shall we walk?

I grabbed a bus uptown this afternoon to pick up my new years ticket at 76th and first. It was so nice outside I decided to walk home, well, not actually home, I stopped to get my nails done on 16th. That's a whopping 60 blocks. It really wasn't intentional, I just didn't have anything else to do. I'm not very familiar with the upper east side, so i was a great time for exploration. Walking at near dusk is one of my favorite things to do in this city. It's amazing the way the oranges, pinks and violets of the sunset reflect off the buildings.

I'm not quite sure why tourists take the double decker "see Manhattan" bus tours. I know the guides point out important buildings, etc. but you can see it all on a ny transit bus for $2 and save $38 for a nice dinner. On my walk home I saw a lot of the city, the UN, Tudor City, and a bunch of shops and coffeehouses I never new existed. One section of town that I caught my eye was a tree lined cobble stone walk on 47th between 1st and 2nd. Its a part of an area in midtown east called Turtle Bay. This one section of the walk caught my eye, sadly all I had was my camera phone, so here's the best shot.

the quote reads as follows:

"Never 'for the sake of peace and quiet' deny your own experience or convictions"
-Dag Hammarskjold

Smart man. I love the quote. Here's another one from him that I found online and like.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
-Dag Hammarskjold

Who knew you can find philosophy on 47th? Anyway, great walk home, skirted past Bellevue quickly but overall great walk. anyway. after the quick manicure I bought a little new years dress. I'm excited. My first new years in the big city, and it's with a bunch of acquaintances, so I'm starting on my resolution early...meet more people.
good times.

hmmm. where to go?

Let's see. Some of you know I've been planning a trip to Barcelona to travel over the Easter holiday with a friend from work (Sarah) to celebrate her 30th birthday. She's traveled the world already, so our destinations are limited. It'll be me, Sarah, and some of her pals from her home country (which is Sweden). Looks like Barcelona is out, so we're up for any suggestions. On the table so far we have:

1. Costa Rica
2. South America
3. ???

Any suggestions are welcome. We'd like a relatively warm destination, and keep in mind some of the girls will be flying out of Sweden to join us. Regardless, I'm leaving the states over Easter break, and could not be more excited.

Toto... don't go back to kansas.

because Rutgers just blew kansas state out of the water, or plains for that matter. 37-10. winning never tasted so sweet. I'm so proud to be a Rutgers Alumni
here's a tid bit of trivia regarding the ol' scarlet knights, care of a fella named Chris Duncan, at the AP.

"Rutgers outscored its opponents 103-28 in the first quarter this season."
here's the full article.

Unfriggen believable. Thank you Texas bowl. Texas now has a special place in this Yankee heart o'mine.
...how many days until next season?

cheater.

as i was poking at my post holiday belly pudge this morning, i thought of a little conversation i overheard at a christmas party a few weeks ago.

I was in line to get a glass of wine with a friend, and overheard a girl tell her friend that she'd be back at the bar later, she had to pick something up. Her friend asked what she was picking up, and since she was pretty drunk at this point she responded pretty damn loudly with 'coke'. (now, if you're like me, you'd think, ooh, i'd love a 20oz diet coke right now) well, not the kind of substance she was talking about.

so this got me thinking. cokeheads are cheaters. the girl was early twenties, very skinny, pretty girl-- the kind you hate. One of the apparent side effects of coke, (think Kate Moss now) when regularly used is weight loss. Listen folks, you cheat. you're cheaters.

Can't you just try to lose weight by diet, exercise, stress and diet coke like the rest of us? For all the money you're wasting up your nose, hell, you can join jenny craig. Now I know that the people who use coke don't rely it on soley as a weight loss drug. but you know its in the back of their burnt out little minds.

alas. time to go back to examining the pudge.

Eve at the Met

I woke up late this morning as planned. Tooled about the apartment for most of the morning, caught up on some news then pulled myself together to venture out for the day. i made sure to stay away from herald square, macys, bloomies, or any other federated department chain due to massive amounts of people who don't realize in new york, we walk 2 x the average person's speed.

I made my way to the Met and saw the Cezanne to Picasso: Ambroise Vollard Patron of the Avant-Garde exhibit. They had a painting of Picasso's on display that is one of my favorites. it was at the high in atlanta, but sadly i never made it to the museum in time to check it out. So, I was very happy to see it in it's true live form today. Here it is.


The painting is called: The Two Saltimbanques (Harlequin and his Companion), it's on loan from the Pushkin State museum in Moscow. I just really like the colors, and i think we can all relate to the expression on the woman's face after a long day of work.

There was also another painting ( a Van Gogh) that I'd never seen before. Van Gogh painted most of this man's family. I liked his somber expression.

The series was good, apparently Van Gogh stayed with this Man's family while in France. I forget the other details, my little audio player was having some technical difficulties at that point. Needless to say, the painting is called Armand Roulin. If you want to check out some of the other works I saw today, click here. The exhibit closes January 7th, if you're up here, i highly recommend it.

Anyway. I'd better get going. I need to clean house a bit since I'll be meeting my brother under the schedule ticker/board thing at Penn Station in exactly and hour and a half.

Merry Christmas to everyone.

I survived brooklyn

I made it. and God was it nuts. I'll go back, but way after the holidays. Loads of people, Target & Marshalls lines 100 shoppers long. I'm not one for crowds, so I made my return to the Marshalls service desk and hit the road. well... subway

On my ride back, I sat next to a family. 2 brothers, late twenties and their parents. Here's what I heard.

Mother: So, can we have a wrapping party tomorrow morning? Coffee, the New York Times and gifts?

Son #1: Sure, I'll pick up bagels

Father: After that we can make a plan on where we still need to go and what we need to pick up.

Son #2: Sounds good to me.


...and then there's me. I looked over at this happy family. Son #1, clearly gay. very nice looking an dressed to the nines in the latest casual male fashion. son #2, not a new yorker, or maybe a past new yorker. he had a calm about him that screamed not of the city. ( i envied his calmness) but most of all, I wish I could be there. grabbing coffee and wrapping presents with an everything bagel and cream cheese, surrounded by a big family, carrying on about how the paper is too thin, or how this one present wouldn't fit a certain family member.

My family is spread out over the country this year for the holidays. I knew in my heart of hearts that I've move to NYC in 2006, but I wasn't sure dead-on sure until i got the job offer, so I never booked a flight. Who knew where I'd fly out of.

So this year, I'm home, in nyc with my brother visiting, I'm really looking forward to it, but i'll miss being surrounded by family and the little ones.

On a lighter note, I bought my first big purchase since moving here (aside from renting the apartment), a rug. I'm still not sure, I'll post a picture soon, and take a poll.

The purchase put me in such a good mood, I was ready to spread some holiday cheer so I met up with Di, my former Hoboken roomie, had a bunch of beers a burger and then some wine back at the old place. Around 12:45 I thought it was time to head on home back to the city. Now, this time of year, there are plenty of tourists around mingling, shopping, sight seeing at all hours, but sometimes it can be a little scary riding the trains late at night.

You know a good pal when you can call them at any hour just for a walk home. I'm lucky to have one. So there's a history there, but I think we're both past that. It's usually just one of us rambling nonsense, reliving old memories and laughing about them. It makes the walk from Union Square shorter, and I sleep better knowing that someone cared enough at 2:30 am to keep me safe regardless of what city either of us are in. call it chivalry, kindness or what have you, but it warms the heart either way.

on that note. I am going to tuck into bed, and sleep late tomorrow. I have a date tomorrow afternoon with Picasso at Met that I would not want to miss.

Quest to another borough

Okay, I'm heading out soon, venturing off this island of mine. Destination: Brooklyn. I've been there only once before, needless to say, I'm a bit nervous? Strange, I know. I'm going out with a mission though, Marshalls & Target. I don't know what it is that makes me question my sense of direction, probably just the unknown streets/buildings etc, lack of known landmarks. Then again, i don't know the upper west side too well, but figured that out quickly when a broker made me waste my lunch hour trudging uptown to tell me he didn't have anything in Gramercy for me, but would I consider the UES? No. for the thousandth time no. Thank God for Mel the broker, he's a life saver. Gramercy fits like a glove. Sidetracked again.

So, i can navigate new york, even parts of I'm not accustomed to, easily. I'm not quite sure what it is, but maybe moving north of the mason-dixon fixed my internal compass. But Brooklyn scares me, it's massive, it's huge. There are tons of separate towns, areas, etc. If it wasn't for HopStop I'd be screwed. Seriously the best website for transplants, natives and tourists. I highly recommend it. I use it daily. Looks like I have a short trip on the R and a 3 minute walk. Let's hope I make it back in one piece. If i don't' post in coming days, I'm hiding in brooklyn, somewhere. Park, heights, slope? try one of them.
but at least the bridge is super pretty.

gather 'round children. a story from my youth

There is a homeless man who pulls his shopping cart up beneath an awning across the street my apartment and settles in for the night around 11:00 every evening. I just walked into my kitchen and caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, and it reminded me of a story.

I was lucky enough to grow up in the NY metropolitan area, close to massive amounts of culture, museums, broadway shows, you name it, it's here. My father brought me into the city a lot to expose me to things outside your A-typical jersey shore town. In the fall of 1993 the MoMA was featuring the works of Henri Matisse- one of my favorite artists, so we planned a father/daughter outing one Saturday.

I'd been to the MoMA many times before that, but something about Matisse's "The Dance" took my breath away. The shear size of the oil painting was enough to baffle me.


The painting measures 8' 6 1/2" x 12' x 9 1/2". That's feet people. feet.

I'm getting away from the topic at hand, back to the story. So, we were heading back on the subway to have a late lunch around Rockefeller Center. When we got on the train, I sat across the car from my dad -i felt like such an adult. One stop later, 2 men boarded our car. Dapper, 3 piece suits with hats to match, and one carried a cane. I knew by looking at them they were homeless, or panhandlers but they had this aura of confidence about them. I must have stared a bit too long because the man in the blue suit caught my eye. And this is where it begins.

They started singing.. to me, at me.. on bended knee. I wish I could remember the song they were belting out, in tune, in perfect harmony. At the next stop my dad stood up, and nodded that I follow. He laughed a little bit as the train pulled away and mentioned that I turned ghostly white.

But it gets better. About a month later, my dad and I were making lunch on a Sunday afternoon. Sitting at the table with a sandwich piled high of Italian meats and a side of Lay's potato chips reading the New York Times was a typical Sunday lunch for us. I remember opening up the paper to pull out the New York Times Magazine, then nearly choking on my food. The magazine was doing a cover story on panhandlers in the city. The cover looked like the opening credits of a Brady Bunch episode, a picture in every corner, 3 x 3, 9 in total. The lower middle picture stunned me. It was them.

2 black gentleman, one in a blue 3 piece suit, one in brown complete with matching hats smiling as if they'd just won a Grammy for the subway performance. We laugh about this story to this day. Every time I see a duo of older panhandlers singing, I check for a familiar face.

They certainly made their mark on this city.
I hope to do the same.

No, tell us what you really think Ms. Lauren

I have a problem. I'll admit it. I have a very hard time controlling my facial expressions. One of my dear friends has the same issue, she, like myself, must buy dark colored sunglasses so no eye rolling is caught by those involved in conversation. The said problem is what brings me to the subject of my current post, stress.

I'm stressed. And at this point, only 3 months into a new job, it's something I feel nobody should see. I've always been one to ask for help when I need it, but now it's a completely different story. I'm not sure if it's some undying need to prove myself or just a different set of conditions to work under. I'm not in over my head, but I'm in definite need of a snorkel.

Which brings me to my current state. Last week was a shit-show, and has seemingly carried over into this week. The agency's closed from Dec 22- Jan 2, so you can imagine everyone wanting to get their campaigns off to a roaring start before the new year. Since I am one of the only folks not spending my holiday out of state or country, I've got a full plate, and then some seconds. Which normally would not be a problem, but as many of us know who still hold onto our 'skinny jeans' fitting massive campaigns into 4 days when the original schedule allots 4 weeks, is a bit of a tight squeeze. And apparently, my face said that for me. great.

So a semi- early night at work, 8:15 or so, with a doggy bag of estimates to do upon my arrival home left me a bit uneasy as I was walking out of the office. Then, in a city of thousands of cabs, you think I'd find one. No luck. So I settled for the bus, the 101 to be exact. Now, I'm not a bus person, I prefer the subway, but tonight's ride changed my point of view.

I get on, find a seat near the driver because God knows what stop I should get off on. We start chatting and he tells me of his hellish day. Turns out he is off tomorrow, and with 3 routes left to go for the night, he just wants his vacation to start without trouble. Then, a bike messenger had nerve to jump in front of his bus, stop, pause, then slowly pedal off.

Quote the driver, "Sometimes I get so stressed, I want to hit them. Run 'em over with my bus. The dumb f'ers."

Now, normally this would scare me a tad. But 2 points popped into my head in the following seconds. 1. This is New York. and 2. Regardless of a your occupation there are stressors, they just take on different forms. And the sad part about it all, when I first jumped on the bus, I thought to myself. Wow, great job. driving, see all of New York, what is there to be stressed about?

Silly me to underestimate my 101 driver.

So. better get cracking on the estimates. Maybe I'll spend some time in front of the mirror practicing being stoic.

do your ears hang low?

or are your shoulders just too tensely high?


completely tense today. Not sure what exactly threw me for a loop. maybe because i don't know a damn thing about buying/scheduling media being that my expertise lies in production. ugh. what runs and picks up from when. not sure how cymk (that's the 4 color process of printing for all of those non-ad people Cyan Yellow Magenta and K, and yes, Norton, the K means black...) fits into pick up rates etc. so you can imagine my frustration today when the 2.5 hours i was available and not in meetings revolved around figuring out media issues. bleh

today is bbdo's holiday party back in atlanta. I'd love to be there. I love JWT, ours is on thursday night, and I'm raring to go & looking forward to it. it'll be strange this year, being the newbie in a big class. at bbdo, just under 4 years in i was a old timer. Sad the turnover rate in advertising. I miss the people. what a good group. they'll have an excellent time tonight.

as will i on thursday. it all takes time. everything. and as you of know my timing, it sucks. I'm also one of the most impatient people. aren't we all though...

***I do want to give credit where credit is due. Today is Edvard Munch's birthday. He painted The Scream, also known as The Cry, above. Good ol' Edvard. This is one of my favorite paintings by him:
Click here to see it in large format.

slow motion

Many of you know I'm a wimp, not in all aspects of my life, but definitely in some. well I'm queen wimp today. My full on cold has made me take residence on the couch with a limited number of channels to watch and a depreciating supply of OJ.

I braved the aches and stuffiness to walk down to Duane Reade to pick up the "quil" combo pack of day/night. I hope it's worth the $9.99. I'm not a big medicine poppper when i have a cold. i think it's mainly because I never know what to take. My head feels like that moment when you realize you just drank too much, when all of a sudden an entire night's worth of alcohol hits you and you think, "damn I'm a little drunk." Everything is kind of moving in slow motion.

hop your days are more fast paced and fun.

10k, possibly a marathon

My nose is running faster then the guy who won the Peachtree this year. Doc, looks like we have a full on cold here. Hoboken dinner plans were cut short after the entree, sniffling took over.

and I really need to get some sleep.
sweet dreams

c'mon Sam Champion

predict me some snow. This is complete BS. it's 24 degrees outside. wtih a wind chil of 17. where's the white stuff? if it is going to be this cold, at least tease me with a slight chance of frozen precipitation. pretty please??

I walked out of the office today and swore it was snowing. Unfortunatly it was just a lot of fuzz. It looked like someone ripped their down jacket and teeny tiny feathers were floating around down the avenues. God i can't wait for snow.

So it's 9:00 pm on Friday night, I'm on my couch bundled in pj's watching the end of Rudolph the Red nose reindeer and writing to you fabulous people. Poor girl you think? Heavens no. There are very few places I'd rather be right now. This week took its toll on me. The 72 to 24 degree swing in temperature has left me sniffing and achy. (quote, me). The past three days at work I've vowed to leave early, no such luck. Isn't it strange how you usually feel so crappy in the morning but in the mid afternoon when your internal clock is fully awake, you feel a tad bit better only to fall into late afternoon slump of sneezing and a scratchy throat?

ahh the comfort of my big green couch.
time for a cup of tea and long overdue snuggle with my quilt.
Good Night.

I care. and so does JWT

Today was JWT cares day. Which means the agency closes and everyone is off volunteering in the 5 boroughs. I picked "literacy & arts" with most of the production department. It was a good time, and the first time I've ventured off to Brooklyn. Seems like a cool place. Reminds me a bit of Hoboken. -- I know, Brooklyn is huge, and I can't tell you which part we were in. I just know that we too the L train to the first stop inside the borough.

We read books and did craft projects with 1st and 2nd graders. It was fun, made me miss Trouble & superchunk back in ATL. I'm counting down the days until New Years, that's when my three weeks of vacation kick in, can't wait. And if you'll remember my previous post, you'll remember that I plan to go abroad this year and visit the mother country. So it may not be Itlay, it may be Barcelona with a work pal, but hey, it's abroad.

Anyway. off to drink more beers after our "after volunteering celebration." Just thought I'd mention my random (well, planned) act of kindness for the day. Which reminds me. Remind me in the future to tell the story about the bum, coffee and Rutgers game.

In the meantime, there's much more to do up here I'd say. So if you're bored, move to New York. It truly is the city that never sleeps. Good times.

a cat or 2. and a roach.

I felt things were getting a little heavy the past few days, so I'm bringing it back, humor that is.

About now you're wondering hmm...what does the title and this movie have to do with humor. Here's how my mind works.

The above clip is the the latest commercial from A diamond is forever, DTC- Diamond Trading Company. They are my main client at work. I love this commercial for many reasons:

1. It came out of the agency I work for
2. The song in the background sung by Cat Power. Her voice is amazing, you should check her out. Her vocals are also on this spot. Funny, isn't it.
   
3. It makes me think of an event that happened 3 weeks ago where I laughed so hard i nearly peed my pants. (that's APMP for you -A)

...but wait? 2 cats and a roach? The song is originally sung by Cat Stevens, but covered by Cat Power for this spot. Unfortunately I don't think a full length version will ever be released. Not sure if they did one. But seriously check out her music, she's great. but on to the funny story...

So by now you've seen the spot above. When she picks up the necklace off her chest she looks a bit confused. Me, i'd think it was a bug and probably would've thrown it across the room. But I'm lucky, I had that necklace on last week It's nice. Maybe I wouldn't have thrown it.

On to my story. So the day before moving into my apartment, my dad was so kind to pack the truck for me while i was out driving all around Monmouth County looking for a microwave and a decent toaster oven. Well, the rails of my sleigh bed blend in to the wood our barn is made out of, so they were forgotten on moving day. quote reader... wait... did she say barn? Yep barn. wish i had a picture. anyway.

So my dad came up with the rails a week later to help with my apartment, drill stuff, hang stuff, you know dad stuff. So when it came time to put my bed together we had to move the mattress and box spring near the couch (small place...) So, as we lifted the mattress off I saw something black near on top of the box spring near my dad's foot. Needless to say i freaked out. "ahhhhh roach!" My dad looked at the 'black thing' then looked at me then started laughing--hysterically. My first repsonse, out loud, "this is not funny." ---at least it wasn't yet.

Here's the kicker, I get laughter from my father. He laughs until he cries as well. So while doing so he picks up the said roach and shows me the culprit, a wadded up black hairband. Oops.

I nearly peed my pants.

and.
I miss Helen.
<-----that's Helen.

Excuse me, do you have the time?

my timing sucks, but I'm grinning like a school girl. Do you ever get that news that makes you smile so much people around stare, ask if what meds you are on or smile back because your grin is infectious? I vote the third, because I had a good day, more or less a great morning.

I've never had good timing. I moved to Atlanta on a whim after thinking about working in New York right out of school. Two months after graduation when I had been just over 3 weeks into settling into my new city my old internship boss calls with a position. Timing.

Don't even get me started with guys. They're all over the place, across the country. Not that there's many, very few actually. But those counted, even though they never lived stayed in my home city long. I'm not necessarily referring to NYC or my time in Jersey either, I chalk most of my timing problems up to the South

These guys have never been in the same place as me. There's the old coworker, things finally broke/started 3-4 weeks before he moved to Jacksonville, FL. I hear he's engaged to be married now. Great news, he was a good guy. Another one's a skydive instructor who lived over an hour away in a small town outside, way outside, of Atlanta. That never worked. Another, pretty much everyone knows those details, never in the same state for more then a week at a time. We're in the same time zone now so that's a plus, and he's always the one i tipsy text, or one I call when I need company on my city walk home. At least that goes both ways, he's probably the friend who will stick with me. Timing, nonetheless.

Which leads me to my current situation. Did you ever reveal information just a little too late, because you were just a little too scared? I've been feeling I may have let a good thing go, so I spoke up, regardless of it being too late. But I'm a big chicken, so a friend exposed it with my blessing. I quote Bill Murray from What about Bob... "baby steps." So, my words are the ones out there for the time being, but we'll see if there's any response. And sure, I'm one the most open people you may know, but when it comes to matters of the heart, I'm as Bashful as the dwarf . It's sad I didn't become good friends with this one earlier. 6 months or so I think. He's a gem. It doesn't take long for good people to make big impacts.

So without wearing my heart too openly on my sleeve, (i've shared a lot, and deleted a lot of lines-- the anxiety comes close to hitting that send button today) I leave you with a cheesy moral to my story.

Even when it is ridiculously uncomfortable, say it, or get a friend to.
otherwise you can blog it up to bad timing.
I'd take company over discomfort anyday.
but that's just me.

My weekend

Lots to tell about this weekend, now that's it's winding down. Let's start with Saturday, shall we?

Saturday:
Woke up, tried to meet a friend for brunch, arrived too late so errands were in order. I walked all over the west side, trying to find Kmart for some cheaper-then-the-Container-Store storage options. I'd left my to do list with store locations at home, so you can imagine the site of me kicking myself on the street after walking around aimlessly for over an hour. At which point I realized I hadn't eaten, and it was early afternoon, so I stopped at Starbucks.

I got in line to order a grande sugar free vanilla skim latte and a low fat cinnamon swirl something or other and I notice the man in front of me carrying his adorable son, struggling to gather a dozen bottled frappaccinos onto the counter. The little boy was probably about 9 months old and was just picture perfect in his little fuzz ear flap hat. I was making faces at the Little guy when his father turned to me nodded and handed him over to me. So there I was, standing in line at Starbucks, read to pay for my order holding a random child. Do I have a maternal aura about me or and do look trustworthy enough hand your child over to? Fathers of little ones are funny, hand the babe over to just about anyone. So as i was bouncing Junior on my hip, and getting my wallet out (babysitting Bryce prepped me for multi-tasking while carrying a child) the father paid my bill. My going rate per 4 minutes of babysitting? $6.29. hehe. made me laugh.

So I finally got to over to Kmart, bought my goods and went home. I even had time to hang a few pictures. What do you think of the mirrors? They hung in my last apartment in Atlanta, but the spacing is annoying me a bit. OCD never lets you down.


So after updating the blank walls, I met Diane and headed down to the east village to meet some old college pals to catch the game. You know the results, we lost 41- 39. But if there is a way to lose, we did it gracefully and with skill. They gave their best, up until the last seconds of the 3rd overtime. Good Job boys, Can't wait for the bowl game.

So after the drinks were finished and our voices had gone hoarse, it was time for our collective walks home. Now this is the point in the night, after we've all drank countless beers, were we find the need to text & call our exes, "that boy" or "that" girl. Hysterical, those of us walking out, it was like 1,2,3.. type your message leave your voice mail and open up old wounds. makes me laugh thinking of it again. Lucky for me, my phone connected and I had a 'Past' to talk to averted their eyes took that extra step away from me. I went to bed in a good mood. They you'll wake up the way you went to bed, not sure who "they" are but it's a saying, which leads me to Sunday.

Sunday:

Today I decided to be a tourist, the city around me and my warm rich home brewed coffee this morning put me in a mood for a long stroll. I walked through Times Square, down to 34th/Herald Square finally ending up near Washington Square Park. Lots of squares eh?



Shopped a bit on St. Marks Place where i bought a pair of aviators of which I'm sure I look completely ridiculous in, but fun nonetheless. Oh, I took my camera out with my today because I wanted to show you my favorite street sign on 19th (my street). It's at 19th and Park and each time I pass it i think someone should have their picture taking in front of it, arms crossed and pouting. hehe.



Well... that's my weekend in nutshell.

For once it's greener..

on my side of the grass.
check the time. I'm still at the office. and you know what? Many of you may think... what in the hell, who can work 14+ hours in a day and still be somewhat sane? or willing to sit in front a 20" mac screen and not pout?


the grass is greener over here at this three initial agency. Who knew dropping a character off the end of your place of business would bring such respect, confidence and overall better way of life.

lady luck is on my side. along with a bunch of elbow grease.

I'm releasing a campaign this evning that is my baby, more so then the cingular rokr art. I'm proud of it, it's grace and beauty on a black background. I know it's a tease to not copy in a PDF for you, but you'll have to wait until the end of January when the February magazines come out. I'll give you a list, not to worry.

diamonds, diamonds everwhere. One would think I'm about to be engaged by the way I can speak the language of facets and bezels. Far from the truth. My date this evening is Mac, mentioned above. Mac mini to be exact. Good times.


When I left Atlanta I vowed not to change, but that's a broken promise. I've changed for the better, I'm sure I'd be better in your company now so more then ever. I smile often, laugh harder and can smoke you in a long block (avenue to avenue) walk.

well.
back to the studio, time to check on my babe.

good times

I can't express to you how refreshing it is it be in new york, or how I'm at ease amidst chaos.

I can't tell you how wonderful it is to see old friends and share drinks with them, reminisce about old times. For those I raised a glass with this evening, I'm so happy to be in your company once again.

Listen Mister...

a letter...

Dear Disgusting Excuse for a man on the 4 Train this morning,

You are lucky.

You are lucky I slept well last night, had an extra 45 minutes to get ready this morning and enjoyed my entire cup of coffee on my sofa while watching the Today Show. Otherwise, when you so blatantly grabbed and groped my ass you would have felt the heel of my hand thrusted strongly into your genital region instead the hard hand slap and demeaning remark I directed your way instead. Lucky, capital L.

Signed,
a piece of ass you'll never enjoy again.


gross right? I've become adept to throwing an elbow to the sternum of the man behind me who lazily grazes my tush with his knuckles. I mean, seriously? Are you that ridiculous that you try the express train for a piece? Unbelievable.

I had a good day, aside from the nastiness of the 4-train groper. Everything was handled, multiple clients, multiple retouching sessions. I was on top of it all today. I hope I continue in snyc the rest of the week. Off on friday, catching up with old friends from Atlanta, more then excited.

but not groping excited.