Hippie 101

What to do when hungry & lazy? The above dish is evidence that although I was born in Philly & pretty much grew up in 'Jersey, I've put my time in at places like Eugene and Portland, Oregon.

I put on some Here We Go Magic & hoped for some culinary magic. This took all of 10 minutes- maybe less. Tofu, garlic (from Chinatown) scallions, kale (CSA) sunflower and flax seeds (the nuttiness goes well with this particular style of kale) and brags for taste. Honestly, this is super-clean and completely healthy tasting if only a bit bland.

S-S-S-Saturday

No shower

Submissions to be sent

Skewers soaking in sink

Juviley singing of falling leaves

Hit the street quick-steppin'

Straight to coffee

Anthony & his mother the color of bitten peach

Anthony's mother with horse hoof gravel voice

Anthony's mother who only curses clearly

Anthony what have you done to your mother

It's not all your fault look at her swollen rotten fruit

Bitter spit and cigarettes

Certain the ship is searching at every stop light black hair girl makes Mr. Spock signal

Old ladies in sun 'brellas

School clothes' kids scream from windows

Girls hand in hand all giggles

Tourist spit clean camera lenses

Little Italy pest stationed in front of lame eateries

Children in hats

Girls in skirts

Guys with collective collars popped

Chinatown and its perpetual smell of food

Summer Squash to be cut

Submissions being ignored

How long before we sweat

Week/End/ W(rap)ped

Friday's LIT release party kicked off what would be a longish weekend for me. The party was great- if you missed it (poor poor you!) The new ish of LIT looks all grown-up and classy. The party was held at a gallery in the Parson's School of Design building where there was plenty of white wine, radishes, grapes, brownies, and limited Coronas.

Heather Christle read her poems and pretty-much had every eye and ear a swooning.
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Picked up tacos from La Esquina while walking home and settled into a night of Heroes watching.

Roommate (aka Deep Disco) came home and wanted to go to the Hedi Slimane (ex Dior/ rock n roll photographer guy) after-party. It was 2 blocks away + the last night I'd see my roommate for the rest of the month since she was leaving for Europe on Saturday. So off we went. The space is nice- two huge floors. There was a punk band and open-bar when we arrived which soon turned into a pay bar and dj's djing on both floors. Only two forms of punctuation were allowed at this party: question marks and exclamation marks. There was a lot of standing around, some fawning, some incredulous eyes, some lusty mouths, and a ton of pouting cigarettes. My roommate busted out the body jams to a bunch of 80's jams and I made the "Sorry I'm straight face" as well dressed boys attempted to grove their way in my direction.

We leave.

My roommate packs and cleans.

It's 4am. I try to sleep.
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Saturday is H-O-T. V texted to say she was heading over to Governor's Island. We both had mutual friends there for the 1920's Jazz day event. I lack motivation and never catch the ferry. Saturday passes slowly like sticky unwipeable sweat.

5PM Jared's backyard for his bbq. Garden burgers, beer, fiction writers, poets, journalist, and horses running around on the TV screen. Jared (aka Czar Hohl) will be gone all summer. Adam will be in Jamaica for July then moves to Africa in August. Damn what eva will I do? P.S.G.'s on straight summer hiatus.

I make my way to the Fou Magazine party. The editors do their thing. The readers rock- ALL OF THEM. Afterwards, I talk to some poets I know and meet some new poets.
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Sunday I get two poems in my inbox from a poet I met at the Fou party. That made me smile.

Sunday was about food for some reason. Sandy was in the Chinatown hood so walked over to 88 Orchard for Iced Soy Lattes, went to Lovely Day for brunch, went to Chinatown Ice Cream Factory, went to Grand Daisy Bakery (formerly Sullivan Bakery) and picked up a baguette then bought avocados from a Chinatown stand, bought vine-ripened tomatoes from Gourmet Garage. I pulled basil from my herb box. I made an avocado, basil, tomato, sea-salt/pepper/thyme-olive-oil sandwich. Ate two of them. They were little.

Went to a bar and watched the finals by myself. Had a couple of Newcastles. Ate fish n chips- by far the most expensive and disappointing meal of the day.
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Monday now. Nothing going on. Drinking espresso. Will read. Will return library books. Will look for work. Will work on submissions. Will try not to melt.

Mei-mei recap plus assorted other stuff

Last night I went to the Mei-mei reading (which I forgot to post on my blog) with Mónica de la Torre and Rusty Morrison. There were lots of nice faces in attendance like Nicole Steinberg (who also has a poem in the same upcoming ish of Eleven Eleven as yours (un)truly,) Evie Shockley (whose book, Half-red sea doesn't seem to be in many book stores which is a shame because it's a complete must-read) Kate Greenstreet & her husband- both always a pleasure to converse with, and my roommate, Tara aka Deep Disco (if I can continue to perpetuate a slang name like its a M.I.A. thang).

The crowd was a bit smaller i.e. no Richard Tuttle or Kiki Smith so it gave both Tara and I a lot of face time to chat with Mei-mei, which was a pleasure. Especially hearing about how Mei-mei's daughter is one out of a hundred trying to get an intern job at a graffiti studio.

Mei-mei read some new poems which were inspired by her husband's shoot with W magazine. The mix of fashion & science was of complete interest to Tara as she's a fashion designer who tutors in science and math. When Tara asked Mei-mei what her science background was, Mei-mei said she had none except an interest in making the language less masculine.
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It was a perfectly beautiful evening out so after grabbing food Tara & I walked from Williamsburg (where the reading took place) back to Chinatown.

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This morning is a wet raining one that makes me want to sit in bed and drink endless amounts of French Press Coffee.

It's also exceptional weather to try & make some significant progress in reading this book.

So Long Brooklyn/ Hello Chinatown

Baltic Street ( Cobble Hill) has been my stomping ground for the last year


The laming thing about moving is that I couldn't bring my ex's cat, Ethan, with me
He's been my favorite roommate for the last 7 months


Hester Street (Chinatown) somehow I managed to move into yet another 5th floor walk-up


I still have 7 boxes of books and lit journals/magazines to unpack, but I did find the time to stash some of my favorite Nikes