Where do the words go?

"I love that we are the same" said vanity to vanity.

When the clock strikes home, I disintegrate if you're not there.

My only complaint is that I have no complaints.

I love you, too.

Valentines Day.

I'm going to make it through this year, if it kills me.

I never made the requisite New Years goals and yadda yadda post for a reason.
I find them mundane and I don’t want to rush to make all these inane goals only to break them before the 31st of the same goddamn month.

But here is a truth:

I made one goal this year. It’s to learn to follow through. And I only mention it because little by little it’s happening.

Yes, I make big plans and do them- but the small things slip away.
How many to do lists discarded?
How many stories unwritten and unfinished?
How many dates made and canceled?
How many books started and left behind?

Hence, I can make it to Europe but not to an interview.

And this is my year. My year where I finish what I start
Cue- elliot smith “nobody broke your heart. You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start…”



I am a mess of music and musings.
Always a mess.

But this mess made it through a 10 day silent meditation despite losing it- castaway style- on the 3rd day and playing silently with sock puppets.

This mess didn’t eat meat till the end of January, and somehow still got enough protein.

This mess put on her first business casual Annie Hall outfit, wore pearl earrings, taught a faux class for her NY Teaching Fellows interview, and didn’t throw up.

This mess skied the impossible un-groomed back of a Colorado mountain, wiped out, and got back up.




And mostly, this mess likes a girl who she won’t drop for something newer and fancier -mostly because there is nothing fancier- but also because it’s time to give something real a chance.

Enough: early abortions. early withdrawals. early terminations.
We stop things before we do them. It’s a fear of failure. Laziness. Procastination. Distraction. Facebook.

I want to grow, full bloom.

I can feel growth in my bones.

This mess is going to do things and tell about them.

I am doing things.

An article my darling friend Bianca interviewed me for (photo credit to Sinead).
Read all of it here.

Plus, Lenora and I (reppin' the lowbrow society for the arts) are doing installations for this:

Excitement is in the air.

Vagabond

I've been all over.
Boston.
Providence.
Silent Meditation in the outskirts of Mass.
Back in Brooklyn.
In a bed in Manhattan.
Home to DC.
and currently: just arrived in Colorado, ready to ski for three days.

I hop towns, living in cars + buses+ bikes.
Crossing state lines + bridges during sunset.
I hold on to my luggage, my sense of self, a girl's hand, your sanity, a drink.

So much is happening and soon.
A valentine's rave. A partner in crime. An article. A conference.

Try to remember this:
Anitcha. Impermanence. Nothing lasts forever. Live, now.