Enjoy :)

FJM and i walked all the way from 68th and Lex to Grand St in Chinatown. if you don't know how much of a walk that is, it's roughly 4.5 miles. we finished at the park i went to as a kid, except they took down this gargantuan ladder that i couldn't muster up the guts to climb as an 8 year old.

sometimes i miss being a kid. when silhouettes of tall structures, ie. jungle gyms stretched all the way into the cloudy abyss. when spinning around in that tire attached to a tree (what's that called?) made you think the world was spinning with you.


i'm getting a camera: the canon powershot sd1100 to be exact. and a macbook before i return to school; the camera is more of a likelihood. somehow i'm supposed to finance this on two jobs that don't pay cash but pay in experience. sigh.

one more thing before i collapse into bed: i'm doing some PR for ny's Hunger Action Network to expand on outreach to the younger generation. as you well know, there is a food crisis. Hunger Action is doing well in its headquarters up in Albany, but is not getting enough attention in the metro-area.

please add this myspace as a friend if you have an account, even though you're not from NY. just to get the ball rolling. excuse the layout/lack of info for now. thanksssss

on the way to Williamsburg this morning, i really had to pee, so i took a detour at the Whole Foods in Union Square, only to be greeted with this when coming up from the train station. i'm not really sure what's going on here; is it a homeless woman sleeping at the foot of the Square while it rains? or maybe it was some street theater because there's a bed, a night stand with a fish bowl - goldfish present too - and a man crouching next to her with an umbrella texting on his blackberry. just thought it'd merit a picture from the Treo.

i've been out of commission from Vox for a while now, which kind of defeats the purpose of that whole new year's resolution to stick to something and write in it.

i was browsing through some older blog entries from a year ago, to note that i'd sometimes update several times a day. i remember writing about writing, and how most of us do it (well at that too) because there was some fundamental part of our lives that we were unsatisfied with.

a lot has happened in the past year. i've been having a lot of fun while out with friends, remembering what it was like to be young and wreckless and i get some reading when i'm alone. i may not be melancholy or contemplative today, tonight, but i'll still remember what it's like to be lonely (ha! counting crows' colorblind just came on my itunes' shuffle), to feel the nerve-endings of nostalgia upon hearing a red hot chili peppers song. but that's okay, because it keeps me grounded, appreciative.

teaching has been, to say the least, a pain in the ass. i think this is the first part of the "i hated my first year of teaching but now i love it" stage. hopefully i'll go through the truncated version. i know i'm doing it effectively and have no real qualms about public speaking, but it's just been difficult. i met with a professor and fellow grad student in Williamsburg today to discuss raising awareness and a project for us to work on, which itself it going to be a large undertaking. both unpaid, but that's not a huge concern for me at the moment.

we talked about how these are conservative times, because, really, they are. and how obama has done an amazing thing by engaging our country's youth and getting them to be vocal and participatory. and how if (or when) he fails to deliver on what he's promised, if we're going to stew around in cynicism or get radical. because "we" got radical when that happened with lbj.

i've been reading gabriel garcia marquez' one hundred years of solitude. the family and i are going to vancouver for a week at the end of august. it was supposed to be another west coast thing in the US like eight summers ago, but my mom picked vancouver. besides the 2010 winter olympics, what's in vancouver? below is a collage of sorts. coney island, augusten burroughs, union square, bars in brooklyn, etc.

how are you?