the disappearing act.

in

So, I have a confession to make...

I've been feeling a bit lackluster when it comes to blogging.

It's a funny thing when you start out and no one's reading your rambling thoughts.

And then people are reading them and it's rewarding in ways you never dared imagine. 

And yet you feel this new pressure to live up to the best of your blog. Live up to the best of your blog? Oh man, what am I talking about, I've lost it.

My point is I need a wee little break. And in that wee little break I'll see my mom and move and my bike will arrive and there will be so much to tell you. 

So like cjane before me, I too will disappear for a jiff. To recharge. Rethink. 

I will have prescheduled posts with quotes and pictures that tickle my fancy.

And thus begins my disappearing act,

till we meet again (and I come back in about a week and a half with some new ideas and fresh words)...







You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

Buddha


photo credit:
Casa de Sarment
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in the middle of packing up my room and organizing my life, i bring you this snippet:

in

i have so much to tell you. and so little time.

this week i'm working my little toosh off (because i need the money). next week my mama comes for a visit. then i move. (oh, haven't i told you? not to worry, i'll still be in manhattan, but after five years on the upper west side it's time for a change. so washington heights...here i come). and then...i'm off to australia. time is flying.

so until i have more time, how's this?

1. i bought a bike. a folding bike. (the bike plan is two fold. 1: exercise; 2: avoid public transport which i so often loathe)

2. i bought a bupmit. twelve dollars at claire's. it's gonna revolutionize my hair. and thus my life.

3. and only now (entering my sixth year of manhattan living) have i discovered fort tryon park (home to the cloisters). and i can safely say, after only a few minutes there, it is hands down the most beautiful place in all of manhattan. views of the hudson river valley right here in our own backyard. i'll do a proper post on it, but for now i'll leave you with this...




image via google search.
see image in full glory, here.

the perfect body initiative. day eleven.

in

why is your body perfect?



I have a perfect body because my back supports all parts of me... even my hopes and dreams.


Michal



i must apologize. i have fallen behind. (as well as off the bandwagon). and as i try to climb back on i have taken such comfort in the responses you all have given. so thank you, thank you, thank you. all of you. thank you for reminding me each and every day of just how "perfect" we all are. 

an open letter. to the bandwagon.

in

dear bandwagon,

i'm sure that falling off you must be very important in the recovery process. so that one can figure out how to get back on. quickly. 


this knowledge doesn't make the attempt to get back on any easier.

that's what the past five days have been about. trying to get back on.

last night i bought myself two large cupcakes from crumbs. and vanilla ice cream. i allowed myself to enjoy it. all of it. (okay, okay, so i felt sick after the first cupcake and only got a bit into the second one before throwing it away all together--damn, there goes $3.75). 

and then i went to town. and began to clean my room.

i should know by now that my mental health is directly tied to just how clean my room is. and to how well my nails are manicured.

i swiffered. and bawked at the amount of dust on the floor. 

i found a hidden pile of clothes that had missed going to the launderer by mere minutes. damn, again. 

i cleaned out my google account. too many unanswered, unopened emails. 

and attempted to respond to some comments. note for anyone reading this: i am the worst. the worst at responding to comments or accepting awards. this does not mean that i don't love them with every ounce of love i have to give. i do. i love them all. i live off of them. i drink them in like the lemon-line flavored bubble water that i have grown to love. wait. hold it. actually, i love them like the lemon-lime seltzer water and the occasional diet coke that now tastes like sweet nectar of the gods. 

and this morning i woke as early as i could. 8:30 to be exact.

pulled back my curtain and drunk in the cool summer breeze.

pulled out the coffee i bought yesterday. westside market french roast. to replace the folgers that just wasn't cutting it. whole beans, i bought, yesterday. not ground. oooohhhhh. okay. breathe in. breathe out. folgers it is.

no worries. 

and then i cleaned my mac keyboard. my grimy fingers do a number on those poor keys. 

and can i tell you something? now, as regina spektor plays on the stereo and the cool breeze infiltrates this once-boiling apartment, i know that today will be better. a clean (well, clean-er) room will do this to me. and i will pull down a good book from the shelf today--and the book will help. enormously. 

i'm off to make myself two eggs with cheddar cheese. protein please. 

and then off to work where i'll spend much of my morning cleaning up the mess of someone else. and as i scrub the tables i'll list (in my head) all those things that i'm good at. i may be disposable (at my current job) but i'm very good at a very many things. 

and if by some strange twist i later run into the boy that i have a crush on. and he is something less than friendly (despite, my attempts at kindness) i will console myself by remembering that it's his thing, not mine. 

those eggs are calling. i'll see you soon--because, bandwagon, it's only been a few days, but i've missed you.

meg, meg, meg

things to do in nyc: check craigslist for missed connections

in

so, okay, actually...you can do this from anywhere. but log onto craigslist and under the personal section click on missed connections. 

i'm sure this exists in other cities as well, but it feels like such a part of new york lore. missed connections is a place where people post chance encounters hoping for a second chance--in some ways it's like a postsecret regarding like/infatuation/love with the hope of a response.

And inspired by the fleeting connections between total strangers artist Sophie Blackall is creating beautiful works of art...







what do you think? would you ever post a love note to a complete stranger?