It’s things like this…

that make me feel lazy.

 
 

This video makes me want to be more creative, perhaps get off of my ass and finish a few projects.

Backstage pass.

 

Basking in the windows warm glowing warming glow. Not as good as the televisions, but she only does that when she gets jealous that we’re paying attention to something, not her.

Give me down to there hair, Pt 2.

I originally planned to post these a month after the photo’s are actually taken; but as I sit down to write about last month in hair… I can’t seem to remember many of my milestones. I may have to speed these up to current pace so I can keep everyone in the moment. Perhaps in the next two weeks I’ll move it along.

Lets see… in the growth between June and July I was almost able to pull my hair tight enough to have dual french braid action, however, many a bobby pin was needed. I’ve yet to try it again after coming home from a full day out in this style, only to walk passed a mirror and see my disheveled self staring back at me. I promise I will try to remember to take photo’s of these hair situations as they arise from… now on (meaning today, unfortunately I’m still semi-useless in the coming post).

I became brave enough today in July to get a haircut. Most of my friends cringed and objected when they read my updates of the event. Rest easy friends, it was only my bangs. The one thing my once upon a stylist did leave long were my bangs and after only two months I couldn’t see a thing. What was really brave of me (says my NEW stylist) was the fact that I returned to the scene of the crime. Yes, I was that lazy. I figured it was just the bangs and played a little hair roulette, no recommended hair people, just the first available. Boy did I get lucky, not only did I get a women with the same hair type as me, but her hair had been likewise assaulted in the past. She was blown away by how bad my haircut was, finally someone got it. Every now and then she’d stop to awe at the hack job, as she tried to hide her distaste for the girl who did it. I read between the lines. My new stylist, as I fell in love and fully intend to trust her to one day cut more than my bangs… one day far from today (the real today), was trained in Manhattan as well. Which to me means no hideous (and unnecessary) volumizing, a trademark of Staten Island hair people. She did suggest an asymmetric bob, I’ll forgive her her trespasses on that idea. In all fairness, she was only trying to help my female mullet down from the ledge.

As far as the cutting goes, as ugly and hacked as my hair is I would much rather let it grow to a maintainable length before I start fixing it. Maybe it’s the trauma talking, maybe I’ll change my mind… but I doubt it.

July 19, 2011

 

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Part One.

Year Two, Month Ten. (22 of 192)

This is the best song of the entire year. I know it’s a little soon to call it… but it’s that amazing. I fell in love seconds in, and only became more trapped when the saxophone comes in (the sax really does make the song). I can’t believe I once fell asleep at an M83 show, in my defense it was late, I was drinking, sitting with my head resting on a table and it was a very quiet ambient sound moment. This was before an entire band of musicians graced the stage and it was just Anthony Gonzalez by himself with a laptop and other assorted machines. I doubt anything like that could happen with this song playing, I just dance and get all intoxicated with joy when it’s on. It’s that good.

M83, Midnight City

Riley’s Soundtrack, Year 2.
October | Sea Talk
November | All Of The Lights / Indestructible
December | Wasting Time
January | Weekend
February | I Follow Rivers
March | Heart In Your Heartbreak
April | Bizness
May | Helplessness Blues
June | East Harlem
July | Midnight City

Own a cello.

 

I came home from work the day before my birthday, Terrence was cleaning in the back of the apartment and I walked towards the front to stay out of his way.  As I entered the living room I noticed my plant was moved, I turned around to where it usually sits and in its place was this cello (with a little red bow on it).  I cried, and Terrence crept into the room to gauge my reaction.  I hugged him super tight.  Sometimes I wonder if Terrence reads through my life list to know what to do for me on special occasions… but its probably just his natural awesomeness and attention to detail.

Before you ask, no, I don’t know how to play it yet.  I’m just good at looking like I do.  We’re currently still trying to figure out how to tune the cello.  I’m not sure if it’s the beast itself or the tuner.  But every time either of us tries to tune the instrument, once one string is good and we move onto the next, the last string goes out of tune again.  Hugely frustrating.

Maybe for Christmas Terrence will surprise me with an feeble old white man, equipped with a ruler to strike me when I make mistakes, and he’ll teach me to be great like Jacqueline du Pré.  He’ll also have a little red bow, I hope.

Row a boat in Central Park.

We actually checked this one off of the life list in Spring of last year. While going through and selecting the photos I was in awe of my hair (oh how I miss having some), and how much thinner I was. So far during this whole aging thing that seems to be all I notice. Nothing grosses me out more than photos of Terrence and I when we started dating back in… 2004, man was I crack whore skinny. Oh, boats… yes.  For my birthday weekend last year Terrence took me boating in Central Park, something we’d been discussing doing since forever.  It felt good to check that one off the list.  I liked it, but I don’t think I’ll be doing it again.  Too many boats and not enough people that know what they’re doing (including us).  It ain’t easy steering boats, especially through massive tourist traffic.  I rowed the boat briefly and was eager to give Terrence back the oars.  We actually have no problems when we go kayaking, I don’t know… maybe too many people frighten us.

It’s also very hard to look cute while rowing a boat… I was trying.  Maybe I would consider doing it again if we went during the week, in the morning. It wasn’t actually all that crowded when we began rowing, we didn’t wait in a line, everything went quick and smoothly.  But as we were coming back the line was deep, we were grateful for our excellent timing, and also not to have been in the water with even more unwieldy boats. After this we went to the zoo, which was also loads of fun… but that’s not on the list so I’ll spare you dozens of pictures of adorable zoo animals. SO ADORABLE!!!

Carambola, Cherimoya and Pepino… oh my?

I haven’t been doing a good job at keeping you all posted on my Life List achievements, but I assure you I’m doing them.  All the ones to do with food are seriously being taken care of, mostly with the help of Terrence.  The Boy has always encouraged me to try new things, and since I made it abundantly clear that I was ready to be more food adventurous he has been pushing me all the way.  He brings home a strange fruit or cheese every time he goes shopping.  Saturday mornings he wakes up early and heads over to our local farmers market and returns with arms full of treasures.  He usually enjoys them more than I do but I’m putting in the effort.  I keep forgetting I’m supposed to be photographing most of these things I eat… but here are a few from a while back that we found in our local supermarket.

Carambola or Start Fruit as it’s better known. I thought these were delicious, but I couldn’t finish one. Terrence also didn’t enjoy eating them in any larger quantity than about 3 slices. The carambola were crisp and watery, I honestly don’t remember the exact flavor though (maybe why I should post these sooner after consumption). All in all they were weird, but tasty. Thankfully Dutch LOVED the star fruit and ate all that I gave him.

Cherimoya fruit was my favorite to look at, but not my favorite to eat.  It was weird… the texture was very creamy. Terrence loved it, but found it a bit overwhelming to eat the whole thing.  Thankfully we live across the street from his foody parents, who are always more than willing to try whatever weird shit we bring over.

The Pepino Melon I really disliked, but to be fair… I think we waited too long to eat it.  This one definitely deserves a second chance. They were very juicy though, but made me scrunch up my face and do a little shake.  But I’ll still try another one if I ever come across them again.

Now I’m all sorts of hungry.  Wish me luck on finding more oddity fruits, maybe I’ll hit up the Asian Food Market later and score some.  They’re very instrumental in my fruit eating over there. Yum.

Randomly Penelope.

People think that I’m obsessed with my cat Penelope “Penny” Pussycat. They tell me that I tweet nothing but pictures of her… which is a lie! Really. I was going through my twitter feed, to link to all the Penny madness, and could only find 3 photos of her (here, here, and here). Hmmph, in your face… haters. I can not however vouch for how much I talk about my kitty… I didn’t search that. No comment. Terrence is way worse than me, I swear.

SHE’S JUST SO ADORABLE!

Anyway, because my cat is so amazing, I thought it fitting to add a regular series here about her… to showcase the adorable. This way now people can complain that all I do is blog about my cat.  Which is fine by me, my cat is worth the noise.

She was inside of it earlier, which is way cuter but this works too.

And then there was Dutch… (who is also by the way the cutest dog of all time and the best)

Usually they nap near each other, don’t get me wrong… they’re only about 6 feet apart at the moment.  I worry for Penny sometimes, her and Dutch are about 10 years apart, she’s so attached to him that she howls at the door when we take him for walks. I tried to train her to walk on a leash so she could come with him… but she’s too inconsistent and slow. She’s happily co-dependent, one of her better traits.

Flashback: Penny on her 2nd birthday. I can’t believe I didn’t want a cat… how crazy of me.