floor.

Anyways, the Occupation is on the corner of Liberty and Maiden Lane at Liberty Plaza. Democracy is a full contact sport!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Last Days

I had a pretty great blog entry last night on here that got snatched into the ether. seized up or something. Or maybe my security is too intense. Anyways, my no neck little monsters are at my mom's place in Texas after so much weather drama. Don't even get me started on the shitting (abject fear) and the drooling (cat reaction to the flavoring in baby benedryl)!

I half expected to see them at the apartment when I got back last night. The apartment truly feels empty now. We are very much a family me and those little beasts. Talk about an air of finality. There's no escaping that a week from today I will be getting on a plane. Am I beyond stoked?! Absolutely. But I am also completely gutted. More so than I thought I would  be. I am slowly shedding myself of the notion that just because a decision has been made that your emotions are going to fall into lock step with the decision. I am changing the landscape of my relationship with Tia because of this seismic shift in my life. I know it is for the best for a whole host of reasons, but the looming sadness and ache of saying good bye is drawing oh so close.

sigh...that's livin.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


Man alive! The gay bar here on Rehobeth Beach was fire hazard packed with gym teachers, and softball coaches and those that love them. And I loved it! Rehobeth is also crammed with young nubile eastern European foreigners working seasonal gigs on the boardwalk and the strip. I don't know how that came to pass but it is cool. I even got to throw out this filthy phrase in Romanian much to the delight of the cuties behind the counter at Coldstone.

This trip so far has totally hit the spot. Talk about restorative. Walking along all these little beach bungalows, feeling the breeze, hanging with my girl and her family, and snapping photos is totally what's up.

NYC who?

The further and further I get away from that job and NY, I realize that it is indeed time to go. NY has served its purpose in my life for the time being. And if the truth be told, I don't think that it is a coincidence that the recent conflagration of events ran together. Between my profound disenchantment with my then job, the hit and run on the eve of my interview with the NY Teaching Fellows, and the NY Teaching Fellows piss poor response to my having been hit by a car i.e., they told me that even though I missed my interview because I had been in the hospital with a broken leg I would have to re-apply to the program, I am of the attitude...Get bent NYC. There is a whole lot more world out there. I have chased my ghosts and slayed my demons. I don't have the requisite chip on my shoulder anymore to give a flip about this town anymore.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

This Is Really Happening

You's one thing to make a decision in the ether, and it's a whole other set of horseshit once a plan's momentum gets here faster than one can imagine. I'm writing this on the shower chair I got from the hospital, as it is the only thing I can sit comfortably on. One of the 4 Ikea stools I am leaving behind is serving as a makeshift desk as I dot remaining I's and cross lingering T's.  I've spent the last few weeks alternating between packing and sitting in a stupor that I have to make this happen. Oof! Rough stuff. But now it's done and done. I feel relieved, and very sore. These WWOOFer's are really only going to be able to get 5 or 6 hrs out of me. The leg fades out after that.

It's so bananas to be sitting in this apartment right now, and the cats! They don't know what to make of this sitch except that there is alot more room for them to dick around. I know they get something is up. Thankfully, I have been ok'd by the vet to knock their little tails out with benedryl when it is time to put them on a plane. I'm going to miss my little booger bears.

Piggeletta and BoyBoy

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Out In Luckenbach Texas there ain't nobody feelin' no pain

I spent the summer of 2001 here in NYC interning at Black Book magazine and living in a 5 floor walk up in the East Village. That summer was hard, but in the best possible way. I didn't have a pot to piss in,  I was in way over my head at a high end but wildly full of shit on a personal level magazine, and I don't think I had spoken to a soul during the entire month of July. I went kind of nuts one night, woke up the next morning and realized I'm ALIVE. I got fired from Black Book, and then I met my first big time love 3 weeks before I left back home for Texas.  2 weeks after that 911 happend. Talk about a shit show. On the world/history/societal level the US just got is clock cleaned. On my level, a fucking tear drop in the ocean by comparison, the world was also falling the fuck apart. I had promised to the woman that I loved that I would be back. This was a love worth being patient and doing things right for. Jen came to visit me after the no fly stuff had passed. The visit was weird and tense.  20 minutes before she took off for her flight back to NY. The next day my roommate who had only met her the one time confessed that she and Jen were into each other. I punched a hole in the wall. Twat roomie moved out.

Looking back Jen and I clearly would have never worked out. I was 21, a college drop out who could turn a phrase, and that was about it.  She was 29 with a house, a kid, and a not quite ex husband. The mean spirited fuckery that ensued was totally unnecessary, but valueable lessons were learned. People can tear you to shreds just because they can.

These last ten years have loomed so large for me. 911, Jen, the ensuing viscious culture wars, the Money crash, and now all the stuff that's about to go down in my life. I feel like some chapter, some scene in my life has come to a close. Me and the US went through something together, and now I need to take off and get some perspective on who me and my country have become in these last ten years.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

I really should be packing.

As is my want in the face of immediate and terrifying stress (ie packing up my apartment), I perused the Weddings & Celebrations section of the NYTimes. I read one announcement where these two 'talented tenth' types met while at Yale law school. He's got a Masters in History from Oxford. She's an associate at a white shoe law firm. And I thought to myself...damn their parent must be proud. and then I was like what...what do my parent have to be proud of? All I could come up with was that I held a steady job for six years, and never ended up in the papers or the clink. Not bad right? RIGHT?!

Hell who knows, but I'm proud of those things. 
So I have the itinerary laid out for Europe. I'M FUCKING STOKED, and also literally tearing my hair out. No for realsy, there was a ping pong sized mound of tiny little curls collected around my person. I feel like my life in NYC is bottlenecking. Striking an apartment that you've lived in for 8 years is daunting and gut punching. Like, why do I have so much shit?! And the answer is that I had all this shit, because I thought I was gonna live here forever, and you still would be if you hadn't been hit by that pinche car.

Now look at me...working with  a recovering gimp leg, but doing the damn thing. I should do well to remember that. We all should. Living is really the only reason for living. I'm not a smart woman, but I think I can keep things interesting til it's my time.  

And now the set list for Europe:

October 5th - 9th - Amsterdam. Yes I am going for all the reasons you think, and what ever other reasons come down the pike when I'm there.

October 10th - 23rd - Calvados (living/working on an apple farm WWOOF stylee). For those of you who don't know about my predilection for Calvados the apple brandy, this is just like a dream I didn't even know could come true.

October 24th - November 12th  - Perpignan. I'm not gonna front I was trying to WWOOF in the south east, but the south west responded to the call. Perpignan looks like fun. I'll be 25km out of town.

November 12 - 15 - Paris to Leipzig. That's in Germany. Sade is in Leipzig. So me and Carmen Cita are in Leipzig. Should be sufficiently bananas!

November 16 - 20 - Berlin. While this blog will be pg - 13. My time in Berlin won't be.  

November 21 - December 1 - Paris. Given the weather I am thinking Miles Davis' Up the Lift to the Scaffold. Fuck yea. 

December 2 - 5 - Barcelona. I'm thinking street art and tapas. 

December 5 - THE ATX baby! Get ready. Be ready. I'm comin' for ya!

So that's the plan party people. This should a totally dope trip. Pictures and Videos will absolutely follow!

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