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Who promised you tomorrow?

“Bad habits are easier to abandon today than tomorrow.”

– Yiddish Proverb
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[#684]: Adele’s “Someone Like You” (from her home)

The first time I heard this song, was February of this year. Sung in the Clear Channel’s studio, in a small room with about 99 other fans of her voice. My good friend Justine surprised me and it could have been one the best experience’s of my life. When she sang this song, I did my best to hold back the tears because it blew threw every emotion possible. While everyone else, including Justine, were sobbing like little biddies. Cue me sobbing like a little biddy half an hour later. My friend Chandra said when she listens she even made up stories to relate to it, because Adele’s songs just make you feel within something, anything. Any who, this song alone is my favorite from her album, which is really hard to choose from. But the story alone makes it easy.

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[#535] :The Bicycle Rules

Here in New York City contains a park that holds memories of the greatest pioneers on earth, magical fountains surrounded by gondolas and homeless strangers just looking for a bite. It covers trees of importation, dreamers longing for inspiration and the fair skinned inhabitants looking for kisses from the sun. On Saturday we rented bikes and took a stroll thru Central Park. The ride questioned my strength at times. A slow climb, is a tough climb; your path goes where your eyes follow; let go and be free to fly. The path whispered many tales I’ve heard before and that I’m living while now in this tall city. I wander to strawberry fields and find myself painting pictures from love songs. “Starting Over” whistled thru the trees. I’m tired at times to hear covered melodies of legends, whose originals stopped birds in flight to lay in peace and enjoy. Just enjoy. Was John Lennon a mere memory implanted in my mind, that I never met or lived, to simply gain the appreciation of the times and revelry of a dreamer? It could be sheer insanity to question his existence, yet in all actuality, thats what we do, revel in the absence of a stranger. Love the longing for something no longer belonging to us or the world. Art Appreciation 101. Yes there is something about this city. And there is something about inspiration. Whether you will hunt it down like a dog in heat simply looking for a puddle to bear his burden of a heavy coat. Or if you sit by the beach, pay rent for a grain of sand that you took pictures of, put days of work on the shelf to fly cross country for, then pay it no homage or respect once it is there daily at your doorstep. Treasure every moment, the beaten untrammeled paths tells “live for livings worth”. Be here on the steps and be within the creation for the art you can appreciate within yourself. You are one with all and to be one with anything else but yourself and the beauty around you is a sin.

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[#364]: The River Garden

On Valentines day weekend when I came to visit the city, I roamed about and found this amazing array of flowers in the farmers market @ Union Square. These flowers were so unique, new, and gorgeous. It was also the first day I saw snow since I was the height of the flower baskets themselves. A truly magical day. I never grabbed the name of who manifested these creations but thanks to Google I now know it’s by The River Garden. They get their flowers from their farm located in South Cairo, New York . The owners are Farmers Market Sweethearts and their love is definitely seen in the displays.

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[#317]: Alcoholics Branded

I’m glad Ramona, an obvious belligerent drunk, gets her own wine. She is highly entertaining, but she is still a drunk who constantly ruins public events, while her friends scoot away and silently making the “this bitch is nuts face” in the background. Usually a face like this:

This bitch now how has alcohol with her name on it. I’m not talking about any glass of Pinot Grigio in the 3 Mile radius (which she will latch every tentacle out to grab) but an actual wine brand. This makes plenty of sense. Next Tigers Blood by Charlie Sheen, Crack Cocaine by Courtney Love, and Everything But the Kitchen Sink [actually toss that sink in] in a pill format by L.Lohan for your very own purchase.

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[#200] Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Most likely, going to be the place I call home soon.

  • Artist Friendly: Artists & Fleas
  • Rent Friendly.
  • I get instant street cred once saying “I’m from Brooklyn”
  • The L is extremely convenient and the Ny Times named it the most romantic subway line: Love Train Goes to Williamsburg
  • JCAM Friendly
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[#196]: SATC Episode#66 “I Heart NY”

The other day before I went out to explore the city, Sex and the City came on the television. Thank God for re-runs because this is possibly my favorite episode. It’s when Carrie finds out abruptly that Big is moving to Napa, abruptly. He didn’t even tell her and now she has a day and half to say goodbye. Bastard. Coincidentally, the writers made the episode to be a love letter to NYC and it aired right after the attack on 9/11.

It has my favorite scene…

my favorite quote…

“Maybe mistakes are what make our fate… without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart… and if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away”

and a beautiful note to New York at the end of the show:

“Dedicated to our city of New York, then, now and forever.”

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[#195]: Fran Lebowitz, My Hero

After watching the HBO Special, “Public Speaking”, I realized that I am, or am on my way to becoming, Fran Lebowitz.


  • In one way or another, I am a Jewish woman. Not that this is a defining factor of Fran, but indeed, her sense of humor is of guilt, judgement, and straight forward non-give-a-fuckery. Lots of Hebrew-womandom tenses there. And you know what they say, Jamaicans are black Jews.
  • She’s funny, I think that in some ways, when my brain fart goes amiss and word vomit has its way, I can make someone laugh.
  • Misanthropy, when googled and wikipedia-ed, might be my new religion. She did not indeed pronounce herself as a follower of the notion, but I’m sure if approached and a chapel was built under the belief, she in fact would be the high priestess.
Fran was, and still is, cooler than cool. She’s Old New York, she wrote for Interview magazine as appointed by Andy Warhol, and Scorsese adores her. Indeed, her package is not as appealing as Jolie’s or Halle’s but she is truly an icon.
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[#137]: You’ve Got M@il

Yesterday I was lucky enough to spend the day in Central Park with a friend. Perfect day for a walk or cross country voyage when we ended up walking 50 blocks straight into Harlem. Either way, we relaized we both shared a common bond: You’ve Got Mail.

My obsession for romantic comedies has led me down some scary paths in life. The Break Up. Ira & Abby. Somewhere. There are plenty of movies that simply because they lie under the genre, I will make sure of it to lie in bed or on my couch, for hours and watch them back to back before finding a true Gem.

When it come to You’ve Got Mail it is a diamond in the bin of $5 Dollar movies at Walmart if you are lucky enough to find it.

The ingredients which make it work:

The Setting: NYC

The Characters: Writers, Book Store Owners, Greedy Entrepreneurs, New Yorkers

Quotes like…:

	--Don't you love New York in the
	fall?  It makes me want to buy school
	supplies.  I would send you a bouquet of
	newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your
	name and address.  On the other hand,
	this not knowing has its charms.

Meg Ryans Desk in General:

I love a good desk.

Also, every time I watch the movie, it never fails to make me cry at this exact moment.
This is the perfect set up for a romantic comedy ending.
The part where they realize they are crazy about each other, the right song plays, light breaks in, the shot pans high, and the movie dims on them kissing.
A Recipe for emotional disaster. Enjoy.

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