Monday, July 30, 2007

The young wives thirty hours' pregnant

Hip-hop is a big part of who I am. It's been with me since birth, and will pump hard in my varicosed veins till my demise. When I had a chance to go see Rock the Bells, I leapt at the chance. I originally wanted to go see this with a friend of mine from school, but once tickets sold out, we abandoned that dream. Months later, I find myself with a chance to go, but roll solo.
The show started off on a bad note. I was recovering from a day where I was embattled with a fever, only to be greeted by torrential downpour. Since anyone who loved hip-hop and had 100 bills to burn in a 700 mile radius was going to the show, I opted not to take buses, but instead walk to the concert, across the Tri-Borough Bridge. The ground was littered with old Source magazines, so it was evident that I was on the right path.
Once I got there, the rain got worse, the mud got deeper, my sneakers died, and I was so happy, I cant even begin to tell you how giddy I was. For eleven hours, it was just me, the music, and unfortunately, the mud, and nothing else mattered. It was a good day to be alone.

Friday, July 27, 2007

big fat widows delirious from insomnia

I start this post in a noticeably pensive state. I'm sick, which places a huge "don't wanna fuckin be near nobody" sign squarely on my congested chest. All of my extremities hurt and feel detached, almost like the normal duties they perform have been outsourced, yet I can watch them fail uncontrollably from the window in my head. So, to try and motivate my lazy white blood cells, I took action that any pensive sick nerd would do. I went to the Natural History museum.
I realize that a trip to the museum is a rather stock activity, but sometimes you have to pull from the bargain rack to get inspired. I didn't plan on going to see any specific exhibit. I like the whale in the basement, but since the release of The Squid & The Whale I feel cheesy enjoying it. Apparently there were tons of people who bargain shop, or it was national "go to the museum on your own" day. Amidst the throngs of school children and frustrated den mothers, there were a large assortment of people trying to get lost in the group. Sifting betwixt the disorganized field trips, and finding their own protective space in the cracks of hands on learning.
After I couldn't take the joys of children any longer, I ran out onto central park west only to be disgusted by the huge tourist attraction that the Dakota has become. I went last summer, to hang out in strawberry fields, and eat grapes, but this year, there was a tour with families lined up taking photos in front of the place where John Lennon was murdered. So I kinda threw up in my mouth a little. Knowing public vomiting is frowned upon, I quickly ducked to the only place where this sort of behaviour is accepted;the subway.
I took the shuttle down to LES and decided to catch a movie. I had read about Once, a movie that revolves around song writing and love and blah, blah, blah. So of course I saw it. After two hours of guitar strumming and excessive coughing, I've come to the conclusion that Garden State would get it's ass kicked in a Street Fight with this film. And the previews have provided enough blog fodder that this page will at least live to see three more posts (woot!) I'll drop the links for the movies in the bottom, as well as some upcoming exhibits at the History Museum.
-'Til next time!

Once
Rocket Science
Death at the Funeral

Mythic Creatures

Frogs!

The young maricones and the horny muchachas

For whatever reason, I enjoy the idea of isolation, in moderation. It really
gives you a greater appreciation for relationships if or when you have them. Sometimes, being by myself helps keep me level. I doubt I'm the only person with this feeling, and in celebration of this, I am creating a blog for those who are looking
for cool things to do by themselves. Sure, the brunt of these things
are pretty rad and can be done in groups, but the "me" factor is an
interesting aspect that I really wish to muse over. The blog is to be
a journal like presentaton in and around the New York City area, and posts will most likely be as sporadic if not more so, than Metropolitan Segue. If you have any suggestions for things to check out, please feel free to send them out. This is just as much for you as it is an outlet for me. And if you are in fact still reading this and have not lost interest, thanks for reading. Laters