Once a year the sun sets perfectly between Manhattan’s streets. Here is a shot I took tonight.
I’m sitting in the jury selection room realizing that I have been a terrible blogger. My post are way too infrequent which compromises the overall integrity of the blog, I think. Although, It has occurred to me that in order to be a really good blogger one shouldn’t have too much in your life that makes you happy. (unless of course you get paid to blog which changes everything.) The past two months have been very exiting and rewarding for me. Some of the highlights include a terrific trip out to California. Some great live music like WIlco, Joseph Arthur, Dave Matthews Band and Paul Weller and two terrific documentaries Man on a Wire and Trouble the Water. I’ve also fallen in love. Today’s is a good day to go on trial here in Manhattan because I’m in a great mood and will be happy to let you off with probation.
I’ll go chronologically incase, in like 100 years, they’ll discover that somehow these two blog posts Are actually connected in some spiritual way — I wouldn’t want them to waste their time making the ‘discovery’ that they were posted out of order. So in order…not alphabetical…
My best friend Paolo, the guy who taught me about what it means to enjoy a concert. The guy who told me about ‘Jerry’ songs and ‘Bobbie’ songs..The one who had tapes…. He is the kind of guy who makes you feel stupid by his intelligence and then assures you that you are OK because he has absolutely no idea what is appropriate, fair, decent or fine. he is all heart, like it or not. Paolo grew up in NYC and he carries that glow with him– even though he has spent everyday since I’ve known him denying it. His parents (who i adore) have moved out of Manhattan and to the Hamptons and Paolo and his wife invited me to come spend the 4th of July.
Yes. I got in a fight on the Jitney with some Indian chick who refused to turn the clicking sound off on her i phone. Can’t get into it further until my deposition. I also can’t get too specific with this story because there are people I love involved BUT…The Hamtpons are beautiful. We surfed. (ditch plains) We kayaked. (some swamp with
Yup. The burden of blogging has beaten me again. I believed my blog was blossoming but blo and behold I’m falling behind. I’m 36 years old and I have the confidence, wisdom and arrogance of someone who has 36 year old dentures. I’m not a ‘New Yorker’ as you might think but I do have very strong views about this city, it’s residents and the surrounding ‘mis en scene’. Whether I like it or not, despite all the city has to offer and regardless of the great amount of respect I have for it… two components that are inextricably linked to life here are THE HAMPTONS and BON JOVI. Stop. I know, you hate them both and so do I. There two experiences I know less about and could care less about than ‘Summering in The Hamptons’ or ‘Living on a Prayer with Bon Jovi’. I did both this summer and I’m better because of it. Great line in the NY Times Sunday Magazine today. The article was a memoir about a recovering addict — who was a writer and actually wrote the article. Ohh yeah.. last line…”I now inhabit a life I do not deserve, but we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn’t end anytime soon.” David Carr (2008) Tell that to GREG NORMAN who is leading the British Open at 53 years old.