some ways to ride the subway
somedays i like to close my eyes on the subway- for a bit- then open then really quickley to see if anyone is staring at me.
or just looking at me.
i havent met any friends that way, and i am not looking for a lover, but it is still interesting for me to do this- especially yes when the R train is being slow and local.
update on new york life (besides odd underground habits):
i am trying to make myself homeless at the end of october [ hoping to not resign my lease and live w dennis/ travel all over the country for 3 months ]
i have started working three days a week instead of two. (BOO! but ok)
i have endeavored to model all over the country. portland, first. LA, second. richmond, philly (for surely), UK!!!, canada, DC, that artists colony in mexico. AHHHH i am in love with the possibilities of the universe. hurrah hurrah hurrah.
now off to do the office work that i had weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks to do that i am certainly always doing in the last moments before going back to the office.
WAREHOUSING
walking through the industrial part of long island city, queens.
it is dirty, it is vacant of colors and trees and even people really. only people are people in giant trucks. they are unseen and are almost more truck than person.
it is noisy and machine clicking sounds are everywhere. it smells like rubber and soot. it is gray and gray and bleak, and even when the sky it very blue, it makes it seem a bit gray because the entire environment here is so gray.
seems entirely empty of anything good. and then i hear… some of the best rock music i have heard in an awhile. from a studio. from a band practicing in a warehouse on the street i am walking on. i stop and listen. i clap and whistle when the song is done. after the third take they have really gotten it down! i am a fan! but i dont think they hear me because a truck goes by when i am clapping, and they are way up high.
i finish my walk, arriving at the painter’s studio i have come to sit in. there is so much gorgeous art in this studio space, and more down the hall in her studio mate’s space, and more probably in the next warehouse over.
the mix of the beauty and desolateness is amazing to feel.
it gets right into your skin and lifts all the gray dust off.
s i m p l e
“You can’t force simplicity; but you can invite it in by finding as much richness as possible in the few things at hand. Simplicity doesn’t mean meagerness but rather a certain kind of richness, the fullness that appears when we stop stuffing the world with things.”
- Thomas Moore
something funny
so i was wearing this small yellow dress that i basically wore all summer and couldnt get out of it. very 60’s-ish. mod and striped and short short short.
well – i have this on, and i am traveling alone on a crowded late night N train uptown to make the long journey to dennis’s apt from brooklyn,,, and in a bag with me i have two overripe bananas. you know how overripe bananas smell really strongly of bananas? so i am wearing all yellow and there are people all around me very close and i smell just like bananas. and i know they can smell it. and i wonder if they thought i was a yellow banana girl or something.
have a good yellow day, alex and all. cant wait to catch up with you, alex and all. : )
LOVE!
holy crap, this link is a must read!
go to this blog alex! it will give you so many green tips: http://closetenvironmentalist.com/2007/09/06/green-clothes-part-i-a-long-lasting-wardrobe/
ummm, and that self extinct humanity thing freaked me out. i hadnt heard of it before, and it seems an extremely extremist way to go about things. it is almost saying there is nothing we can do to solve this big problem of what we are doing to the country. so we all should just disappear? i dont like that.
and i have a utube clip of an animation of what happens once humans are gone.
i will find and post it.
and david abts, where did you couchsurf??????? : )
ahh its a hot sticky ny night (still!), and i just got back from a photoshoot with a guy who stuck plastic letter stickers all over my body that spelled out the quote i love “There is a word that frees us from all the weight and pain of the world; that word is Love.” the pictures came out very cool. i am at my boyfriends house, waiting for him to get home from improv class. and then he will write the book he is writing on weather, and i will surf the internet for weird stuff. and i will fall asleep at 1 am, and he will write until 4 am.
and tomorrow is another beautiful day full of beautiful stuff.
all these things…
HELLO HELLO happy day it is a lovely week and a lovely hot september.
I’m sure a bit ago I mentioned the fire damage to the building with my favorite corner cafe…. well they are back
and I’m finally returning to my 7-8am tea time at the Downbeat but I can’t help to be in awe of myself.. me, the hater of morning and sunlight… then again I am reminded that for MANY years I was the guy on the other side of the counter…. I
drove down spring garden in the already humid morning hours to open FeeWee’s on 3rd and Fairmont before NO LIBS was even awake. I wrapped the muffins and made fucking HOT coffee in the Philly heat…. and all that time I wanted to be on the other side.. I want to come shuffling in half awake and ponder my order, then sit and read whatever I could get my hands on.. later looking better and heading off to a day. I had “relationships” with so many people I saw DAILY but only between those morning hours… after 10 am, it was only the artists, and the unemployed that came shuffling in…
now i shuffle.
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things of notability
1- are you aware of couchsurfing.com – you find a couch to sleep on while traveling the US or world in return for promising
to eventually offer your couch back. HOW FABULOUS!
2- today celebrates the 50th anniversary of the first publish of ON THE ROAD.
3- below i’m going to post some of nytimes book review for THE WORLD WITHOUT US, an in depth look at the aftermath of our potential disappearance…. GET READY:::::
With no one left to run the pumps, New York’s subway tunnels would fill with water in two days. Within 20 years, Lexington Avenue would be a river. Fire- and wind-ravaged skyscrapers would eventually fall like giant trees. Within weeks of our disappearance, the world’s 441 nuclear plants would melt down into radioactive blobs, while our petrochemical plants, “ticking time bombs” even on a normal day, would become flaming geysers spewing toxins for decades to come. Outside of these hot spots, Weisman depicts a world slowly turning back into wilderness. After about 100,000 years, carbon dioxide would return to prehuman levels. Domesticated species from cattle to carrots would revert back to their wild ancestors. And on every dehabitated continent, forests and grasslands would reclaim our farms and parking lots as animals began a slow parade back to Eden.
A million years from now, a collection of mysterious artifacts would remain to puzzle whatever alien beings might stumble upon them: the flooded tunnel under the English Channel; bank vaults full of mildewed money; obelisks warning of buried atomic waste (as current law requires) in seven long-obsolete human languages, with pictures. The faces on Mount Rushmore might provoke wonder for about 7.2 million more years. (Lincoln would probably fare better on the pre-1982 penny, cast in durable bronze.) But it’s hard to imagine an alien archaeologist finding poetry in the remote Pacific atolls awash in virtually unbiodegradable plastic bottles, bags and Q-tip shafts, or in the quadrillions of nurdles, microscopic plastic bits in the oceans — they currently outweigh all the plankton by a factor of six — that would continue to cycle uncorrupted through the guts of sea creatures until an enterprising microbe evolved to break them down.
Doomsday rhetoric aside, the fact is that nothing is likely to wipe us out completely, at least not without taking a good chunk of the rest of creation with us. (Even a virus with a 99.99 percent kill rate would still leave more than half a million naturally immune survivors who could fully repopulate the earth to current levels in a mere 50,000 years.)
LOOK AT THIS:::
Not that some people aren’t trying to take matters into their own hands. Weisman checks in with Les Knight, the founder of the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement, which advocates gradually putting our species to sleep by collective refusal to procreate. After an initial panic, we would look around and see that the world was actually getting better: “With no more resource conflicts, I doubt we’d be wasting each other’s lives in combat,” Knight says. “The last humans could enjoy their final sunsets peacefully, knowing they have returned the planet as close as possible to the Garden of Eden.”
suzy…… tell us what you think.
suzy…… fucking take a simple long weekend in la.
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