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Sunday, November 29, 2009
Greyhound
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Seva Sensational
ElsieQ is here! And whenever she visits, inevitably the first thing that happens is we order take out from our absolute favorite local Indian restaurant. Last night, though, we got a little carried away:
In our defense, there were eight of us ordering. And it was deeeeeelicious!
In our defense, there were eight of us ordering. And it was deeeeeelicious!
Monday, October 19, 2009
The View from Two Feet Up
While driving up the coast this summer, Elsie Q and I met a 20 year old Dutch guy named Halbe. He joined us on the road from San Luis Obispo to Monterey. We had a great time together, and it was really sad to say goodbye.
Two weeks ago, Halbe emailed me to tell me that he and his older brother were coming to NYC for holiday, and could they stay with me?
Of course.
So, that's how I've come to have two very tall Dutch men sleeping on air matresses in my kitchen since Wednesday.
Two weeks ago, Halbe emailed me to tell me that he and his older brother were coming to NYC for holiday, and could they stay with me?
Of course.
So, that's how I've come to have two very tall Dutch men sleeping on air matresses in my kitchen since Wednesday.
I've sort of spent the past few days feeling like I'm shrinking.
Other than that, having the Dutchmen around has been totally fantastic and I'm sad to see them ago.
Of course, we had to send them off in style with an impromptu 29th Street dinner party which included fajitas with massive amounts of toppings, a variety of seasonal beers, Karrie impulsively deep frying pickles, and Mikey D contemplating if his distended stomach could be atttributed to pregnancy or just a food baby.
Good times, good times. Next up, Holland!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Moron
On the phone with Palma:
"I'm just stressed"
"You're always stressed"
"I know. It's ridiculous"
I think that my body does not know how to operate without stressing out about something. And if there is nothing legitimate to stress about, then I either make something up or create stress for myself.
This week, I foolishly agreed to write a story for a NYC-based magazine. It's something I pitched to them a few months back, but never really followed up on. Last week they contacted me to say they were still interested in the story... and could I have it done in a week?
Of course, I say "Sure!"
What a moron.
Anyways, I took some pics of new pieces today. Here's a few:
"I'm just stressed"
"You're always stressed"
"I know. It's ridiculous"
I think that my body does not know how to operate without stressing out about something. And if there is nothing legitimate to stress about, then I either make something up or create stress for myself.
This week, I foolishly agreed to write a story for a NYC-based magazine. It's something I pitched to them a few months back, but never really followed up on. Last week they contacted me to say they were still interested in the story... and could I have it done in a week?
Of course, I say "Sure!"
What a moron.
Anyways, I took some pics of new pieces today. Here's a few:
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
What I've Been Working On
These box necklaces aren't up on my website yet, but I've already sold a couple of them at shows. The first one took me about 9 hours to make. Since then, I've got it down to about 2-3 hours. Still need to get faster! Next up, a matching ring? Still unnamed.... suggestions welcome!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Astoria, 27th Ave
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
My Kind of Town
A picture perfect weekend in Chicago. Who knew the beachfront was so freaking gorgeous? Or that it would be a 30-second walk from the friend's condo I was crashing at?
On Division St, in front of a Polish Bar. My Polish friend had been teasing me about having gone to Zakopane, Poland. So we had to take this pic.
At Renegade. Another cloudless, gorgeous day. Elsie Q and I were rejoicing over the weather and having a great time chatting with shoppers.
My display got a bit of a facelift: I covered my neck displays in cool textured paper and coated them in modge podge. And it worked! The displays definitely looked much nicer and more unique.
On Division St, in front of a Polish Bar. My Polish friend had been teasing me about having gone to Zakopane, Poland. So we had to take this pic.
At Renegade. Another cloudless, gorgeous day. Elsie Q and I were rejoicing over the weather and having a great time chatting with shoppers.
My display got a bit of a facelift: I covered my neck displays in cool textured paper and coated them in modge podge. And it worked! The displays definitely looked much nicer and more unique.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
For Real?
And the stuffed animals sitting around the table were definitely not the work of some cute little kiddie engaged in a jumbo version of tea party. No, those things were part of the decor!
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Yeow
Lately I'm noticing that my weird affinity for industrial light fixtures is being replaced by a weird affinity for antiquated weapons. More specifically, I've gotten hooked (excuse the pun) on harpoons used back in the day by whalers. I've spent most of the day sketching out some harpoons of my own and trying to imagine how to translate them into jewelry.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Amtrak 10:41 AM
Bored.
Syracuse here we come!
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
Chocolate Chocolate Peanut Butter Chip
In New York in the summer, I relish my front balcony, breakfasts at Grand Cafe, outdoor concerts, and long walks along the East River. But there is one thing i miss, something that is a staple of my childhood summers that is near-impossible to find here: ice cream. We have Mister Softee trucks here, but that doesn't even come close to fitting the bill for me. There presence is erratic, and the ice cream is dinky and sub par. And we have lots of Baskin Robbin/Dunkin Donuts combo shops. They sell a bunch of flavors, some questionable to say the least. But for some reason, I have no desire to get my cone inside a chaotic Dunkin Donuts. I don't want my ice cream mingling with donuts and coolatas and lattes. I want to stand in front of a tiny ice cream shop and stare up at a big board with listings of multiple flavors and have my ice cream passed to me through a window. That to me is the definition of how to enjoy ice cream in the summer.
Last night, my urge for this experience got the best of me, and after a little time with Google, i discovered that Astoria does in fact have an ice cream store that fits these requirements. So tonight I rounded up my roommate and my brother and we walked over to 38th Street. The sun had set. Kids were playing on the sidewalk. Broadway was hopping. When we made it to Uncle Louies Ice Cream, the front looked dark and for a moment I feared that my dream was about to go unrealized. But as we lingered in front of the store, the woman working inside switched on the outside light, and there it was: the window for passing ice cream cones and shakes and sundaes over to happy customers. The big board with the long list of flavors. Inside, i could see freezers filled with buckets of ice cream. Sure, the price was double what i would have paid back in my hometown. And I ignored the fact that the woman behind the counter wiped her nose on the back of her hand before she scooped my cone. And there was no soft-serve machine to be found. None of that mattered. We picked our flavors, our cones were filled, and we meandered down the sidewalk happily licking our ice cream.
It was delicious.
Last night, my urge for this experience got the best of me, and after a little time with Google, i discovered that Astoria does in fact have an ice cream store that fits these requirements. So tonight I rounded up my roommate and my brother and we walked over to 38th Street. The sun had set. Kids were playing on the sidewalk. Broadway was hopping. When we made it to Uncle Louies Ice Cream, the front looked dark and for a moment I feared that my dream was about to go unrealized. But as we lingered in front of the store, the woman working inside switched on the outside light, and there it was: the window for passing ice cream cones and shakes and sundaes over to happy customers. The big board with the long list of flavors. Inside, i could see freezers filled with buckets of ice cream. Sure, the price was double what i would have paid back in my hometown. And I ignored the fact that the woman behind the counter wiped her nose on the back of her hand before she scooped my cone. And there was no soft-serve machine to be found. None of that mattered. We picked our flavors, our cones were filled, and we meandered down the sidewalk happily licking our ice cream.
It was delicious.
Strange and intriguing.... My one-time favorite band Counting Crows are on tour with Michael Franti from Spearhead, who I also totally love. I was at a festival a few years back and Franti joined in on this game of hacky sack with a bunch of hippie kids who were playing in front of our tent. I just liked the vibe about him -- even though he was at the show to headline, he wasn't chilling out backstage in a trailer, he was on the festival grounds just hanging out.
Regardless, Counting Crows have been way too whiny for the past few albums and I really haven't listened to anything they've put out in the last 7 or 8 years. Still, I think it's pretty safe to say that August and Everything After is one of the best modern folk rock albums ever released. Too bad it was a progressive downhill from there...
But some of the clips of Counting Crows performing with Michael Franti look and sound pretty cool:
Regardless, Counting Crows have been way too whiny for the past few albums and I really haven't listened to anything they've put out in the last 7 or 8 years. Still, I think it's pretty safe to say that August and Everything After is one of the best modern folk rock albums ever released. Too bad it was a progressive downhill from there...
But some of the clips of Counting Crows performing with Michael Franti look and sound pretty cool:
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