That’s right. I’m in the Times. Not as an award winning journalist (yet)…but I’ll take it!
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A little Paris in Brooklyn. Eating brunch&sipping espresso on the sidewalk at a French cafe…
Homemade Pho with red wine. A Sat night date with my love.
NY. You’re full of fierce attitude and favor the strong, I get it. But what’s so wrong with being a sassy bitch on the inside, and approachable looking on the outside??
I start a new job next week, and I thought what better time to get my hair done. As it turns out, there must have been a much better time. Because I got way more than a haircut, I got a lifestyle change.
I’m not sure where it all went awry. I brought 3 photos. I gave explicit instructions. I used terms like “nothing drastic,” “medium brown” and “long layers”. In short, I asked for Helena Christensen…and I got Joan Jett. But not even the real Joan Jett. I got the Twilight version of her. Maybe it was my attitude. Maybe it was the fact that I mentioned I lived in Williamsburg. I really can’t say for sure. But I’ve spent the last several days trying to live up to this new do. Trying to make it work. Wearing leather pants. Kicking children. Smoking cigarettes and giving confrontational eye contact and lewd gestures right and left on the subway. But it’s not working, I can’t pull it off. I flip people off only to apologize and ask if they’d like a fresh baked cookie. I’m more Minneapolis than East Village. So, I’m going to a different place tonight to see if they can help turn this identity crisis situation around. I tried to be positive and make this work, even though it was so vastly different than what I’d asked for…but I’m more banjo than electric guitar. Here’s to hoping there’s a compromise to be found. And if not, I apologize in advance for the foul language on the L, it’s not me, it’s my hair.
Wine and reading in the park. I could really get use to this lady of leisure gig.
Greenport. Lunch on the dock. A much needed escape from the city.
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“I am the day I am the dawn I am the darkness coming on…”
/Hymn #35/Joe Pug
…a soft & quiet tune for a gray & undecided spring afternoon
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