All I have to do...

Last night we awoke at the same time through the sporadic movement of half-dead limbs or to cloak cold, exposed shoulders with the comforter. You said with closed eyes still flickering "It's amazing. I'm playing air guitar and everyone's trying to figure out if it's electric or not. We're about to eat Chinese food...". I told you where I was: "We're going to a Thai place. I'm waiting for Jamie, then to the Long Island beach house that's sinking." We said something like "OK, let's meet up in the morning" then fell back to sleep immediately, easing into separate worlds where foreign cuisine and the actions of objects let our heads leap out the window and off the fire escape while our bodies stayed pretzeled on the mattress.

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mike's apt. warming. the world's biggest bed bug lives in the basement and eats all your lost black socks and bobby pins. this picture feels like a mellow S&M chicken dance-off:Kyra shoots, Jamie gears for posing and I touch a bottle of Vodka that is off limits:After attempting to take the DJ reigns from throngs of German minimal-technoists, I gave up and pestered Josh

"I need a lift, I need release"

Merp.
Jenny's birthday party is going off at the greatest dive in Prospect Heights/Bed-Stuy: The Tip Top Bar and Grill. For reals, cheese & crackers, a checkered dance floor, a magic front door, the bartender's tale of her neighbor's decomposing body and an endless supply of goofy water make this my new home (as far as bars are allowed to be my home). Not quite on par with Specs in San Francisco (the best cabinet-of-curiosities watering hole ever) but also a different breed. It's also the debut of ground-breaking martial artists DJ duo THE LOOGIES. And here, Jenny's claim to flyer-making fame:Daytime/pastime drinking inevitably leads me to whining "I need to see water. Can we pleeeassseee go to the water????" Of course we took an old Mercedes 5 blocks to get there. I look like God's Q-tip right here yeah? Oh, I stuck my finger deep into another human being's ear last night for the first time ever:

Kyra started a new series of ghost pictures. I wonder when I'll upgrade from a twin bed; I think that day will be weird and sad: http://www.flickr.com/photos/reverie3/

Josh and Sha-na ain't actin'. Two beuts: Rita is about to throw something into a mouth?:

I think imma invest in some 6.5 hour energy after work. Invest in energy!

Every Culture has a Pocket Food.

First, let's get the hot shit started with my latest collaborations:Alisa and I will spin/click at birthday parties, AA meetings, nail salons, pop-up roller rinks, you name it; we're that sporadic and open-minded.
AND
Melissa (Charlie) and I want to share our chess-playing experiences with the world. Every Sunday we play for an hour or two in the lobby of a different Manhattan hotel. Check out our sparkly new tumblr for our first trip: http://lobbychess.tumblr.com/ (it's still being updated; anecdotes and a rating system are coming). Later, met up with the rest of the scumbags, watched Riley perform at UCB then saw this weird ass Rastafarian hot-pocket drinking a carrot:I got that tongue-splitting surgery too.
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One day I read/slept on a park bench while waiting for a buddy and pretended I was in Paris. The view of the Flat Iron wasn't helping in the fantasy:
Our first game in Starbucks. We've since upgraded to a gorgeous board:
Benjamin aka Papa Chulo at his apt. warming party. This boy is truly beautiful and possesses the most pure spirit ever. He only went straight for Jamie like two times that night:
I have a tendency to find art in hallways:
Oh my, proper diner experience in Sunnyside, Queens. I didn't realize how much I missed those clunky, awkward mugs and Pizza Chalet plastic cups:
When I was 12 years old, I went on an intense aerobic journey spurred along by the C. Crawford work-out video. During this time, I somehow convinced myself that just by watching a fast food commercial on TV you were actually absorbing some of the calories of the food on the screen. Can you fucking imagine what was happening in my head??? Now I don't have a TV (well, I have a little baby tube but food in B&W isn't nearly as appetizing) or eat fast food (though I still keep up with the industry's latest concoctions). The noms of brunches past:
Oh, just lovely:
This is Walter. He was having a sweet time basking in the sun. Saturday was lervely. I watched "Valley Girl" for the first time ever, "Annie Hall" for the millionth time and looked at a ton of hair metal band photos.
Adda's apt. warming (it must be that season). I heard that tail got her some of the same at the end of the evening:

Anal TLC/THC

Today's conversation with Wants To Remain Unnamed (WTRU) (really, I'm flattered you think more than ten people read this!) produced this little present (I'm coming from a "sober" place hence my attitude and imposition of restrictions):

aerinly (4:50:14 PM): are you drunk?

WTRU (4:50:20 PM): no

aerinly (4:50:23 PM): i want to do SOMETHING tonight

aerinly (4:50:26 PM): ugh

WTRU (4:50:32 PM): what u wanna do?

aerinly (4:50:35 PM): drugs

WTRU (4:50:41 PM): me too

WTRU (4:50:48 PM): my friend is getting powdery goodness

WTRU (4:50:52 PM): i kinda wanna be bad

WTRU (4:50:57 PM): but she is going to lame places

WTRU (4:51:01 PM): so i don’t know

aerinly (4:51:03 PM): oh man, i can't do that one

aerinly (4:51:06 PM): my heart will explode

aerinly (4:51:09 PM): even weed would be nice!

aerinly (4:51:10 PM): haha

aerinly (4:51:16 PM): even hookah!

aerinly (4:51:22 PM): i think i can have hookah?

aerinly (4:51:27 PM): i wonder about peyote?

aerinly (4:51:29 PM): hmm

WTRU (4:51:33 PM): hahah

WTRU (4:51:36 PM): i doubt peyote is allowed

aerinly (4:51:55 PM): i would lick a dude's asshole if it meant i could be stoned for a few hours.

aerinly (4:51:58 PM): NOT

aerinly (4:52:14 PM): i wonder if i would be fucked up from doing that anyway?

WTRU (4:52:42 PM): hahahahah

WTRU (4:52:48 PM): oh my lord

WTRU (4:52:51 PM): that’d be awesome

WTRU (4:52:55 PM): if u found a dude

WTRU (4:53:01 PM): whose poop hole made u stoned

aerinly (4:54:25 PM): hahaha A DREAM WORLD!

aerinly (4:54:39 PM): wait, it's probs easier/more sanitary to just use a pipe?

WTRU (4:54:48 PM): hahaha

WTRU (4:54:50 PM): yes

WTRU (4:54:53 PM): but still

WTRU (4:55:03 PM): one can imagine a magical bung hole

"If you are lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company."

My UPS delivery man for the past year and a half, André, is pretty amazing. A French-Canadian who speaks five languages fluently, he makes me laugh at least 2-3 times every day that I am at work. He is my guru and friend, a perpetual optimist who snickers at my antics and doles out good, sage advice.

When he came into the office today, he brought with him the smell of bacon and eggs.

"André, why do you smell like breakfast?"

He laughed and told me it wasn't him. But it was him and I knew it. I have a heightened sense of smell and minutes later, when Sarah from publicity walked by, I asked her if she'd shampooed her hair this morning -she had- because the smell had enveloped me from across the room (one of the things I miss about having long hair is that aura of clean fragrance that hovers around your scalp).

André returned awhile later, "You were right! The bacon and eggs, it's from the 2nd floor."

"I knew it! I have superwoman olfactory glands! It's like, if not for smoking cigarettes I would smell too much; I would just be too overwhelmed." (I'll look for any any excuse to continue a bad habit.)

André looked down at his electronic signature pad then back at me with a huge smile stretched across his jaw. In his thick French accent he said, "I keep thinking 'Are you real'?"

That question is the way to my heart. J'adore.
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I'm getting back into philosophy and phenomenology. Now that I'm on a sober kick, I can finally read for more than 5 minute intervals without spacing out every time I see something shiny. Having been a voracious reader since I could hold a book, my inability to focus as of late was the cause of much much much distress and anxiety. Things are good now! My brain is like a freshly released Bonsai kitten, all deep stretches and expansion. So now I begin to exercise my bourgeois right and delve into the contemplation of existence. Sweet relief.
Am IN LOVE with this pic of de Beauvoir and Sartre:

Cleaning House Week 3

Well sweet tit-stain it's been awhile! The one good thing about my blogging absence is that it is directly correlated with me being productive out there in the real world. Or internally or physically? Maybe not but here's a mini-recap of the last week or so.
I modeled bridal wear for a German fashion blog (http://twoforfashion.otto.de/). Sean came along and acted as my PA, carried my phone and lip gloss and added wit snippets throughout.
My desk area is constantly evolving. We are approaching our one year anniversary in this apt. As I rarely stay longer than 1-2 years in a single room, I'm curious to see just how closely I can get my bedroom to replicate the inside of my brain.

My work was going to throw this lil guy out! It gets all the Spanish language stations and some strange public access jizzums and is just a gem:

Preliminary drawing of Cedric. Josh spilled tea all over my sketchbook, well, he was avoiding being scratched by the Panda and wrist-jerked the glass over. It gave it a nice 'weathered' look. I wish Cedric would wear my dream-catcher earring in real life:Sunday night was the Olive Garden gorgefest 2k9. Claire and Coralie: the frenchies who'd never been to an American family restaurant chain. Coralie took on a look of confused disgust when I got a Styrofoam to-go container for my seafood portfino (and stole the pepper shaker out of sheer necessity):
Nommed like 4 or 5 breadsticks with reckless abandon. I have officially replaced booze/drugs with shitty food. Expecting to be 400 lbs. by summer:
Jamie's back!!!!!!!!!!! The Garden's b'sticks are good tools to gauge how deep you can go when performing fellatio:
We made it Kyra's birthday so we could get some cake and a song. That joke ended up costing me and Jamie ten bucks. Good one. After filming close-ups of us chewing, Kyra and Melissa were so tired they passed out sitting up and we painted flavor savers on their chins with marinara sauce:
Rita had been there since before the sun went down and memorized the menu so we wouldn't be too overwhelmed:
The next day I met up with Glenndolyn and jabbered his ears off. His tea smelled orgasmic, no, the smell of his tea was orgasm inducing. I made sure we posed in the most optimal way to show my bohemouth Q-tip cabeza:
The song on this video is weirding me out. Play something you like and be mesmerized.

the birth and death of a stupid idea in 10 minutes.

YAY SEAN HAS ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!
aerinly (3:57:25 PM): i like to compare quality of life if you're poor now vs. if you were poor in say 1905

aerinly (3:57:32 PM): like, all the chemicals in the cheap food!

aerinly (3:57:44 PM): in 1905, you would eat a potato and be happy

aerinly (3:57:54 PM): and not get prostate cancer from it

aerinly (3:58:13 PM): maybe 19th century would be better

aerinly (3:58:39 PM): i was going to do this diet where i only consumed things that were available to people up until 1900

aerinly (3:58:48 PM): but then i learned that there was already all this shit out there

aerinly (3:58:53 PM): so i need to go earlier.

aerinly (3:58:57 PM): do you want to do it?

aerinly (3:59:25 PM): it can be global; anything that was available to the world before 1850.

Super Nuge (4:00:21 PM): i came to new york to eat cheap processed food

Super Nuge (4:00:42 PM): even the medicis couldn't get pizza at 3am with garlic knots

aerinly (4:01:12 PM): fine, have your heart attack

aerinly (4:01:22 PM): see who's there scraping your cheese face off the pavement

Super Nuge (4:01:49 PM): well i think you should have to adhere to the medicine of the era too

aerinly (4:01:52 PM): and hauling you to st. vincent's where your red blood cells have been replaced with MSG and styrofoam.

Super Nuge (4:02:25 PM): so have fun getting gout and polio

aerinly (4:03:50 PM): we'll see who lasts the year

Super Nuge (4:05:11 PM): i'm going to live off a diet of free wine and falafel actually

aerinly (4:06:03 PM): oh shit.. you already won

aerinly (4:06:10 PM): that's good cause i don't cook

Super Nuge (4:06:27 PM): i find that surprising that you don't cook

aerinly (4:06:30 PM): and i just remembered that stuff didn't come pre-packaged.

Super Nuge (4:06:33 PM): its the one thing you don't do

aerinly (4:06:40 PM): i hope you're being sarcastic

(I don't really think anyone was "happy" to eat a potato in 1905 and I certainly know very little about how red blood cells would be replaced with styrofoam or how that is even relevant- Ed. note).

Dogged Days

I am so amped on caffeine that my urine smells like Breakfast Blend. So I was MIA for a few days last week as I had/needed to take an island vacation (Manahatta claro que si) to a detox center. My diet consisted of fruit punch, Librium and whatever people's court show was blaring from the common area. I was sedated for the first two days to the point of not being able to read a single page of the amazing novel Life A User's Manual before passing out for who knows how many hours at a time. There were the requisite Nurse Ratcheds (a spot-on version then an urban remake model) doling the meds and watching you swallow and they were adamant about "checking vitals" at the oddest hours. Like, of course my heart rate is too low, it's 12:30 AM and I've been sleeping for three hours? Anyway, it was a good experience and I didn't lose my job and I was able to see first hand how fucked up the rehabilitation system is, at least in New York. I mean, it's not that shocking to see drugs and french toast (the food was pretty good actually) being thrown at a problem that obviously doesn't just run skin deep but it was still unsettling. Also, they don't let you smoke! I had to hide in the bathroom with a bunch of my meth-a-donic buddies to sneak a smiggy drag.
Well, pfew, that chapter is closed!
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Jenny and I were doing our Sunday 5th avenue window shopping when we saw this ad. Is she coming or going or...? Makes my tailbone dizzy:
A few blocks down from us, the coolest building alive:
Often times imagining something can be at least half as good as the real thing for me. Like when we were going to have Josh shit in the litter box just to see the confused look on Jamie's face when she went to clean it. Here Jennipa and I prepare for our annual road-trip to New Mexico for the Pottery Association of America's Ceram-a-thon (or, we love this car, look like zany art teacher lesbian aunts and later will watch "He's Just Not That Into You", hollerin' at the screen like we owned the place.)
We met a real (retired) P.I. at a cafe who talked our ears off. Old men: they will compliment and adore and love the shit out of you. Amidst their long-winded tales they actually listen to yours as well! I want to give all the dudes I've ever dug on "old man" pills, like reverse Viagra that only affects them mentally? That doesn't make sense but yeah, I'm not into dinosaur ween but I'll take an ancient brain in a Dorian Gray body any day of the week:
My favorite bartender/waiter ever. Sadly, I've had to enact a self-imposed exile from Les Enfants until further notice.
Now beginning research for a documentary on surveillance/dataveillance, gearing up for France at the end of the month, pushing all welling sadness down and out (mad, terrible withdrawals from a lovely drug disguised as a person; cutting off my fingers at the knuckles to avoid texting) through yoga breathing and daily sessions with my UPS guru. Basically I'm cleaning up shop all around. You can't give what you don't have right? (Ah, therapy and Luna bars - you can kill me now).
Oh, we have a freezer jam-packed with ancient bagels. These bagels register like 9 on the Mohs Scale. What should we do with 30-40 rock-hard Jewish donuts? Thinking stop-animation film at Coney Island? The bagels could be like turtles or lemmings or....

getting it down just like the nurse told me to.

A whole fucking lot has happened since I last posted so while I compile, I thought I would share this gem of a conversation with mah boy back home:

aerinly (4:15:41 PM): tell tell

TKitty (4:15:43 PM): So, on Friday

TKitty (4:15:47 PM): I was done with work

TKitty (4:15:51 PM): and walked out to our parking lot

TKitty (4:16:02 PM): and I saw this pile of stuff in one of the small planters

TKitty (4:16:10 PM): there was a satchel

TKitty (4:16:17 PM): a CD walkman (no headphones)

TKitty (4:16:22 PM): an empty water bottle

TKitty (4:16:27 PM): and a fur trimmed hat

TKitty (4:16:31 PM): with flaps for the ears

TKitty (4:16:38 PM): you know what I'm talking about

TKitty (4:16:50 PM): Also, there was what was clearly a puddle of vomit kind of nearby

TKitty (4:16:55 PM): the hat got a little sprayed

TKitty (4:17:35 PM): so anyway, I thought maybe someone had been mugged

TKitty (4:17:41 PM): and had their stuff rifled through

TKitty (4:17:44 PM): and then dumped

TKitty (4:17:50 PM): by some vomity homeless person

TKitty (4:18:02 PM): so I figured I'd look in the bag and see if I could find any ID

TKitty (4:18:10 PM): I kinda nudged it with my foot and it felt really full

TKitty (4:18:14 PM): so anyway I unzipped it

TKitty (4:18:20 PM): and inside there was a notebook

TKitty (4:18:26 PM): like a bible study book

aerinly (4:18:29 PM): what?????

TKitty (4:18:38 PM): and some other shit I didn't get much of a look at

TKitty (4:18:43 PM): because as soon as I looked in the bag

TKitty (4:18:46 PM): I heard this noise

TKitty (4:18:51 PM): and coming from across the street

TKitty (4:18:54 PM): is this black kid

TKitty (4:18:57 PM): pretty good looking

TKitty (4:19:15 PM): dressed in a Quicksilver shirt

TKitty (4:19:16 PM): nice pants

TKitty (4:19:20 PM): you know, clearly not homeless

TKitty (4:19:27 PM): but he comes running up to me

TKitty (4:19:35 PM): and he's got one earbud earphone in his ear

TKitty (4:19:39 PM): and the other one dangling

TKitty (4:19:46 PM): and his shirt's kinda got some wet spots

TKitty (4:19:56 PM): so I thought, oh, this poor guy must have taken ill

TKitty (4:20:07 PM): or something

TKitty (4:20:11 PM): but he comes running up to me

TKitty (4:20:37 PM): and says, "Woooooahhhhh, you got a demon on you now, man. You got a demon on you and you need to know how to deal with it."

TKitty (4:20:45 PM): and i think

TKitty (4:20:47 PM): uh oh

TKitty (4:20:57 PM): so I say, "How do I deal with it?"

TKitty (4:21:03 PM): and he looks at me

TKitty (4:21:05 PM): wild eyed

TKitty (4:21:20 PM): and says, "You just got to....uhhhhhh......oooooohhhh.....uhhhhhhh."

TKitty (4:21:23 PM): like, kinda moaning

TKitty (4:21:29 PM): huffing and puffing

TKitty (4:21:36 PM): like he's trying to get a handle on something inside him

TKitty (4:22:08 PM): and then he looks at me and just starts shouting "GET OUT!!!!GET OUT!!!!GET OUT!!!!!"

TKitty (4:22:14 PM): and I was like, man, I am GONE

TKitty (4:22:53 PM): and I got in my car and took off

TKitty (4:23:04 PM): I would have called for someone to help him, but my phone was dead!

TKitty (4:23:13 PM): but I swung back by the parking lot on my way to the freeway and he was gone already

aerinly (4:23:39 PM): wtf>>>>

aerinly (4:23:44 PM): you have a demon now?????

TKitty (4:23:49 PM): well see

TKitty (4:23:51 PM): I couldn't tell

TKitty (4:23:53 PM): if he meant

aerinly (4:23:56 PM): how do you feel?

TKitty (4:23:59 PM): I had JUST acquired the demon?

TKitty (4:24:01 PM): or if it was like

TKitty (4:24:05 PM): a recognition

aerinly (4:24:08 PM): and the vomit?

TKitty (4:24:11 PM): of something that has been there a while

TKitty (4:24:18 PM): vomit = precursor to true truth

aerinly (4:24:22 PM): methinks

TKitty (4:24:31 PM): But anyway

TKitty (4:24:37 PM): It really shook me up

TKitty (4:24:50 PM): being visited by a magical negro is rare in real life

TKitty (4:24:51 PM): and I of course

TKitty (4:24:55 PM): use those words

TKitty (4:25:07 PM): in the "race on screen" sense of the term

TKitty (4:25:20 PM): not that I really refer to people as "negros"

TKitty (4:25:43 PM): so I was like, "Shit, It MUST be true"

TKitty (4:25:48 PM): feels like it is, for sure

TKitty (4:25:50 PM): so anyway last night

TKitty (4:25:53 PM): I had a dream

TKitty (4:26:00 PM): where basically the same thing happened

TKitty (4:26:03 PM): but this time it was a white guy

TKitty (4:26:13 PM): and he jumped on my back before saying "You got a demon on you now..."

TKitty (4:26:19 PM): and in my dream, I flipped him over my head

TKitty (4:26:24 PM): what do you make of all this?

aerinly (4:28:11 PM): no!

aerinly (4:28:18 PM): ok, a) i'm blogging this

aerinly (4:28:22 PM): and B) let me think!

TKitty (4:28:54 PM): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_Negro

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then an awesome party at Barnaby's (more pics from the lovely Sinead: http://www.babysinead.com/2009/02/21/snap-shot-party-pics/#more-1238):