what i'm listening to | the avett brothers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojH86ugAKn4  

You guys... the internet! For all the complaints that I can level against the thing (and technology as a whole), that it means I can be at home in my tiny Brooklyn studio listening to an Avett Brothers concert that happened months ago (in Germany!) in full...I mean come on. Come on!

I got an email a little while ago that asked how I get over heartache. And I've thought about that for so many months now. And the best and truest answer I can give is this...I listen to really good music. Not music I shared with the guy--but the sort of music that he would have been surprised by my listening to. Frankly, I listen to the sort of music that proves I had better taste than him.

I listen to the music of people far smarter than I. And I take comfort in the fact that they've been heartbroken too.

And I light a candle. And drink wine at home (which is a rare occurrence). And I take baths. And I keep headache formula tylenol on hand...because the crying thing totally dehydrates me.

And yes, I cry. Quite a lot, actually.

what i'm listening to | daughter

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q09_o7KsBj4  

Boston, part II

Whenever I head to Boston to visit my brother he asks what I want to do. And my reply is usually something like, "leave me alone for a few hours so I can wander with my camera."

Then we go and eat really good food.

Boston, part I

Things have been quiet around these parts of late.

My apologies, life has me a little bit tongue-tied right now, if you know what I mean.

But this weekend I slipped away from New York for just a moment. And it was just what the doctor ordered: perfect weather, leaves as only New England can make 'em, and just enough fresh air to make everything seem a little more manageable.

my new york: window boxes, fall shadows, and halloween

I'm gonna level with you. I am tired. Really, really tired. Between starting a new job, taking the GRE this past Saturday, and particularly sweet set of growing-pains, I am bone tired.

Waking up this past Sunday with the test behind me, I went for a long walk with only my camera in hand. I wanted to see fall--fall in New York, fall in my small and perfect neighborhood. I wanted to see how the sunlight cuts through the trees and creates a sort of lattice-work against the brick. Wanted to smell that thing that means the in-between of the seasons.

I went in search of fall and then treated myself to brunch. (I sat at the bar reading an Aurelio Zen mystery as I ate--some version of heaven, for sure).

When the time came for me to get onto the train to head into Manhattan, it was only upon sitting that the full weight of exhaustion hit. This is the in-between season of my own life. This is the I-don't-know. And that is both grounding and terrifying. The train is going somewhere, I just don't know where. But I suppose I'd take movement over the alternative, always.