Sunday, December 16, 2007

Cabo, Part 3 -- The Flora





Cabo is a unique microhabitat for a diverse array of flora, readily evident even to the casual botanist like me....a huge array of succulents and cacti (saguaro, candelabra etc) in the flatlands and foothills of Baja peninsula give way to various types of palms (dates, royals) and other small salt-loving plants as you slope down to the Sea of Cortez. Its quite beautiful and in some ways unexpectedly lush. Theres also a local legend called the salt wood tree, which I believe is a species of banyan tree so common all over Asia. Apparently, the root system of this tree favors soil with high levels of salt, and the circulatory system actually processes the salt and eliminates through its leaves. Note to self: dont park your shiny new car under a salt wood tree because the secretions will eat through the paint in less than a month. MORE PICS COMING SOON

Friday, December 14, 2007

Cabo, Part 2 -- The Fish Story




Second day...on a fishing boat called a panga skippered by an effusive, arm-waving Italian industrialist who now lives in Los Barriles. Note to self: never get on a small boat with a guy who takes his sport fishing too seriously. Andrew and I caught two 12-15 pound tunas within the first hour of fishing. Then several bites but no real action for a couple of hours. And suddenly I'm locked in this 30 minute death struggle with a type of dolphin known locally as a dorado for its preternatural golden sheen. truth be told it also has strong dashes of red, turquoise green and ice blue. but doradorojoaquaazulado, mercifully, was deemed far to difficult for gringos to pronounce. The fish was so damned strong he nearly tipped me over a couple of times, and actually dragged me from one side of the boat to the other as he struggled to break the line and I simply to hold on and not fall in the Sea of Cortez. We werent using a harness, so the butt of the fishing rod was jammed into that tender flesh north of pubic and south of abs. If you dare, gaze on the picture above, but be warned...the sight of my bruised self is not for the faint of heart. But the fish sure is pretty, aint it? I thought so too and it was a total gift being so close to something so beautiful and powerful. Even as the noble beast was chewing through the fishing line. Ah, but not our obsessive Captain Guido Ahab...nope not him. Ive never seen a grown man so pouty and disappointed in broad daylight. I think he was mad at me, but he was also shaking his fist at the open sea, swearing some sort of unholy vengeance straigh out of a novel. Strange to be sure, but it didnt impact my sense of elation not in the least Im happy to report...

Meditate and Destroy!!!



So get back from Los Barriles in Mejico and found this excellent little gift (from me) in the mailbox. I just love my new Meditate and Destroy t-shirt and all it stands for...to see more about the folks who masterminded this little gem of consumerism check out the Dharma Punx web site:
www.dharmapunx.com

G

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Cabo, Part 1-- Dogs and Dozers



Just back from 8 days in a little rustic town about 45 minutes north of San Juan de Cabos called Los Barriles. Yup that means The Barrels for hapless gringos and gringas like us. Its a sleepy little place, formerly the exclusive haunt of red-faced, big-bellied fisherman hell-bent on wholesale slaughter of marlin. Nowadays its more of an adventure travel destination with incredibly lean muscular teens from the US, Brazil, Italy --doing unbelievable things on kiteboards and windsurfers -- sharing the limelight with said rednecks. And then there's the latest generation of American vacation home colonizers, now it's the 40 something year olds' turn to invade Mexico. Ahhh, the joys of a global economic upturn as it trickles down to the Third World...

Los Barriles is rampant with new residential and commercial building, road construction, street paving and general mayhem all done in the name of civic beautification and the almighty gringo greenback. Amen. Amen. Streetlights are even going up on the main streets where you wouldnt have seen a thing at night previously if not for the accidental neon burnish of a few tourist bars and restaurants. And most telling of all there are slightly bemused workers painting crosswalks on streets. Unfortunately, the behaviors of local drivers haven't caught up to the good intentions of Los Barriles bureaucrats...no one actually stops when youre in the supposed safety of the hash marks. Which phenomenon I learned the hard way...

And such hard-won wisdom isnt confined to yours truly. The stray dogs or "pie dogs" (as they say in Asia) laze about the streets and sidewalks in search of shade. Some of the large bullying breeds actually snooze in the streets or even in the freshly minted crosswalks, daring pedestrians and drivers alike to make them move. Which they generally do with souped up pickups bearing down on them. Yes, my friends, all is well in Los Barriles, and everything is as it should be. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was...

Monday, December 3, 2007

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

My boy from LA...



...is visiting Sydney
he loves Brooklyn
He looks hot in long hair
his scent is instinct
(and mine is desire)

you haven't lived until you have had an English lad, with moves on and off the grass.
I would rip the shirt off his back be it 7 or 23 and like to get my hands on his balls.
mark of this man is his curve.

yes yes yes! Bend me Beckham!

There you have it. Yes he is here!

I wasn't able to get my hands on a ticket but thank God for TV, I couldn't tear myself away lest I miss a moment. My eyes followed 23. It is the first time I have seen LA Galaxy play, the word that comes to mind is "appalling" and the sentence that comes to mind is "Becks, find a European club". Just so I don't paint all players with one stroke of paint, Donovan in his true to being "the best US born player the country has produced" style came in with 2 mins left and scored beautifully to salvage their scoreboard to reflect a decent 5:3 loss to the Sydney Football club.

Who said it was about the game, its always the boy!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Weeding By Example



I love this kid and what he stands for...

http://neworleanscitypark.com/volmowron.html

and the NPR story:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=11654614

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Efficient Races to Victory


It is only 10pm some would say, isn't it a tad too early to head home? Usually yes but not when you have been drinking champagne since 1pm. You read correctly, I was told the whole nation comes to a standstill on the first tuesday in November, and they sure as hell were telling the truth. It is Melbourne Cup Day today - put it very lucidly, the ENTIRE nation stops to gamble and watch a five minute horse race that starts at 3.05pm and then continues to drink. I just walked home and the pubs and restaurants were still buzzing.

I have to congratulate the Australians for actually being able to stop on a work day - beginning of the week no less, to indulge themselves in a tradition that goes back 150 years. It is a public holiday in the city of Melbourne. Gambling and drinking are the words of the day. Our version of something that stops the nation, no not a democratic win, it's Super Bowl Sunday. We are so conditioned to feel guilty when we let go that our indulgences can only happen over a day of rest. There is no way we would dedicate a day when the stock market is in motion to drink copious amounts of champagne and watch a thoroughbred horse race or sweaty men throw a ball around with their hands (and call it football).

I needed to redeem myself from all that bringing the aussies and their way of life down when I first moved here. And so as much as my religious beliefs prohibited me from gambling I indulged, yes, all $7 of it. The rest of it I put towards Champagne, Tequila, Jack and eye watering
Thai food (you read correctly, authentic Thai red chillies do that to you) - one of the best dining experiences I have had thus far since I have been here.

I have not watched a horse race before and never this closely. The winner jockey was ways away trailing in the back and magnificently worked from the insides and beat the front runner by three quarters of a length. A beautifully orchestrated finish indeed!

Off the field it was couture carnivale. While the ladies flaunted their hats and fascinators,
stilettos and fabulous cocktail frocks, the aussie men were not behind donning their tops and tails and dapper suits to prove that they too have what it takes to participate in field fashion.

And...life will go back to the way it was on Monday, although the drinking continues no matter what day it is, that is Australia!


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Rolling With My Homey

Hey everyone...check out the pics of Miss Charity (the poetess, raconteur and roller derby gal) at the URL below. Her nom de guerre is Dorothy Park-her...Does she rock, or what!?

http://www.northstarrollergirls.com/referees.html

GSH

Monday, October 15, 2007

Show Me Yours And I'll Show You Mine

There are two kinds of secrets. Those we keep from others. And those we keep from ourselves. -- Frank, creator of the Post Secret blog

I've become a bit obsessed with reading this amazing blog every Sunday. It is genius in its simplicity. And profound for believing that individual weakness can be collective strength when we share our stories openly with one another.
A big shout out to Frank. -- G

Friday, October 12, 2007

beauty

it's raining here for the first time in almost a year. like real rain,with big full juicy droplets-- not at all the meager scattered showers forecasted by the wheatherpeople. for some reason maybe not wholly unrelated to the condition of our parched soil and depleted watershed, i am filled with gladness.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Poem that is getting published

I'm getting published in the journal "Big Muddy: A Journal of the Mississippi River Valley"
- I wrote it when I was working at a battered woman's shelter(obviously)....

In the Shelter


In the shelter
I work at
there is a woman
whose lover stabbed
her in the womb.

She cremated the child
whose heart beat for 31 minutes,
four months too early

We Fed-Exed the ashes
and cried together over how
a life could be shipped cross -country
in 24 hours

when she went into labor
with her 40 staples
she knew she was bearing
her son into
death

So now we are providing her
advocacy - someone even bought
her a plant "to get some new life going"

But the whole time
I am thinking of her running breasts
and empty, scarred stomach
wondering if those staples
are the only things
holding her
together.

Fox

Everything you hear about them is true and you don't realize the extent of their entrenchment within the White House until you turn on their news channel. Holy mother of God, how can the employees of that place sleep at night knowing what they do everyday - propagating the lies of George Bush and his cadre of policy makers.

I rely on getting news from The New York Times and CNN online but recently in addition to these sources I turned on Fox News since they are the only American News Channel available on cable here provided by Foxtel Cable (figures!) and I have been starving for local news on TV. Didn't know the pit I was going to fall into. I am blessed that my political orientation is sane, thanks to my american family.

Even when I do turn it on it's to get a feel of what is happening back home but my anti-democrats filter is on big time.

The question is, are these people for real? What part of America do they breed these foxters? (they are not even worth capitalizing with a capital F) Do they go to a special school and are they members of a secret society? Is it called H.Burton? I reckon during Orientation week they are put into sweet coma and brains are surgically replaced with pre-programmed chips. If you were to check their bodies you are sure to find some leftover sign-age in a form of a tattoo that serves as a record of them being marked. Hmm a conspiracy theory!

Heather Nauert, covering the Ahmadinejad visit at Columbia University, had the chance to show her FOX(y) techniques during an interview with two representatives from the College Republicans and Democrats. Josh Lipsky, College Democrats and Chris Kuliach, College Republicans were in complete agreement that his visit was a constructive experience.

The students were pleased that they had a chance to ask the president of Iran some tough questions both agreeing that it was a positive experience for the students. They seemed unified describing the event as Americans, allowing their party affiliations to stay in the background. Then Nauert injected with the point about the ROTC being banned from campus forcing the College Republican to take her side. The College Democrat tried to clarify the ROTC distortion claiming that FOX News wasn't being fair.Nauert prevented him from making his point. When he tried to interrupt, she announced there was no more time.

Also recently the foxters went on and on about how the San Francisco Mayor's office was being unfair by not permitting the TV shoot for the marines, when they have granted permissions in the past to other productions. Well dickheads, how much clearer could the Mayor's office be - read between the lines. Guess if you could read between the lines you would know WE DON'T WANT YOU RUNNING THE COUNTRY ANYMORE. The one city in the U.S that is vociferous, why would they allow the filming of a commercial to help you recruit more young americans when the country is blue in the face asking for an end to the (staged) war. It's time to drop the curtains and no there will not be any curtain calls, thank you very much!

Every morning I wish I had the right to vote. In an environment like this every vote DOES count, or not I suppose if you are recounting in the state where your brother is a governor. It is my plea, spread the word, take the day off and go vote, lets make a change, its about fuckin' time! The future of the country depends on it, the future of the world depends on it - remember that when the U.S sneezes the world catches a cold.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Feist : 'I Feel It All' Video

August Trip to NYC - Gone Fishing



One of the highlights from my last Gotham trip was a late nite fishing expedition with Miles' buddy, the inimitable and irrepresible Captain Victor. CV is Miles' neighbor and frequent partner in crime, and after a fabulous, boozy BBQ (steaks, portobello mushrooms and fennel all done on the grill) he up and says 'who wants to go fishing?' Well, I was the only taker and off we went to his local fishing hole on City Island (The Bronx). The not-terribly-flattering picture above was taken a couple of hours later...

Feist -- Lyrics for 'I Feel It All'

....So Ive been getting more and more into this alt-folk singer Feist after hearing a couple of odd but engaging tracks last year...then all of a sudden she shows up as the goofy pop girl on the new iPod Nano commercial (the song is '1234'). Her new album has a couple of tracks that have absolutely killer lyrics. My favorite is 'I Fell It All' which, as Soo Young says, is both beautiful and brave. I guess whats most moving for me is how eerily close this poetry is to my own bittersweet take on love lost and regained, hopefulness and the chance for redemption.

Here it is:


Artist: Feist
Album: The Reminder (2007) Buy The Reminder (2007) CD
Lyrics: I Feel It All

I feel it all I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide the wings are wide
Wild card inside wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gone

I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I'm wanna win the war

No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in a fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make

I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one to break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it thought you started it

The truth lies
The truth lied
And lies divide
Lies divide

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

In Gandhi's footsteps


Gives new meaning to the oft overlooked phrase "Doing time"...

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Good on you SF


San Francisco to Offer Care for Uninsured Adults

By KEVIN SACK (NY Times)
Published: September 14, 2007
SAN FRANCISCO — Since contracting polio at age 2, Yan Ling Ho has lived with pain for most of her 52 years. After she immigrated here from Hong Kong last year, the soreness in her back and joints proved too debilitating for her to work.
That also meant she did not have health insurance. Not wanting to burden her daughter, who was already paying her living expenses, Ms. Ho delayed doctors’ visits and battled her misery with over-the-counter medications.
“Sometimes the pain was so bad, I would just cry,” she said. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
Last month, unable to bear her discomfort any longer, Ms. Ho went to North East Medical Services, a nonprofit community clinic on the edge of Chinatown, and discovered to her delight that she qualified for a new program that offers free or subsidized health care to all 82,000 San Francisco adults without insurance.
The initiative, known as Healthy San Francisco, is the first effort by a locality to guarantee care to all of its uninsured, and it represents the latest attempt by state and local governments to patch a inadequate federal system.
It is financed mostly by the city, which is gambling that it can provide universal and sensibly managed care to the uninsured for about the amount being spent on their treatment now, often in emergency rooms.
After a two-month trial at two clinics in Chinatown, the program is scheduled to expand citywide to 20 more locations on Sept. 17.
Whether such a program might be replicated elsewhere is difficult to assess. In addition to its unique political culture, San Francisco, with a population of about 750,000, has the advantages of compact geography, a unified city-county government, an extensive network of public and community clinics and a relatively small number of uninsured adults. Virtually all the city’s children are covered by private insurance or government plans.
At the bustling North East Medical Services clinic, where the staff and the signs are multilingual, doctors and nurses are trying to build trust with patients who may have last sought treatment from an herbalist. Families crowd the elevators, as teenagers help parents and grandparents navigate the system. Patients like Ms. Ho say they hope their access to the clinic’s services will bring them independence, and a chance to work.
Healthy San Francisco provides uninsured San Franciscans with access to 14 city health clinics and 8 affiliated community clinics, with an emphasis on prevention and managing chronic disease. It is, however, not the same as insurance because it does not cover residents once they leave the city.
After a phased start-up, the city plans to bring private medical networks into the program next year, expanding the choice of doctors. Until November, enrollment will be limited to those living below the federal poverty line ($10,210 for a single person; $20,650 for a family of four). Then it will open to any resident who has been uninsured for at least 90 days, regardless of income or immigration status.
Only then will city officials learn whether the program appeals to middle-class workers, who make up a growing share of the uninsured. And only then can they test whether San Francisco has the medical infrastructure to handle the desired increase in demand, and to do so without raising taxes.
So far, enrollment has exceeded expectations. The city projected that 600 to 1,000 people would sign up by the end of August. More than 1,300 did, even though officials have done little marketing. They hope to enroll about 45,000 people — more than half the city’s uninsured — in the first year. Some clinics are adding night hours and small numbers of workers.
“We really didn’t know what the interest level would be, so we’re very pleased,” said Mayor Gavin Newsom. “At the same time, we don’t want overexuberance yet because we don’t want to fall of our own weight.”
At the two pilot clinics, efforts are first made to qualify patients for Medicaid or other state and federal insurance programs. Those left over receive a Healthy San Francisco card that makes them eligible for primary care, dental exams, mental health and substance abuse services, hospitalization, radiology and prescription drugs.
Because the coverage is not portable, officials believe that people with private insurance will have little incentive to drop their policies to take advantage of the city’s cut-rate services.
Like Ms. Ho, many of those enrolling were already using the city’s health clinics — or the emergency room at San Francisco General Hospital — in times of acute need, like an asthma attack or stroke. About 57,000 of the 82,000 uninsured San Franciscans have used the city’s health system at some point.
But the new program hopes to persuade them to become regulars who regard their neighborhood clinic as a medical home. Once enrolled, patients are assigned a physician and encouraged to get blood pressure checks, mammograms and other screenings.
“We had a system that was not a system, and was based on episodic visits for chronic and acute care,” said Dr. Mitchell H. Katz, the city health director. “The idea that you should come get a cholesterol test, that didn’t happen.”
Nor was it uncommon for patients to ignore doctors’ orders because of cost. Before the program started in July, a clinic doctor had ordered X-rays and blood tests for Ms. Ho, but she never got them.
“Now I feel more comfortable coming in to get services and following the doctor’s instructions,” she said, speaking through an interpreter. She added that she recently had the recommended tests and is waiting for results.
The program was born of the city’s impatience with federal and state inaction, Dr. Katz said. In 1998, voters overwhelmingly endorsed universal access to health care in a citywide referendum. Over the years, city officials explored ways to provide universal insurance but, like other governments, could not figure out how to pay for it.
“What we did next was profound and simple,” said Mr. Newsom, who shepherded the program with Supervisor Tom Ammiano. “We asked a different question. We asked: How do we provide universal health care to all uninsured San Franciscans? And that one modest distinction allowed us to answer the question we hadn’t been able to answer for a decade.”
Tangerine M. Brigham, the program’s director, projects that it will cost $200 million the first year, and Mr. Newsom expects to finance it without a tax increase. The city already spends about that much on care for the uninsured, and that money will essentially be redirected to Healthy San Francisco.
The program was also selected by the state to receive a three-year federal grant worth $24 million a year for expanding access to care. And because enrollees are still uninsured, they remain eligible for state and federal benefits, like discounts on AIDS drugs.
Patients are asked to contribute nominal amounts through membership fees and co-payments that vary by income.
Those from families with incomes below the federal poverty line pay nothing. Those who earn more pay quarterly fees that range from $60 to $675, which is the rate for those with incomes above 500 percent of the poverty level ($51,050 for a single; $103,250 for a family of four). That is where the subsidy ends. The co-payments range from $10 to $20 for a clinic visit and from $200 to $350 for an inpatient stay.
A final financing mechanism has placed the program in legal jeopardy. To make sure the new safety net does not encourage businesses to drop their private insurance, the city in January will begin requiring employers with more than 20 workers to contribute a set amount to health care. The Healthy San Francisco program is one of several possible destinations for that money, with others being private insurance or health savings accounts.
Late last year, the Golden Gate Restaurant Association challenged that provision in federal court, arguing that it violates a law governing employer health benefits. A judge has scheduled a hearing for early November.
Mr. Newsom, a restaurateur and former member of the association, said the program would work only if accompanied by an employer mandate. But he said the city would have contingencies if it lost in court. “It may set us back,” he said, “but it’s not going to end this program.”

Thursday, September 13, 2007

NINA SIMONE sings on west 14th st nyc wild is the wind


Here's the Nina version I mentioned earlier...

David Bowie-Wild Is The Wind


Folks, check out Mr Bowie singing this stunning song, made popular by Nina Simone, but originally sung by none other than Johnny Mathis...I will be posting the NS versin after this one and it is absolutely beautiful...down tempo but uplifting and emotionally so naked...

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Dana Leong, y'all!!!

This artist represents everything I love in music....cello, trombone, reggae, world-music, multi-culti perspective...all seamlessly blended in a slick soul vibe....almost too much to hope for, but here it is...

BLACK & WHITE BY DANA LEONG (R&B FUNK HIP HOP CELLO TROMBONE)

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Maya Beiser - World To Come

No wonder the press has dubbed her "The Cello Goddess"...a feast for the eyes as much as for the ears!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

odysseus to park slope

The gritty F train's never been quite so beautiful...its gotta be the soundtrack

12th Street and 8th Ave, Park Slope, Brooklyn

Another one for you, Miss Deepa...

Park Slope Montage

For Miss Deepa, who's a bit homesick for our beloved Brooklyn!!!....

datin' ms. behavin' ~ Fireworks and Friendship

As of late ms. behavin' is in yet another dating quandary. Should she go for the gusto and get it on? Should she play it safe and keep it movin' on the next bloke? What to do...

----- Our chat on Tue, 10/7/07 1:58 PM -----
Asabamon (12:57 PM): hey
ms. behavin' (1:02 PM): hey you.
ms. behavin' (1:03 PM): did I tell you about my latest dating dilemma?
Asabamon (1:04 PM): no. do tell. are you on skype. should i call you?
ms. behavin' (1:04 PM): i'm not yet on skype
ms. behavin' (1:04 PM): maybe i should wait to tell you?
Asabamon (1:04 PM): forget that tell me now.
ms. behavin' (1:05 PM): so i have a very good friend for years, messed around a couple of times years ago, but just friends for many more
ms. behavin' (1:06 PM): recently he moved to BK. and finally opened up his new place with a couple of cook outs last week.
ms. behavin' (1:06 PM): since he moved to BK we hang out all the time. we hung out quite a bit before though too.
ms. behavin' (1:07 PM): so you may be asking, so what's wrong with this guy?
Asabamon (1:07 PM): i'm listening
ms. behavin' (1:08 PM): and i've told myself for the last couple of years...if only he were 2-3 inches taller--he's 5'8"
Asabamon (1:10 PM): ouch. that's a petit guy
ms. behavin' (1:10 PM): yeah, but has great style, great heart and is otherwise hot.
ms. behavin' (1:11 PM): so anyway. since i am closest to him and the new place i was the default co-host in a sense
ms. behavin' (1:12 PM): and i don't know about you, but something about entertaining with someone is a huge turn on--teamwork at its best...
ms. behavin' (1:13 PM): anyway after many drinks and a fun night had by all we succumbed to our own fireworks and messed around (no sex, just passion) on the 4th.
ms. behavin' (1:15 PM): so now, i'm conflicted because we're good. pretty much no issues in how we have interacted since.
ms. behavin' (1:16 PM): but I can't help but hear the voices "I think you all would be good together." echoing from my girlfriends at the party.
ms. behavin' (1:18 PM): I'm thinking leave it alone because there's only one way for this to go if it goes and that's a big committment. you got me.
ms. behavin' (1:18 PM): then on the other side there is a new pursuer on the page.
ms. behavin' (1:19 PM): tall dark and handsome. ghanaian guy up for the"chase"; stepping up the fliritng game. I just don't know him so well yet.
ms. behavin' (1:19 PM): what to do....
Asabamon (1:21 PM): one sec
Asabamon (1:31 PM): stay with the short guy.
Asabamon (1:31 PM): but be prepared for short kids
Asabamon (1:31 PM): something has to be said about the fact that you are good friends.
ms. behavin' (1:36 PM): lol. you are too funny. but the plan for the summer was to be wild and crazy and the tall guy is from ghana doesn't that count for something?
Asabamon (1:37 PM): wild and crazy is cool when you are 20, 21, 22, 23.
ms. behavin' (1:37 PM): and so do you think friend is playing it cool by not saying anything is putting the ball in my court
Asabamon (1:38 PM): not now.
Asabamon (1:38 PM): you are still cute as shit now. at 40 it'll be a different story. maybe i've gotten conservative. i don't know.
Asabamon (1:39 PM): i think you and him should have a vey candid conversation. no ultimatums just to say this is where my head is.
ms. behavin' (1:42 PM): me too. but i haven't had the nerve and like i said its going to be all or nothing.
ms. behavin' (1:42 PM): maybe just a few more dates with mr ghana?
Asabamon (1:43 PM): forget mr ghana? trust me you don't want complications. have a talk with the shortie (lol. get it) first then decide.
Asabamon (1:43 PM): ghana will only be a distraction.
ms. behavin' (1:45 PM): i knew you'd say that. actually you are the only one.
ms. behavin' (1:45 PM): others have said, don't screw up the friendship
Asabamon (1:46 PM): i'm the only smart one.
ms. behavin' (1:46 PM): ;p
Asabamon (1:46 PM): which is why you have a seriously candid talk about what it is you guys are doing.
Asabamon (1:46 PM): would it bother you if he started seeing someone serously?
Asabamon (1:47 PM): would it bother him if you did same?
ms. behavin' (1:47 PM): this is what we should be talking about right
Asabamon (1:48 PM): if you guys are going to remains "friends" then you need to cut out the benefits part and stop blocking so each of you can move on.
ms. behavin' (1:48 PM): at the end of the day i want us both to be happy. i already enjoy his company
Asabamon (1:49 PM): a lot to think about. ultimately, you want to be in love with your friend. if both parties are open and honest with feelings, it's the best thing.
ms. behavin' (1:50 PM): I think I'm still getting used to the physical part
Asabamon (1:51 PM): you crazy. it's 645pm. i'm going home. good luck and big kiss.
Asabamon (1:51 PM): hey your avatar looks just like you. style and all.
Asabamon (1:51 PM): so long.
ms. behavin' (1:58 PM): peace and thanks!

Monday, July 2, 2007

Choctal (!!!)


OK, so I just ate the world's most expensive ice cream. Was food shopping, minding my own business, and decided to get ice cream because its been so fucking hot here in cowtown Denver (several 100 degree days, and far too many 95+ degree days already!). Then...BAM!!!...I noticed the sale signs in the ice cream section and was just flabbergasted to see the offer: 2 pints for $10...yup, you read correctly-- 10 smackers. What kind of fucking sale is that, exactly? 10 bucks for ice cream? Anyway, my consumer outrage dissipated a bit as I read the label...pure chocolate from different regions, sourced locally, high quality and very pure, yadda yadda yadda.... But the last of said indignation was blown away when I actually ate the ice cream (pictured)....truly fucking amazing!!! Rich, creamy and bittersweet on the front end and then slowly, almost impreceptibly, sweetening on the back end. If you feel like wasting the MSRP of $6/pint, I strongly recommend that the chocolate lovers among you rush out and try this shit. Hell, its cheaper than dating, right?! LOL!!! Web: www.choctal.com
GSH

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Amy Winehouse -You Know I'm No Good

Amy Winehouse-Tears dry on their own on Jools Holland

Amy Winehouse Back to Black

Amy Winehouse - Rehab

OK...so Ive been listening to this gal for the last 6 months and am still quite taken with her voice...part Billie Holiday, part Ronettes part MJB in a sorta OG way. First of 4 videos coming right up...

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Shift Happens

Living in exponential times...gotta love it. GSH

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Adventures in babysitting

Just like the title suggests this weekend has been quite akin to a movie of the same name I remember seeing when I was in school.

It started out to be a quiet one away in Woolongong. As my sister put it "come along with us, what will you do home alone" which in parenting speak translates into "we need you to babysit". I gave in.

Didn't realize how much goes into a simple 2 day trip with a baby. My producing skills sure came in handy, and I was mocked at by my brother-in-law for the many lists that were drafted, re-written and then published.

Other than what I was asked to do I took care of the entertainment for Naina - made sure we had plenty of Tigger & Pooh videos on my laptop and all of her favorite music including the most important one, her bedtime music which has spiritual and calming chant tracks all in Sanskrit.

I will skip through and go straight to the adventures. Last evening Pooja & Karan leave to go for their seminar. I am chuffed with having rather quickly managed to put Naina to bed. While she is still on my lap I am debating in my head which would be a better entertainment choice tonight "House" or "Grey's Anatomy". Neither, she wakes up very suddenly, is upset because I am not her mum and does not recognize her surroundings. The screams get louder and tears more real and lo and behold I am covered in baby throw-up - she does not stop for quite a while and we both are covered from head to toe (and I spend an hour in the shower getting rid of the lovely un-escape like fragrance on me).

Thank God for cellphones but most importantly the silent mode on phones so mothers can be in seminars and still keep an eye on SOS calls from babysitters. Help arrives and all is good...

.... until today. We come back from a walk around town and I need to use the loo. Since the suite isn't 'naina-proofed' I am afraid to leave her by herself so decide to put her back in her pram. I keep talking to her so she knows I am still around. As I am washing my hands I hear her screaming and my heart begins to race. I jump out to find her stuck in her pram trying to get out of it, escape more like it (I forgot to strap her). I panic and this time my brother-in-law comes to the rescue calms the baby down and gets her out of the tangle. Phew!

The afternoon is uneventful!

But not for long. My princess wakes up from her afternoon nap and needs a nappy change. Simple enough. Done it many times before. It all goes smoothly until a moment's delay or pure bad luck if you ask me, and my niece is covered in her own pee because my hands were not swift enough to put the damn nappy under her in time. I somehow manage to get myself (and her) out of that mess.

A clean happy baby decides to make a nice day into an even more stressful one and topples a chair over herself while I am in the kitchen sterilizing her bottles(I swear I kept an eye on her). My agile body leaps into the air and across to the living area and manages to rescue her and hug her until she calms down.

That should have told me today is not my day. Take the rest of the day off Deepa!

Now I am running out of ideas to keep this very curious baby safe in a hotel suite that isn't the least bit baby-proofed. So I text my sister for help yet again. I am told to meet them half way between the hotel and the convention center so we can all get a bite to eat (I was thinking more on the lines of "House of Ale"). The thought excites me and I shift into fifth gear and zoom in and out of rooms grabbing everything I can think of that the baby might need and head downstairs.

A nice gentleman offers to help me with the pram down the few steps at the entrance while I hold Naina and the next thing I know is I am on the floor with a knee that is throbbing bad.

This is what happened. As I was coming down the steps, I slip and realize very quickly that any moment now we are going to hit the SUV at the foot of the steps. So in my mind I already know that I have to make sure nothing happens to the baby. In order for the baby to not leave my arms and get hurt I hold her real tight enveloping her and instead break the fall with my knee.

It was frightening until I loosened my arms and saw Naina smiling at me. Thank you Krsna! A lot of people came running toward me. A chair, blanket (its winter here) and ice pack were brought out immediately, but all I wanted to do was hand over the precious one to her rightful owners.

So my dear friends I am typing this post in my PJ's nursing a very bruised and swollen knee with a few extra strength painkillers (and I admit, a beer) in me.

So how many of you have I scared off (parenthood) with this post. If I have, this is what I will say, its all worthwhile just for that hug they give you when you are reading 'My first words' with them, or the smile they bring to your face when you see them sleeping in their cot with their tiny bottoms sticking in the air or the way they play with your hands as you are holding their bottle while they drink.

I would do it again!

Friday, June 15, 2007

Lost without "Lost"

A few of you know exactly what I mean. The few whom I emailed my "Lost" woes to. When I left New York, I wasn't bothered at all by the fact that Australia is half a season behind us coz I was so used to downloading episodes on Itunes given the crazy producer life I led. Not bothered until I didn't see "Lost" and "Grey's Anatomy" listed under TV shows and thus began a fervent research into why the fuck was Itunes doing that to me and I found this:

What about video content for my iPod?

Unlike American iTunes users, Australians don't have access to Disney and Pixar movies such as Pirates of the Caribbean and Toy Story. US-based shows such as Channel Seven's Desperate Housewives and Lost are also missing. Video content is limited to short Pixar animations, music video clips, and video podcasts. As far as television is concerned, you can download clips from shows like The Chaser's War On Everything, Nerds FC and Rove Live by subscribing to their video podcasts.

Aye aye aye!
Without dragging out my TV woes I will tell you this - Deepa where there is a will there is way Joshi managed to download the season finale and much more AND on Itunes. It's a secret ; )

I have to say Australia isn't too advanced technologically. I am faced with having to settle for DSL since internet through cable option is only for home owners not renters in apartments. They have crazy plans that have download caps depending upon your internet usage and if you go over your planned usage the speed slows down to dial-up speed until the beginning of the new billing cycle. (not like paying Time Warner Cable a monthly fee and you have internet and it is mad fast) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

After many emails and calls to Optus I have been told that I should go for the 60GB plan given my video and audio downloads. So now I have pinned down the neighborhood I want to be in, the cellphone and internet plans I will subscribe to, cable TV through Foxtel. I just need money to pay for all this and that comes with a job.

The search is on but nothing yet. I am going out of my mind. I know I know. I should enjoy this while I can but I am a restless soul with crazy energy. So I have been running a lot, and man do I miss my park (Prospect Park), another necessity, an alien concept here I am finding out. There are tons of playgrounds, every bloody corner you turn, makes you wonder - well they certainly are fertile.

After many a days of exploring I have finally nailed down a good course, one that has some climb to it too and nice looking houses. I can't complain, its the one time of the day I get totally to myself. My outing for the day unless you count the occassional trips to the local growers market. And without fail the manager steps out of his alcove to flirt with me, even when I am at my worst, in my joggers and trainers. I think he has Italian blood in him. For now I am happy with my friends Pooh, Tigger, Roo, Piglet and Buster.

Let me leave you guys with this thought. I want to make money, I want to make money doing what I love, I want to make more money than I made in New York. Right! Wrong. If you are making between $75K-$125K you pay 42% in taxes. Fucking hell!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

A Minute longer...

... the second time in my life this song plays in my head as the runway approaches. Maybe if we stay in the air my move may not be as real as it is. But I wasn't in the cockpit so we did touch down!

It did feel good getting out of the air we all had been breathing for 14+ hours and stretch those long legs (don't even think it Leigh Scott, I am a woman with long legs, as much as you would like to think you are taller than me!). Walking down the airport reminded me of the Geico "Airport" commercial. I followed the signs that said "visitors" even though I am migrating. Will I ever call any country my own? Not quite sure yet????

I will give it to the Australian version of the INS, unlike the U.S Homeland Security (ooh I am scared) that even at 7am in the morning every desk had an immigration officer so even though the queue was long it didn't take much time until I found myself at the baggage carousel.

I anchored myself to a corner and awaited my bags each weighing more than 75 pounds. I had marked them with red and gold tags so I did spot them, but I wish I hadn't, they were bloody heavy and not a chivalrous man in sight. Seriously, I was told so much about aussie men, where the fuck are men when you need them? I managed somehow, damaging my already messed up back in the bargain. I begin to push the trolley and bam, all my bags are on the floor right in front of an officer. My request for help with the bags was instanly denied "the laws here do not allow us to touch passengers bags" I was told. Her statement made America under George Bush seem like Dalai Lama's Dharamsala to me. Oh well deeps you are on your own again! Just as I said that a dog came sniffing my bags, made me wonder if what Dr. Goldberg gave me was indeed ambien, did knock me out for most of the flight!

Oh Krsna, totally forgot about the stringent Australian quarantine laws. An officer asked me if I had anything to declare in my "very few" bags, should have said "my freedom", instead I volunteered "just gluten free crackers officer".

All my woes were dissolved instanly like alka seltzer in water as soon as I saw Naina, my gorgeous 11 month old (soon to be 1) niece.

Friday, June 8, 2007

Baby Rohan and Anya Arrive to Proud Parents!


One of my best male friends, Ishwari, and his wife, Sladana, were blessed with healthy twins yesterday around 9PM New York time!!! One is a boy and one a girl, weighing 5.7 and 5.5 pounds respectively. Their names are Rohan (after the famed West Indies cricketeer) and Anya (which has positive connotations in both Sanskrit and Serbian....what an amazing cultural mix!). Parents and newborns are fine and resting up for the long haul ahead...

How fucking fabulous is that, no?!!!! [beaming]

Blessings to us all, indeed. :)

GSH

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Land of the aboriginies-Getting there

Almost 15 hours of flying time it read on the screen in front of me. Thank Krsna for all the junky magazines my friends gave me, all the "House" and "Lost" Episodes I downloaded to my ipod and the ambien Dr. Goldberg prescribed.


I have gotten travelling this sector, JFK-SFO-SYD, down to a science. This was the 3rd trip I made in less than six months. Yup, sure do have many a miles now, except that the airlines always make it crazy hard to bloody use them. Apparently my ticket was ineligible for an upgrade to business class. Atleast reinvent the usage of miles - how about use miles to pay for excess baggage - so people like me who usually have a whole bag full of shoes or this time around 3 BIG bags of all the clothing I could possibly fit into the bags, since I moved to Sydney 2 weeks ago to start a new adventure (boy little did I know it will literally be one, more on that later).


My charm did not work this time around with the check-in agent. I guess the fatigue, 4 weeks of running around to wrap up 8 years of my life in NYC, showed on my face. He finally took pity and moved me around to another seat in a row where there were 3 empty seats next to me. Boy did that make me happy but also brought out the nasty side of me (a side I never see or even like). This new (mean) person spread all her stuff, neck pillow, books, jacket on every seat so it looked occupied so no one would steal them away from her. She even looked through some college kids who struck a conversation with me at the gate worried that the fellow "Lost" fan would come and plonk himself next to her for the duration of the flight.


Rewind: As we waited for the flight to be brought in from the hangar - passengers started conversations with fellow travellers and thats when I met these kids - they were headed to various parts of Australia for a vacation. The jokes were endless - none of them had ever stepped foot outside of the United States and the longest flight they had ever flown was from Boston to San Francisco. Our flight was delayed because of a technical failure and of course that led to the "Lost" fan saying - "this ain't good, the Oceanic flight that crashed was on its way from Sydney to Los Angeles". Not funny I thought, I had my reasons to not participate in conversation about crashes but I kept them to myself.


Fast Fwd: Much itv, 3 movies, few pages of a book and an ambien later I wake up and decide to walk around, stretch, brush my teeth and use the loo before the inhabitants of the plane arise and the loos start to resemble the ones on Indian trains.


A vegetarian breakfast and a few tears later (it finally hit me as we started our descent into Sydney that I had just left behind a life I love so much and people I love so much), we land at Kingsford Smith International Airport.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Zoe Keating - The Legions

So SY's gift inspired me to see what else might be out there in terms of classical music with a pop, indie or modern sensibility. I pinged around my people a bit and behold!...a friend on Myspace sent me some info on an avant-cellist named Zoe Keating. Part Laurie Anderson (cello), part Cocteau Twins (hipster dreadlocks), part Tori Amos (symbiosis with her instrument) and part Michael Nyman (lush hypnotic soundscapes)....shes a creative force all her own. And the music is elevating, transporting, transcendent, mesmerizing, and can inspire a range of emotions far too numerous to be adequately described in my humble blog...it must be experienced. And I cant wait for her to come back through town...apparently she played the fox Theater in Boulder in Summer '06. Website: www.zoekeating.com

[You MUST listen to "The Sun Will Set" gorgeous sound, gem-like]

Rachel's - Water From the Same Source

Hey Miss Soo Young, check out this video from Rachel's....its so fucking beautiful it kinda hurts a little! Thanks for sharing Rachel's with me.

GSH

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Birthday 2 - Ladies & Gentlemen, Baby Talia is in the Building

OK, so my first girlfriend ever in life (ah....Junior High School....) had her first baby about 7 months ago, and Baby Talia is turning out to be every bit the talented diva her mom, Toni, has been since we were kids growing up together.

The link below is to a YouTube snippet wherein Baby Talia, ever the consummate professional, and with perfect pitch and timing, accompanies her mom in the chorus of Minnie Ripperton's classic love song, Loving You." The torch is most assuredly passed...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0TCx0jGimA

If you dont think this is cute, please feel free to call the coroner yourself, as you are legally dead.

Much love,

GSH

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Birthday 1- Soo Young Rocks Classical Music Hard


Miss Soo Young and I spent the afternoon and early evening together celebrating our birthdays as well as Mother's Day. What an amazing strong independent person and how lucky am I to have this friendship!!??


Over dinner, I collect my birthday contraband....I'm not all that fond of receiving surprises. [Long story, we can chat on this later] But it just goes to show how rich and right life can be when you let it unfold...


Over the table she passes me a pretty wrapped package. Its a CD, but I couldnt have known how beautiful and expansive both her intention and the music would be. Flowing, emanating and insistent string music....absolutely stunning. Reminds me so much of Michael Nyman and the seriousness of his modern classical perspective combined with the indie rock insistence and emotional nakedness in the poetry of Arcade Fire or maybe Band of Horses or Cat Power(?)...hard to convey fully.


The band's called The Rachel's. [the possessive apostrophe is kinda important as theres actually some dumb rock band from Texas named "The Rachels"] The album she gifted me is Systems/Layers. Basically, its serious classical music imbued with the urgency of indie rock and the dark emotionalism of gothic-inspired strings. At times it seems more like dark cabaret. All that darkness must be from their Kentucky upbringing. No shit, theyre really from Kentucky!Here's their myspace site:
http://www.myspace.com/rachelsqrewrqwerq


But to hear more than just their most recent album, here's the Amazon site:
http://www.amazon.com/Rachel

Friday, May 11, 2007

Miss G.




One interesting addendum to the Columbia Invades Wine Country post....


Miss G., seen here kissing a baby manta ray in the Bahamas. Which she described as feeling like a large, wet portobello mushroom. I think Ive had a similar tactile experience but, uhm, it wasnt a sea creature...[evil to the Nth degree grin]


She's Chief Scientist of DeLoach Vineyards....a real life & genuine rocket scientist....and possesses Kate Hepburn beauty, wit, grace and , yes I damned well said that (neck-shaking aplenty)...MOXIE! She likes Johnny Cash (she mentions Ring of Fire at dinner, explaining the unseemly STD reference and all) and thinks men are afraid of strong, smart women (quite possibly true, m'dear)....I sent her the Band of Horses album as a thank you card...


Hmmmm....[chin stroke, though not quite lascivious. Yet.]


GSH

More Blogs I Love....

OK, this one's not nearly as groovy and I-got-it-goin'-AWN as The Sartorialist, but its damned good....and SF is certainly a favorite haunt of mine, now isnt it? :)

http://fashioni.st/

GSH

Oh My God, I Love This Blog!

http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/

[Arms crossed, b-boy like. Guttural chuff] 'Nuff said...its so damned righteous and dead on point, it drives me crazy!!!!

GSH

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Dinner

March 5th 2007, dinner at the Millenium in San Francisco. My first outing in months! Here I am trying to remember what it was like to spend an unscheduled few hours without thinking about the California bar exam.

My brother, perhaps just as relieved as me, celebarting in kind with me.










Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Columbia Invades Wine Country!




The first Annual Columbia Alumni Association event in Sonoma at the Deloach hospitality chalet. Sounds fabulous....but it began as a series of total mishaps, miscomms and misadventures. Perhaps thats not so unusual in the annals of human collaboration and the yoking together of disparate personalities. But it was daunting nonetheless. And frankly, up until a few days before the day of the event, I really didnt think we would pull it off. Hah! Just goes to show how much emanates from laying back a bit and trusting in life, its ebb and flow for sure, but its basic, enduring goodness. A Grand Success!!
Stuart and his glib, New York-ese inflected intellectualism. Greg and his folksy, brainy approach to the timeless art of winemaking. Ginny and her unexpected radiance she brings to scientific (biodynamic) farming. Jean Charles and his hale fellow well met Gallic charm...who happened to be wearing the same navy blue blazer and pink shirt outfit....how funny indeed! And most unexpectedly of all...All those brash, independent Columbia alums doing something one never would have forseen...actually engaging with and enjoying one another!
Next step: More events in NY, Chicago, DC, Pittsburgh etc and (drumroll please...) launching The Columbia University Wine Club . Out of the frying pan and into the fire...



Monday, April 16, 2007

Easter 2007- resurrection for real





































Easter 2007-- all about faith, resurrection and joy, huh?...how very fucking appropriate...
Today started off as a terrible grey day, with Chery very upset over the grisly death (eaten by semi-feral dogs) of her beloved cat, Boris, and the tension between us as thick as toxic molasses. For most of the morning I felt trapped between wanting to reach through her immense sadness in some way, and then feeling like her (apparent) sense of entitlement was going to bring out the absolute worst in me...things that Ive worked hard to control, if not eliminate. Wanted to scream with the unhappiness, the helplessness of it all...

Dan came over later that morning , and we (along with Cheryl) drove out to Jana's home to pick up the antique Korean chest I had bought...beautiful piece, and perfectly suited for storing all those pesky cd's stashed in the last unpacked box from my recent move into the new loft. Made me happy....what a good little interior decorator I'd make, huh? Anyway, got some loving advice from Dan about the danger (to oneself) about being bitter, angry to people. Armed with this, I went back and had an open, positive discussion with Cheryl...

Cheryl rests for a while, the day unfolds in its own inexorable way....and she rallies as the day slips into early night. And her new positive energy (mine also?) absolutely changes the entire context around her, us. [I cant help thinking of the line from What the Bleep?: when you change the way you look at things, you change the things around you.]...
Dan stopped by first and we opened up some champagne...Happy banter...Cheryl starts planning for her fabulous meal, though for some reason we are all rooted to the slow easy pace as it seems to be unfolding. And, even though we all refuse to do a grocery run, Cheryl's culinary skills win out in the long run...she makes an amazing Tuscan feast using only random ingredients we had in the loft. Brava, ragazza, brava!!! Florence arrives, with her radiant smile and warm aura, and wows everyone with her terribly Indian kaftan/kurta thingy...mad style points for you Miss Florence! Then Deirdra comes with her quiet intelligence and curious mind. Shes stunning in her sexy librarian neo-geek black glasses. She stays way past her bedtime...

But who can blame her?...the evening has this organic quality about it and the laughter, joy and fun warms us all.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

A Venice State of Mind - 1


So Ive started in earnest planning to be in Venice from late Sept to early October.


This year is a Biennale year, so the entire worlds art will be on display in Venezia
http://www.labiennale.org/en/


Ive started putting out feelers among friends from Italy (Andrea + Claudia), friends who travel there frequently (Cheryl) and the most excitng wildcard....friends Im starting to meet online....Myspace, Nerve and who the hell knows what all else!


From these online sources Ive already met a Reggae/Dub collective that is based in Venice! (My Yardie relatives---you know who you are -- would be quite amused by this)

Moa Anbessa



And a slow food-esque type foodie group that specializes in....pork!!! Now hows that for great goddamned luck?



Wondering where the dialogue will lead, and am excited....

Third Law, Second Look

After lots of unplanned changes to our dinner logistics, I met up with Jason B, Deirdra and Cheryl at Royal Peacock in North Boulder--my favorite Indian joint in CO. Amazing food...gravy to die for (Indians, like Italians, call curries, masala, etc "gravy") and great specials that include exotic meats like Russian Boar

Without Lassen there I was the only common link between folks, so I did intros and pointed out common interests....travel and music, esp. Jason's interesting musical journey and his new opportunity to do a film score. As the food starts coming out, the conversation gets increasingly pre-verbal (grunts, moans, etc) and then as the entrees come to a climax the conversational regression hits a low point and becomes nonverbal altogether (head nods and wags, eye rolls, etc). Throughout, I can see out of the corner of my eye Shanti smoking cigs on the porch every 15 minutes or so. He's in a pretty quiet mood, or maybe I shouldve spent more time chatting with him when we arrived...I'm always surprised that he remembers me...

The snow has picked up momentum while we were eating...after a slippery drive to the Dairy Center, the Third Law dance performance was sorta underwhelming-- themes of immigration, love, lost and found memories, youth and aging, loss. Definitely some innovative movements and specific dance syntax...but overall a somewhat dull set of dances, inconsistent tone/polish. One major exception...The Box Dance!!! Amazing, even virtuoso, athleticism, humor and playfulness that didnt sacrafice the symbolism-- one's movement within the confines of life (love?fear? etc).
http://3rdlaw.org/

Late supper at The Med-- Soo Young joins and we make quite an eclectic and diverse group...I love that!!! Finance folks, creative folks, software & hardware engineers, PhD and musicians and dancers. Maybe theres hope for cowtown after all, huh? if such a group can spontaneously self-organize....Gigi, Dan, Deirdra, Cheryl, Jason, Jennifer. Much laughter, 2bottles of Rioja and empanadas and a pizza. Deirdra in particular strikes me as a person of note, whereas in our previous discussions (very fleeting and superficial, admittedly) that was not my feeling. Hmmmm...

While dropping off SY, I am pulled over and given the full DUI drill culminating in the dreaded breathylizer...all worked out in the end....seems I didnt drink all that much (2-3 glasses?) and the rest, well, my metabolism mustve taken care of...

NYC March 2007






















OK-so I just spent a week in New York...one of my regular trips back that somehow turned into one of these expansive experiences, filled with new people and new experiences. The memory, only a few days later, is sort of a blur, slightly shimmering...and happy to be sure...

Thurs- Afro Brazilian DJ set at Sullivan Room and 3am Supper at Employees Only. Ed, Taka, Dan, Gunilla

Fri- Dinner at one of those hipster places on Clinton/Rivington and birthday party at Backroom (nee Lansky Lounge). Megan, Jessica, Dan, Fernando, Ling, Madoka and a buncha Singaporean Chinese fashionistas, and the odd Japanese photographer.

Sat- Rich, Marie, Jakob and Valetta at the brownstone....playtime with the kids all afternoon. Dinner at 5 Points, Brazilian dance at Danspace, Sake at Decibel, supper at Brick Lane (and assorted illnesses and unexplained disappearances). End of the night was an improvissation of island beats and jungle fever-driven folks. Gotta love it...
Ish, Sladana (radiantly pregnant w/ twins!!!), Sue, Anita, Gunilla, Deepa, Tomoko, Taka, Florence

Sun- Brunch at Ici in Ft Greene--fucking babyfest of the first order! Playtime meets feeding time, sprinkled with small amounts of adult conversation. Drinks at Freres on Ludlow. Outernational at Knitting Factory. Lisa, Raouf, Toni, Tony, Florence, Dan, Rich, Andrea, Claudia, Megan, Tim (Robbins) and Susan (Sarandon)

Mon- Dan returns to CO. Russian baths all morning with Hari and then back to his daycare place where baby Uma and her fabulous 2yr old friends are whiling away the day with fingerpaints and afternoon snacks. Dinner with Madoka at Soy. Long lovely walk in the E.Village.

Tues- Business stuff. Packing. Back to CO. Good chat with Taka re JV oppty in the car on the way to LGA.