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Every time someone says “I don’t read” a book...

Tue, 23 Aug 2011 19:40:06 -0400


Every time someone says “I don’t read” a book kills itself.

I'm growing tomatoes and bell peppers on my window sill

Wed, 19 May 2010 11:17:55 -0400

Will post photos soon.  I really wished I would’ve planted the tomatoes later, they are turning yellow due to the unseasonable cold weather we’ve been having in nyc.

I'm back like a mac-attack!

Wed, 19 May 2010 11:15:00 -0400

I’m going to make a concerted effort to post more often.  Fabulous things have happened in the course of my internet absence.  Let the posting begin! BTW internet world I need your help.  I am progressing my in photography skills and I want to graduate from my point-and-shoot to an SLR.  I bought a great photography book that has been helping me a lot as well as following many photography blogs.  SO….I need a digital SLR that is:

- Under 400 dollars (I know its bad) I don’t want to invest in lenses just yet, so I’m willing to pay that much for the body. 

- Along with the above mentioned, since I want just the SLR body in the future I will be investing quite a lot in lenses.  So which camera brands do you recommend?

- Recommend a carrying case that doesn’t look like a camera carrying case (I live in NYC).

- Finally an SLR I can grow into.  I don’t need the latest models or newest gadgets I need something that allows me at its most basic to adjust exposure, f-stops, ISO etc. 

What do your recommend my buying process be?  Do I shop for the bargain online and not try it out or go to a store and play around?

You’re responses will be most greatly appreciated!

Where the Wild Things Are in theaters October 16

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 15:04:00 -0400

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Where the Wild Things Are in theaters October 16

I know I rarely update

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:30:07 -0400

I rarely update butttt its about time I do. I love my job. Life outside of work is far more hectic. And I start volunteering at a hospice program in November. I’m excited about that. Officially graduating is a whole other matter.

I want to visit Jenn and my old roommates sometime in October. And I don’t know why, but I really want to go to Rochester.

I’ve read quite a number of books this summer. Another Country by James Baldwin, Passage to India by E.M. Forster, Beloved by Toni Morrison, The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman, Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee, Chango’s Fire by Ernesto Quiñonez, City of Glass by Paul Auster, The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard, Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M. Coetzee. Alot of New Yorker articles and just reading everything I can get my hands on.

I strongly recommend Baldwin’s Another Country if you’re up for something spicy, intense and beautiful.

For something more intellectual go to Auster’s existential mind trip City of Glass.

For a thoughtful introspectice take on the ways of nature check out Annie Dillard’s book.

For something really sad and depressing read Disgrace by Coetzee.

For something with a clever feminist read anything by Margaret Atwood. The woman is a disgracefully clever and delicious writer. She’s the kind of writer that makes other writer’s jealous. She is that good.

As for my favorite of the ones I’ve read this summer I didn’t put mention it on that list because I have been attempting to read it for 5 years. James Baldwin’s Just Above My Head. Talk about heartbreaking, mad intense. For anyone that saw Requiem for a Dream do you remember that sensation of relentless drama emphasized by the soundtrack? Do you remember how the movie left you slightly disturbed and shaken? Well thats how this book is. Except its over 500 of the deepest sadness I’ve ever read.

I can’t read the book in one stint I have to pick it up, read, digest and absorb, rest and then continue.

Its a terribly beautiful book on the life of a dead homosexual, black gospel musician as told through his older brother. That shit is DEEP.

I think there are more books I read, but not necessarily worth mentioning. So that’s the roundup.

ALSO. Lolita was insane. Talk about shameless.

Keeping it real

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 13:16:17 -0400

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Keeping it real

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she..."

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 23:01:28 -0400

““You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect, you aren’t either, the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, admit to being human & making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break; her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze, and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.””


- Bob Marley

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Short Review of Bruno HIGH SPOILER WARNING! My friends and...

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 14:14:43 -0400


Short Review of Bruno


My friends and I buy our tickets to the movie and are ID-ed twice.  We took note of this unusual occurence as we sunk into the one of the first rows of the theatre.  We were close to the screen but not necessarily uncomfortable.  The trailers pass.  The snacks we snuck in get eaten.  We amuse ourselves with the movies we may watch some time this summer.

Arial Font BOLD: Bruno.  The first fifteen minutes of the film detail the life and styles of Bruno, an OPENLY gay Austrian fashion and celebrity reporter.  See Bruno strut, see Bruno have sex, see Bruno observe fashion show, see Bruno have sex, see Bruno make other people highly uncomfortable while having sex.

Whereas Borat was some what shy in his repellant social relations, Bruno is obsessively in your face.  I mean EVERYTHING is in your face.  From his wardrobe to his prolific sexual tastes everything is there for you to see.  Bruno makes the following people look like idiots:

hollywood execs, producers, agents - the entire managing industry

the cult of celebrity

the shit celebrities get away with

rednecks, hillbillies and the christian right

day time talk shows

homophobic swingers


audiences of MMA (mixed, martial arts)

the military


the fashion industry

stage parents


the middle east

OJ simpson

charitable organizations fronted by celebrity clients

terrorist organizations

This movie was so fucked up sometimes but its like that car wreck you can’t stop looking at EXCEPT that car wreck was intentional.  The fucked up thing about this movie that makes it so wonderful is that the moments you want to cover your eyes and cringe were engineered FOR THAT REACTION.  So Bravo Cohen, you’re movie was great.  I laughed, I cried and I puked a little.

4 OUT OF 5 stars. NOT 5 because there were some parts (like the part with Ron Paul…yes the cute little congressman from Texas) that crossed the line.

Not suitable for minors or people who are remotely homophobic.

Wait, what?

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:33:48 -0400

I know some folks feel this way: “You aren’t really hispanic.  But you are definitely not white.”


I been reading so much this summer.  The words on pages have become phantoms glimmering across surfaces while I commute from work.  The backsplashes of the subway walls appear to have words neatly printed on them. So many beautiful words.

But I am reading the saddest and most real books I’ve read in a while Chango’s Fire by Ernesto Quinonez.  Same with with Junot Diaz’s most recent book its just so fucking sad and real.  I have a particularly bad habit of reading fantasy and sci-fi.  This is all good, but after a while this hungry reader isn’t satisfied.  I’ve dedicated this summer to reading the bastards of my bookshelves: historical fiction, contemporary writers of all backgrounds, politics, philosophy, psychology, and science–a more sobering selection of reading material.

To get back to my initial thought–I feel distinctly other. The more aware you become of the realities of the world and how suffering is so exasperatingly pervasive the more you feel hyperaware to your self.  Its the sort of awareness that leads you to longer and more existential moments of melancholia on subways, buses and walks. I am aware of this burdensome identity crisis that aches to be the center of my anxieties.

I mean there are others like me, 2nd generation immigrants who aren’t culturally tied to their countries loves for food, music, clothing.  Despite my obsessive desire to know more about my country, to know the dates, the names and the places my knowledge is suspiciously manufactured.  Dominicans of a “truer” shade smell me out.  I don’t dance bachata that’s one! I don’t speak the cibaeña spanish and thus I do not speak spanish. It takes most people quite some time to even figure out what my ethnicity is.  I can’t go into a Dominican hair salon without being insulted in Spanish for not straightening my hair.  I get stares from my own people for rocking the afro they have long since chemically straightened, dyed and contorted into something else.  I am not of my people, or so my people communicate to me.

I have learned these last two months.

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 14:23:54 -0400

There are lots of smart people out there, but not all of them are employable.  Just like there are many employable people out there, but not all of them are intelligent.

Having a namesake degree can you get your foot in the door, but not neccessarily your ass in the job seat.

If you must deal with any bureacracy of any kind document everything, have names, record conversations if you must BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU NOT HAVE DOCUMENTATION!

The city puts millions of little seedlings in a square foot plot of land with all the available resources and says “grow."  Can you imagine blooming when you can barely breathe?

Pride can kill, de-bone, fillet and grill a man.

My mother is always, painfully, unbearably, annoyingly right.

Stop fearing happiness.

The Alchemist

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 00:20:40 -0400


I really want to read the Alchemist again but I am friends with a book theif who stole the book even though she didn’t like it… I will never let you live it down

HEY ass munch.  i TOLD YOU I DON"T HAVE IT.  i looked and looked.  i’ll check again. and i don’t have it.  i have thoreau, but not the schalchemist. watch out jenn.  if you feel a slight pressure tomorrow morning its because i just kicked you in the ass.


2 weeks!

july 6th sometime at 12:00 AM

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 00:13:00 -0400

my little brother gets home in a cab, i bring money downstairs to pay for him.  he happens to bring an uncovered plate with a burger and a half.  it did not look appealing. but my little brother insisted that i try it.

and i did as i was opening the apartment building door.  i bit into the fluffy bun, pierced the perfectly grilled skin of the patty and entered burger heaven.  it was a lightly textured burger patty full of meaty flavor.  (more like a gently flattened ball). neatly enhanced by spices and a certain moistness that most burgers fail to have.  it had the nuanced textures and flavors the only bits of cilantro and onions can give.  and it was just so decadent for being in such an unappealing plate.

and then i found out who made it, a fifteen year old kid-future-genius-chef who has been making whole meals for his family since he was 11.  did i tell you i thought i saw heaven and ate that burger in less than 1 miniute. i am determined to meet, discuss, and write about this genius and eat his amazing food if he so wills it.

i am so happy, i feel like something so great happened to me today…it came in the form of a burger.

"Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths."

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 11:22:30 -0400

“Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths.”

- Baroness Edith Summerskill


Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:11:44 -0400


Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures. It leadeth me...

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:55:08 -0400

Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures.
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz.
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal -
For thou art with me;
Thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks.
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the House of Mocha forever.


So summer time!

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 22:31:00 -0400

Finally its summertime in the city…and the living is easy…city pools opened this weekend and I will be going once a week with friends.  i will be starting an awesome job at the end of july.  friends, family and boy are great. however i do miss the potsdam.  i keep having dreams of potsdam and the smell.

i’m glad to be home for good now but i miss the north country. i miss the openness of the people.  especially of some particular people like JENN.  its not even people who are from the north country that act like that, its something up there that just changes you a little bit.

you smiler is broader, your eyes wider and there is a clarity to your cheeks and mouth that is acquired with the disparity of weather (hot sunny afternoons with stormy nights or cloudy rainy days with clear ceiling high night skies).  i think its the crazy weather and the air.

hmm…higher altitude and disparate weather equals more clarity?

who knows.



Fri, 26 Jun 2009 13:44:38 -0400


I just updated myself on your numerous entries since I’ve escaped internet jailtime (being that I don’t get on anymore). I miss you and your thoughts and want to continue reading them and hearing them!

Anyways, congrats on a beautifully written blog

JENN! as luck would have it I just checked my tumblr after weeks of not updating it.  i just needed an internet hiatus to get my brain in check. BTW your awesome.

“You get so hard living here,” he said in a gravelly, mournful...

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 11:14:30 -0400


“You get so hard living here,” he said in a gravelly, mournful voice. “But pets open up that heart center. There is something about the unconditional love; they clean the blues off of you.

“That’s their mission. That’s why a lot of New Yorkers have pets.”


Tue, 12 May 2009 19:57:13 -0400


google key words: monkeys potatoes

Sun, 10 May 2009 21:47:36 -0400

Is there some magic key that provides a short cut to cultural transformation?

Elaine Myers has had articles in issues #2, #5, and #7. She lives in rural southwest Washington state.

THE STORY OF “The Hundredth Monkey” has recently become popular in our culture as a strategy for social change. Lyall Watson first told it in Lifetide (pp147- 148), but its most widely known version is the opening to the book The Hundredth Monkey, by Ken Keyes. (See below.) The story is based on research with monkeys on a northern Japanese Island, and its central idea is that when enough individuals in a population adopt a new idea or behavior, there occurs an ideological breakthrough that allows this new awareness to be communicated directly from mind to mind without the connection of external experience and then all individuals in the population spontaneously adopt it. “It may be that when enough of us hold something to be true, it becomes true for everyone.” (Watson, p148)

The Hundreth Monkey