You know those friends who are closer to family than friends? The kind of people you can pick right back up with after a week or a year?
My dear friend Corey who I lovingly call my “little brother” is just that.
He’s living a crazy adventure in Connecticut right now, but visits Brooklyn every weekend to play a gig, write music, or record. On a weekend where I was feeling a little bit blue, I’m so, SO, thankful that we got to spend time together. It’s just what I needed.
New Sam Smith! Can’t wait to see him here in NYC in September.
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
Was it Carrie Bradshaw who said that the best part of living in New York City was leaving it? I think it was, but regardless, whoever said it was on to some thing.
Two weeks ago on a stormy Thursday night, me and 4 girlfriends hopped into a borrowed car (thanks Matt and Jenny!) and headed north. It rained all night, which made for an interesting drive, especially for people not used to driving or being in a car for longer than a quick taxi or Uber ride. When we reached Rae’s family house in Dennis, Massachusetts, it was about 2:00 AM and we promptly passed out.
The next morning we woke up and the rain had still not passed, making for a gloomy 4th of July. Nevertheless, we made the best of it: We took a walk to the beach, picked up groceries, and watched Brazil get knocked out of the World Cup at a local bar. That evening with tropical storm Arthur in full force, we were relegated to hanging out around the house to a very un 4th of July dinner of Asian Summer Rolls, drinking Rose and bourbon lemonades, and chatting until the power went out and forced us to call it a night.
Saturday morning greeted us with sunshine, so we celebrated with peanut butter stuffed french toast and beers in the back yard. Collectively we decided that July 5th was actually July 4th and no one could tell us any different. Our Independence Day was complete with a full day at the beach, a a bbq that night, and fireworks and sparklers on the beach at dusk.
For someone who once lived in Hawai’i and prefers the texture of sea salt drenched hair, being at the beach but not diving in was an odd experience, but one that was a blessing in itself. I caught up on reading, I relaxed fully, and I still had an amazing time with some wonderful friends.
I can’t wait to do it again next year.
A Wednesday and a Sunday last week:
- James and Carey waiting for Ricky to park the car. Casually just standing there.
- The guys of Carbon Mirage doing what they do at Muchmores
- Me and this motley crew at Radegast for the the World Cup finals. If you’re going to cheer for Germany, you might as well do it at a German beer hall.
- Liters and Beards for these Bushwick boys.
- GERMANY WON!
My analog shutter snapping slowed down a bit this spring after I injured my knee. I managed to snap a few photos here and there while inching along slowly on crutches, but being physically limited put a cramp in my style, literally. Being that this is my project and my rules, I figured that I’d eventually be up and walking and able to finish the roll. And I did!
There’s a vibrance and life in these photos; Spring is undeniably here, its friend Sun has returned, and something about that just makes my heart swell.
Unlike the last two rolls, this was a Kodak 39 exposure camera versus a 27 exposure Fuji. I also had the prints developed at a proper photo studio versus the 1-hour CVS. I’m going to try to give Kodak and the film lab another go around and see if the quality matches this round. I think they happen to be a tad better.
I’ve never pulled a tarot card or had a reading, but yesterday at #tplusp’s Summer Hiatus I pulled one out of the middle of the deck at random and received a card perfect for my circumstance. It’s as if God was trying to reinforce the messages that have been swirling in my head as of late.
[In readings, the Hanged Man reminds us that the best approach to a problem is not always the most obvious. When we most want to have our own way, that is when we should sacrifice. When we most want to act, that is when we should wait. The irony is that by making these contradictory moves, we find what we are looking for.
The main lesson of the Hanged Man is that we “control” by letting go - we “win” by surrendering. The Hanged Man tells us that we can “move forward” by standing still. By suspending time, we can have all the time in the world.
—surrendering to experience
—being vulnerable and open
—giving up control
—accepting God’s will
—seeing from a new angle
—doing an about-face
—pausing to reflect
—taking time to just be
—giving up urgency
—going one step back to go two steps forward]