What a Long Strange Trip It's Been

So this is my chance, my moment to change what was possibly the worst written blog in history.

First I should probably update on what's new with me:

I quite "giant conglomerate record store".

I now live with Richard a block from my first apartment

I switched from PC to Mac

I got a tattoo

I work at a bar on Christopher Street

I also work for a musician

I'm writing a book

I haven't left NYC yet.

Things are going really well for me. The man and I are still friends. We've patched things up really well.

This is My City

There are a lot of things that I love about New York. A lot of the things I love in NYC I hated back in MI and vice versa: The rain, honking horns, long walks, the sound of lapping waves, coffee at 5 a.m., Starbucks, ambivalently temperatures, the snow. I used to hate snow in MI. When I was back recently it was probably the most upsetting thing about the whole trip (save seeing James). Richard (the complete opposite of James) lives on a cul de sac in Brooklyn and I can tell you that last night while was waiting for him to come home with chinese food I was watching the snow fall outside in the street and thinking "damn thats amazing."

Earlier when was walking across 42nd street after work, I looked up and saw the snow falling juxtaposed to the gleaming lights of Broadway and 7th ave and I had to stop and just look up for a second. I had to take it in.

How could anyone hate this? At least for a moment is made me feel alive.

There's this really great line from Felicity (yes I watched Felicity! I am gay ya know!) where she's talking to her parents about why she wants to live in NYC so much and she says "I cant wait to see this city when it snows."

There's nothing like this city when it snows.

My New Favorite Things

What I'm reading right now:

This is an amazing book. Its been on my bookshelf for some time now and I just neglected to pick it up. That is totally my fault. I love this book. Ian McEwan is without the greatest living writing of fiction. He understands the mind, how it works, how it doesnt. The writing isnt really to serve any purpose other than to flesh out his characters. When I read it I can just imagiene him thinking up a person and then the people that made the lead character they way they are. The plot that changes him or her.

His writing makes me want to be a better writer.

What I'm listening to:

A bunch of Columbia University student who got together in 2006 and formed a band. They have a really interesting sound. A strong indie album and a large afro-punk influence. If youre looking for smart lyrics and interesting hipster sounds then you should pick this up.

Just Another Day

Today is just like any othe day. I'm sitting in my room, wondering if I should have another cigarette, and thinking about all of the constructive things I could be doing with my day off. And then resolving to just saying....fuck it.

I'll go smoke on the fire escape after I write this, Then I will probably go put on some different clothes and go for a walk in Chinatown, SOHO, or LES. Then I will go to work....
....Just another day.

Cloverfield

Last night I saw Cloverfield. The very secret project by J.J. Abrams (he created Lost and Felicity.) It was good, but there was something missing from it. I couldnt put my finger on it.

I dont think the movie would have been as scary if you werent a New Yorker. The video camera was a great touch.

As I walked out of the theater with A.L. into the chilly Manhattan night I could just picture the giant monster knocking down the Barnes and Nobel on Union Square and then making it way down Broadway to devour us. People running and screaming as it advanced on us.

But luckily it didnt happen.

The movie was scary to say the least. My leg was shaking through most of it. The ending was kind of great. I liked, but I can see how others could think it was a little hoaky.

I give the movie ***(3 stars)

2008 resolutions

The earth is a year older. 2008 has begun and I have resolutions. Yes folks....another list.

BTBC wants to write more (both in the blog and in life).

I assume that no one actually reads my blog anymore, seeing as I havent written in it in months....centuries in internet time. And with that I havent actually written anything in months...not journal entries, not one liners, or poems. There are things I want to say...here's where I have the ability to say them.

Stop Smoking
Obviously for health reasons and also because I'm broke as a joke.

Read more...I already read like books are going out of style...because they are. But also reading makes my world go round.

Travel,
Because the world is only so big and I want to see it before it goes to hell in a hand basket.

Get in shape,
I was running at least 5 miles a day 5 days a week when I moved here, now I sit on my hiney and smoke a pack a day.


And the big one is Get A New Job. I took the spring semester off of school, which will possibly progress into a year. All I want to do at the moment is work and try to enjoy the city I live in.

No All Who Wander Are Aimless

I've been around, just not here. I've seen things, found things. Things I didnt know I was looking for. Things no one told me were out there. Things not found on a map.
Number one thing I found was: I found out that The Man was an asshole. And though its embarressing to admit, I was stupid for feeling so strongly for him, really stupid.

I found New York again. Sometimes I feel like I want to break this city in half and throw it into the sun. But its the city I chose. The city I chose to wake up in every morning, and go to sleep in every night. The city I've loved since before I can rememeber. And with every panhandler comes someone to the rescue. With every downtrodden moment comes inspiration, (from strangers you'll never meet, so they wont ask for royalties. New York is an epicenter. There a few places in this world I could ever call home and they are all in a sense, another New York City. But I will tell you this, there's no place like Brooklyn.

Most importantly I found Richard. I found Richard on the train one afternoon. It was while the man was in Cambodia, I was sad, but suprisingly liberated(he was an asshole). Richard is my personal cheerleader. Beloved by all my friends without trying to be. He is almost perfect. But he has flaws...which I love.

I found that I dont have health insurance. Luckily I got hit by the car before I lost it.

I foundt that my parents are just people that happened to raise me. And that I have nothing in common with them except for the home I grew up in and the people I used to know.

I found that I'm turning 20 in less than a month. I'm so fucking excited I cant really explain. But I cant help but compare myself to others who have done amazing things before they turned 20. Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein. I know its not sensible to compare myself to people like this, but I cant help it.

I found that moving is a pain in the ass. I'm having issues with my old building, and hope to get them resolved soon, apparently they werent aware that I had moved out of that shit hole.

I found that I cant write without reading. Somehow I started putting down books not picking them back up again. But I'm back ( as you can see).

I found that I may not be the writer I thought that I was. Its cocky and scarry to admit that I dont have the great american novel inside me, waiting to burst from my brain. But if its there I hope I find it.

I found that I missed you all. The online community that reads my life. My supporters who never met me. I missed just knowing that I was part of a community of people that may be sitting next to in this cafe in Park Slope, and without knowing me, know me. Because unlike almost all of my other friends, you get to read my like a book. :P