edited + art by val freire, my small s'elf.
with assistance from Crystal (age 15), Veronica (age 14), Grace (8), Vanessa (5) and especially Aria (age 8) whose hand-writing is now much improved.
Made in 7 days.
Builder of Worlds. Mixer of Drinks. Teller of Tales. Breaker of Limbs. Wielder of Colors. Maker of Runes. Fixer of Stuffs. Thanks for asking and you? =D
"Being born and raised in New York, but nowhere near Manhattan, gives a kid a skewed perspective of the term 'Hometown'. Things are still that "Larger Than Life" sort of big but never glamorous, still over-bright and siren-loud but somehow tuned to a different frequency, where the only constant is change. From that stems the weirdest sense of homesickness for a place you still live. But there is a bitter-sweetness to it. And there is an endlessness to it. Fast and fierce and furious as this town can be, you stick around long enough you learn 'keeping up' isn't the answer. Sometimes letting it overwhelm, just letting it flow is the only way to really be.
I left NY when I was 15. Sick to shit of it. Did the wanderlust tour of 30 homes in 3 years; London, London's much preferred bastard brother LIVERPOOL, Ballintoy, Paris, Montreal, San Francisco, Seattle, Colorado, Ohio, Virginia, well,... I'll stop there cuz the list gets pretty effin' long.
But I missed New York, functioning anywhere else was work, New York just flows. I didn't mean to come back; I just stopped over from Los Angeles the morning of 9/11. It seemed the universe, the world, the city herself had grounded me.
For a year after 9/11, on my new queen-size bed in my new four-story walk up, I'd lay for hours, dangling my head back to look thru the window up at the broad hi-rise stapled sky and watch planes fly by, willing them to not fall.
Maybe we all did that, I don't know. I still travel, lots, but because the city needs me, I come home."
Firstly; its not meant to be me in this drawing; W posed dramatically for me, hence the adorable weirdness of it.
And B;This outfit does not exist, because 1) it would cost a fortune and 2) only an idiot would wear it… and the day this idiot can afford to dress like an ‘Ostentatious Monochromatic Vagabond’ is the day I die, meaning I’d like to buried in this :D
And that, as they say, is All Folks! I’ve got a plane to catch.
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I have the peculiar and apparently "inherently hard-headed" privilege of being born both 'Year of the Ram' as well as an Aries.
Newly 18, alone, jobless, homeless + soul-sick; I got on a bus with no destination. Several thousand miles + 14-days later this amethyst was gifted to me by an amazing someone who I'll never forget, I'll never really know + I'll never meet again.
That was a lifetime ago ...yet today, like any day I could be alone, jobless, homeless + aimless... never soul-sick. Well, never so much a good bout of wanderlust won't fix. And I never travel without this.
@7 I wanted to be a firemen, but I knew I wasn't really up to the physicality of it.
@14 I wanted to be an architect, but I knew couldn't wrap my brain around the maths of it.
@21 I wanted to be able to walk again, properly, without braces or canes, which I since have done.
Barnes & Nobles in Store EventI would say, "If you can come, that'd be swell. If you can't... I hear someone will be someone will be live-streaming it,
Wednesday August 04, 2010 7:00 PM
Union Square
33 East 17th Street, New York, NY 10003, 212-253-0810
Wednesday’s [August 4th 2010, B+N Union Square affair] was a warm and memorable event (and not just because the humidity was about a billion). Thank you to everyone who turned up and made it awesomener!
We were all very grateful. Actually, grateful doesn’t begin to sum up…
[The pic links to an LJ!Scrapbook full of photos. If you’ve got some too, I’d love to see/share them!]
Now, you know, back to work-stuffs…
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