A Place Like Home?
We’ve said it before but I really think THIS TIME, we’ve found a place we’ll be staying in for a while. Stopped in on Saturday to take measurements and they were almost finished with everything. The master bedroom and living room are bigger than we’ve ever had, plus the separate dining room is a nice
I love New York. Now, more than ever. Really. It’s more than just some marketing slogan for me. The good, bad and ugly; I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Went for a walk at lunch today, up Water Street to the South Street Seaport, walked the pier, then went across on Fulton Street to Nassau
I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it. -Thomas Jefferson Some would say – and have, at times – that I’ve always lived something of a charmed life, had luck on my side, a guardian angel watching over me. I’ll be the first to
Did some e-surfing on Friday, itching to find something spontaneous that we could do for the holiday weekend as the combination of no news about the apartment, bad weather and being in Hartsdale were quite depressing. Checked Yahoo! Travel for last-minute deals, Googled “family friendly bed breakfast,” and scoured bedandbreakfast.com for kid-friendly accomodations, mostly to
Interesting article from Mother Jones: Forgetting Private Lynch.
Ack! I was really disappointed in my reading last night. Came off really flat, zero energy. Got thrown a little by the need to pick my last piece ahead of time for the light cues. I usually like to flow with what comes before me, finalizing what I’ll read based on what’s already come. Between
Been busy actually working today, forgot how much time I’d been wasting on personal stuff the past few weeks! Tonight’s the Pepátian: Jump It Up reading in the Bronx and I’m really looking forward to it. There’s apparently 14 different artists on the bill and I’ve got 7 minutes to perform! What do you read
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBEN!!!!!!!!! America got it right! 50.24% of them anyway.
Apartment update: Talked to the super this afternoon and he says the owner was happy with our application and that they’ll be meeting tomorrow to discuss it. He thinks the apartment is ours. Judging from the fact that it’s been empty for five months (!) and there’s not a single latino name on the doorbell
It’s official. I’ve stepped down from the louderARTS Project and from running a little bit louder. Writing the email was one of the toughest things I’ve done in a while, not for any second-guessing but for getting it right. No bitterness, no anger, no potshots. No need for any of that. I did ask that