This afternoon I'm heading into the City, seeing First Aid Kit tonight...I want to wander around in the sun and meditate and eat salad. Just get rid of this euuuugh.
I've put some traxx up. Geddonit.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
come and meet me in the middle of the air
Not doing yoga has funny effects on me. I've been feeling sensitive for a few days now. It might be due to the cold, the impending break, having lots of work to do. Things are moving quickly and I've been feeling a bit stuck. Spring break will a be a welcome relief.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
only five hours to iceland
Sunday afternoon!
I'm sitting out on the front porch, covered in brilliant spring sun. I have my pasty pins out for the first time. Behind me I can hear the rumble of 25A, one of Long Island's main arterial routes, cranked with traffic. People dropping their kids off to sports, going shopping, driving to the beach, to church, to visit family. I'm nestled at the end of our road, surrounded by trees, isolated but close. I haven't seen anyone today.
Although it hasn't even been a winter- I arrived here mid-Jan, and I've only seen snow fall hard enough to cover the ground once- I feel like it's time for the Spring. Colours are appearing, people are appearing. The place is waking up and the geese are no longer alone. In a month's time I'll nearly be done with school (what the heck), and then will be free for 2 months.
Yesterday was St Patricks Day, I went to the city with some kids. All of Fifth Ave was blocked as we saw High School Marching Band after High School Marching Band, riddled inbetween with some old people wearing chunky woollen sweaters and holding the banner 'England Out of Ireland'. The city was full of tipsy people, there was soft warm light, lots of crowds but no one on edge. I hit a wall at about 11pm after being there all day, and left my friends on the Upper East Side to catch the LIRR home. I'll upload some photos of the day that was.
It's funny being here on the porch, I need a shotgun, a cat, a banjo and a rocking chair and I'd be set for the perfect Americana situation. And I'd need to be a grandma. We're so tucked away that it feels almost intrusive when someone makes their way on down here. We're having a party next Friday which'll be ballsin. Clear night, bonfire, music, good people, good food is what I'm envisaging.
All is good, never youse mind.
Next week: Couchsurfing in the city, seeing Marcus Foster (a British singer-songwriter, who I don't know but my friend is keen), going to the Frick Collection, seeing the Black Keys, House Party, going to the Montauk St Patricks Day parade (Suffolk County's craziest day of the year, from what I hear), seeing Gotye. And class in between.
Love.Love.Love. x
I'm sitting out on the front porch, covered in brilliant spring sun. I have my pasty pins out for the first time. Behind me I can hear the rumble of 25A, one of Long Island's main arterial routes, cranked with traffic. People dropping their kids off to sports, going shopping, driving to the beach, to church, to visit family. I'm nestled at the end of our road, surrounded by trees, isolated but close. I haven't seen anyone today.
Although it hasn't even been a winter- I arrived here mid-Jan, and I've only seen snow fall hard enough to cover the ground once- I feel like it's time for the Spring. Colours are appearing, people are appearing. The place is waking up and the geese are no longer alone. In a month's time I'll nearly be done with school (what the heck), and then will be free for 2 months.
Yesterday was St Patricks Day, I went to the city with some kids. All of Fifth Ave was blocked as we saw High School Marching Band after High School Marching Band, riddled inbetween with some old people wearing chunky woollen sweaters and holding the banner 'England Out of Ireland'. The city was full of tipsy people, there was soft warm light, lots of crowds but no one on edge. I hit a wall at about 11pm after being there all day, and left my friends on the Upper East Side to catch the LIRR home. I'll upload some photos of the day that was.
It's funny being here on the porch, I need a shotgun, a cat, a banjo and a rocking chair and I'd be set for the perfect Americana situation. And I'd need to be a grandma. We're so tucked away that it feels almost intrusive when someone makes their way on down here. We're having a party next Friday which'll be ballsin. Clear night, bonfire, music, good people, good food is what I'm envisaging.
All is good, never youse mind.
Next week: Couchsurfing in the city, seeing Marcus Foster (a British singer-songwriter, who I don't know but my friend is keen), going to the Frick Collection, seeing the Black Keys, House Party, going to the Montauk St Patricks Day parade (Suffolk County's craziest day of the year, from what I hear), seeing Gotye. And class in between.
Love.Love.Love. x
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Bright Blue Winter Morning
HULLO.
Yes indeedy I've been a bitta the old slack tart on this front, so now I shall make it up. I could also be spending this time doing my readings for my class in 1.5 hours, BUT.....compared to home I can get by on doing verrrry little work and continue to get pretty great marks (diz shiii be ezzz).
How are we? Tell ya what, as of last time I wrote, things have been berloody great. March is looking like being a hella grouse month as well---MANY concerts planned, trips to city, SPRING BREAK (woooooo!!) as well as the beginning of fall. I've yet to step outside this morning, but the sky is deep blue and there is sun everywhhherrree. Daffodils are beginning to bud their little flowers, and if you sit in the sun long enough you can feel a hint of warmth. You cannot understand how exciting that is.
I've just got back from Boston- was there for the weekend with some of the international kids. I divided up my time hanging out with rellies, wandering around in a big group, and wandering around by myself which was actually perfect. All of my previous travels alert me to the fact that being in a big group can make me a tetchy grump - not the kind of person I like to be- so I had to spread my wings at times.
Boston unfortunately didn't offer us the best weather, actually, supposedly it was the worst all year. When we arrived on Friday night it was snowing like crazy...big soft snowflakes that would break up all over your jacket when they hit you. We also had a bit of difficulty getting into bars because none of us brought our passports and supposedly Massachusetts (sp?) is pretty el stricto with that kind of thing. We know for next time. Went to a Mexican place for dinner which totally took me back to the place. Heck, even the cleaning product that was drying on our table when we sat down smelt like Mexico. There were lucha libre posters everywhere, and dia de los muertos skeletons. We ate tacos and drank margaritas.
The next two days consisted of walking around, visitng the JFK museum (whereupon I bought a token JFK t-shirt, naturally), eating, dancing to funk/soul long Mass Ave, meeting some very handsome people, and enjoying being out of the university routine. We got back to Stony Brook circa 1.30am, then I had to ride home through the cold. My housemate was up when I got home so we ended up chatting til like 4am...I had to sleep in this morning to make up for my whacko system.
Last night some post-university plans progressed substantially. Dad's probably coming mid-May to come hiking the appalacians with me; BONNAROO; Obtaining my open-water diving license for hella cheap somwhere in the Carribean; maybe some travels/wwoofing with my cuz; Spring Break plans for carving up Montreal, etc etc. I'm getting little bursts of happiness on a pretty regular basis, and (still) am consistently amazed when I remember that I'm in America, in New York, and have this much freedom and this much time. Everyone is very friendly, there is so much happening, and it's getting warmer, and I'm making some sikkkkas friends. There is not much to complain about at this point in time.
Last week I invited some peeps around for dinner and then a jam session (dinner- stir fry with wine, naturally. Tim Tam slams for dessert), and BY JOES it felt so good to be playing music with people again. It wasn't a nervous experience, it was just very exciting and a lot of fun. It's been ages, but my voice is coming along nicely. Just need to work on the old guitar a bit more. Maybe I'll take it travelling around the country with me in the summertime? Creo que si.
Love and peace to all. I'm checking my mailbox everyday on my way home from school so don't be afraid to let me know what the shit's going on in everyone's lives. If you know me you know that I love receiving and sending hand-written letters. I do also like chocolate quite a lot.
Take care, xoxox!
Yours, bubbling with the anticipation of spring,
G
Yes indeedy I've been a bitta the old slack tart on this front, so now I shall make it up. I could also be spending this time doing my readings for my class in 1.5 hours, BUT.....compared to home I can get by on doing verrrry little work and continue to get pretty great marks (diz shiii be ezzz).
How are we? Tell ya what, as of last time I wrote, things have been berloody great. March is looking like being a hella grouse month as well---MANY concerts planned, trips to city, SPRING BREAK (woooooo!!) as well as the beginning of fall. I've yet to step outside this morning, but the sky is deep blue and there is sun everywhhherrree. Daffodils are beginning to bud their little flowers, and if you sit in the sun long enough you can feel a hint of warmth. You cannot understand how exciting that is.
I've just got back from Boston- was there for the weekend with some of the international kids. I divided up my time hanging out with rellies, wandering around in a big group, and wandering around by myself which was actually perfect. All of my previous travels alert me to the fact that being in a big group can make me a tetchy grump - not the kind of person I like to be- so I had to spread my wings at times.
Boston unfortunately didn't offer us the best weather, actually, supposedly it was the worst all year. When we arrived on Friday night it was snowing like crazy...big soft snowflakes that would break up all over your jacket when they hit you. We also had a bit of difficulty getting into bars because none of us brought our passports and supposedly Massachusetts (sp?) is pretty el stricto with that kind of thing. We know for next time. Went to a Mexican place for dinner which totally took me back to the place. Heck, even the cleaning product that was drying on our table when we sat down smelt like Mexico. There were lucha libre posters everywhere, and dia de los muertos skeletons. We ate tacos and drank margaritas.
The next two days consisted of walking around, visitng the JFK museum (whereupon I bought a token JFK t-shirt, naturally), eating, dancing to funk/soul long Mass Ave, meeting some very handsome people, and enjoying being out of the university routine. We got back to Stony Brook circa 1.30am, then I had to ride home through the cold. My housemate was up when I got home so we ended up chatting til like 4am...I had to sleep in this morning to make up for my whacko system.
Last night some post-university plans progressed substantially. Dad's probably coming mid-May to come hiking the appalacians with me; BONNAROO; Obtaining my open-water diving license for hella cheap somwhere in the Carribean; maybe some travels/wwoofing with my cuz; Spring Break plans for carving up Montreal, etc etc. I'm getting little bursts of happiness on a pretty regular basis, and (still) am consistently amazed when I remember that I'm in America, in New York, and have this much freedom and this much time. Everyone is very friendly, there is so much happening, and it's getting warmer, and I'm making some sikkkkas friends. There is not much to complain about at this point in time.
Last week I invited some peeps around for dinner and then a jam session (dinner- stir fry with wine, naturally. Tim Tam slams for dessert), and BY JOES it felt so good to be playing music with people again. It wasn't a nervous experience, it was just very exciting and a lot of fun. It's been ages, but my voice is coming along nicely. Just need to work on the old guitar a bit more. Maybe I'll take it travelling around the country with me in the summertime? Creo que si.
Love and peace to all. I'm checking my mailbox everyday on my way home from school so don't be afraid to let me know what the shit's going on in everyone's lives. If you know me you know that I love receiving and sending hand-written letters. I do also like chocolate quite a lot.
Take care, xoxox!
Yours, bubbling with the anticipation of spring,
G
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