“Honey, if you can’t handle the ash get out of the city because we’re on fire.”—My roommate was standing next to a fabulous blonde who was smoking on a street corner in midtown yesterday when some tourist started blatantly coughing. This is how she responded. (via avenyc)
“Right now I’m finishing up the Keith Richards autobiography. The great test of any memoir is that the author’s life has to be more interesting than the reader’s life. He passes that test with flying colors, although the bar is rather low in my case.”— Malcom Gladwell: What I Read
Racks of cheap bridesmaid dresses make me break out into a cold sweat. Thankfully this doesn’t apply to cute ones, a la my sister’s choice
I’m overly nostalgic when it comes to music
Pretty sure the Meatball Shop stole my hip hop mix from high school
If you’re from Ukraine, there is a slightly paranoid schizophrenic woman from Long Island who can help you apply for Medicare. She prefers to meet at Starbucks
When group texting, always put your phone on silent as the volume of texts may annoy other coffee shop patrons
3-way texting is just as fun as 3-way calling but without the uncertainty that your crush might be silently listening to you go on and on about how cute he looked in home room yesterday. Sigh, 6th grade was so hard
Cell phones cause brain cancer…maybe…kind of…possibly…not really sure…
April showers better bring May flowers otherwise I might just lose my cool. Yea I’m talking to you Mother Nature. Get it together
“At midnight, the smell of stir-fried pork bellies was wafting through the Mission district. There was live music, liquor, bouncers, a disco ball — and a line waiting to sample hundreds of delicacies made mostly on location, among them bacon-wrapped mochi (a Japanese rice paste) and ice cream made from red beets, Guinness and chocolate cake.”—
“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.” -Lady Gaga”—I know this is an old quote but I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently, along with how glad I am to still be in New York. (via taylorlorenz)
I recently finished A Visit from the Good Squad by Jennifer Egan and to say I was unnerved by the story is an understatement. The book is about a group of people whose lives intertwine over the years (but not in obvious ways), and the way they change as a result of time and experiences.
I finished the book with chills and thoughts about growing old and why it scares me so much. It’s not for reasons of silly vanity or the impeding responsibility of adulthood; what scares me the most is losing that feeling of being invincible. Losing that spark that tells me the world is mine for the taking, it’s just asking me to grab hold of it and be who I want to be. What if I lose that drive? What if I succumb to a life of repetitive mediocrity? What if I decide that’s good enough for me? It’s not; I don’t want it to be. I don’t want to be a caricature of some banal existence and allow myself to settle.
When I face the world today I feel like the possibilities are endless. I possess the arrogant notion that I will succeed at whatever I want to do and I’m terrified not that it’s not true, but that I’ll stop believing it’s true. As time goes on, are you forced to challenge your convictions and temper back your ambitions?
I finished the pages of Egan’s book and I just sat there, transfixed with fear that it’s all just going to slip away. What if time takes everything away from me? What if my naïve belief in myself diminishes over the years? I wouldn’t even be able to recognize myself without that ingenuous glint and the need to live a life with unfettered imagination.
I guess there isn’t an answer to all of this. There isn’t an easy way to tackle the fear of losing yourself and being taken under by the goon squad. And there isn’t even a way to know it’s happening to you until it’s done. You can only resolve to wake up each morning and remember that the world is worth having. Every high and every low is worth your attention and your indulgence, and most importantly every piece of it can be yours.
“ "With each post, each tap of the screen, each drag and click,” he confesses, “I am becoming a different person—solitary where I was once gregarious; a content provider where I at least once imagined myself an artist; nervous and constantly updated where I once knew the world through sleepy, half-shut eyes … With each passing year, scientists estimate that I lose between 6 and 8 percent of my personality." ”—
I’m in surprisingly good spirits considering that so far this morning I dropped my umbrella in a puddle while spilling coffee down my coat, right after I picked up the wrong drink from the Starbucks drink bar and mistakenly purchased a bagel on free-bagel-Friday.
I guess the real fool is the one who can’t laugh at himself.