That sounds about right...

Disillusionment

It's easier to be optimistic when you're depressed; all you can hope for is the best...

I thought the battle was over. Even as the sun shines brightly and the breeze gets warmer, it seems that things haven't been resolved yet. Teardrops haven't quite begun to evaporate.

Hmmm?

I'm listening to 浜崎あゆみ.
There's a language barrier (for once), but it seems that the words although not comprehended, their meaning still is pertinent and understood.

What's with the hate on faggotry?

I'm a little disappointed in the world. There's the chaotic swine flue pandemic, and in a more locally a pandemic against homosexuality.

There were an anti-gay demonstration on campus today. The "Lord's" way was being preached by a small, but adamant group of gay converts and anti-gay protesters. Their passion was matched and then surpassed by the even stronger gay-friendly community on campus. Why bother protesting something (such as homosexuality) if you don't have your facts 'straight'? lol The surprising thing was that this demonstration was supposedly started by 1 student, and his parents.

People should just dig each other, that or avoid each other. My faith in people has dwindled some more. I think I've become a paradox: an enraged hippie.

and why?

Gilly

I absolutely hate twitter. Why are people participating in a whole online community dedicated to onesided conversations? Que coisa!

yet the greatest irony is that I'm intrigued enough to consider joining, despite the pretentiousness and the possible hypocrisy.

Chelsea Handler said it best: "why are you going to tweet someone, when you can just text them? If you know them, why bother tweeting?"

me sens...

I feel hollow, like a trunk that houses the night owls and the morning sprites. All the rays of the morning sun simply cannot cancel out the power of the moonbeams. The light exposes everything that lurks in the darkest corners within. The recluse stops only for the harshness of the light.

It was called sadness, it was called desperation, but it was beckoned nonetheless. The gods cry with empathy, and the showers begin. Washing away the grime, filling the voids in the most oceanic of senses. New terrain to be created again: a new being worthy of the sky's grief. All of the cosmos cried, and cleansed me to begin again, as Noah did after the epic flood.

Tears of starlight, provoked by feelings that are as cosmic as the sky that housed their discovery. They glimmer as they drip down and douse the face. The trail shimmers and reflects the greatness of deities and the misery of the dead. The magnitude of their weeps washed me clean.

I don't think I'm in love with you new York. At least not any more. I drove in to visit the Scotsman, and drove on the henry Hudson bridge to get to midtown. Of course it was beautiful out ant the view of the Hudson is grand. But the charm wasn't there. I gave the Scotsman a lift to the ues, and well no map, I just know how to navigate through this city. I may as well become a cab driver with this new york intuition. The citifield illuminated a great portion of queens, it's great to see that the recession hasn't affected the running of that $180 million facility. It was beautiful though. Blinding but beautiful nonetheless.

I'm leaving. I'm getting my degree, and I'm bouncing. I'm so unamused by my native metropolis.

I saw 'nick and norah's infinite playlist' tonight, and it was good. I hate michael cera, but the movie was entertaining enough to put up with that piece of toast. It reminded me (the movie) that there was something magical about manhattan, and well manhattan in general that I loved. We take eachother for granted now... I need to leave you dear apple just to learn to miss you. I wanna feel like norahs wasted friend caroline, really loving the city in particular the restless nights and the noises and sounds that keep you ticking way past the necessary hour.

I'm a city kid, and always will be. But Im liking the idea of going. DC has strong poss/probability, so I want to find out for sure what's there...

I'm good, I'm Gone

Tag, you're soo it

I was browsing through the NY Times today, and I ran into this editorial piece that caught my attention. It was about Martha Cooper, a photographer for mounting graffiti art that would otherwise have been unseen today. The 70's and the 80's were a time of social decline in New York. Funny enough how the film "the Warriors" comes to mind: relentless feuds between gangs in NYC that seemed unstoppable even to the police forces attempting to bring these wars to a halt.


Part of the charm of New York is simply the ability for an artist to use anything found in this city as a canvas. Whether it have been hanging glass ornaments in the New York's Botanical Garden in the Bronx, or tagging up the side of a building, this city has been home to art, and in some cases has become a work of art. Let's face it it is already. I love the color that can be seen on the bricks of Long Island City, it's just as rich as anything that MoMA could present.

I kind of wish i was around during the devolution of the Bronx, from an enclave of Eastern Europe into the place which a large Dominican and Black community called home. This transition in the 80's resulted in the appearance of extensive graffiti. To some it was vile and a commemoration of the decline of the Bronx, and to others it was the voice of the people, the people that felt oppressed and neglected. Martha Cooper captured these images well aware that soon these buildings would be tumbling down, and the subway cars derailed so the public could no longer see this beauty. Preservation of FREE ART (free for the masses to see as these trains pulled in from the trainyard to their predetermined destination, free transportation to spread the message of their art). A huge canvas that demonstrated so much more than the ghetto.

She plans to do this for her hometown of Baltimore, and I look forward to see what she captures in the Wire.

check it: The art of tagging

Should I try E-Harmony?

Lindsay Lohan's eHarmony Profile from Lindsay Lohan

Atonement

This was all self-afflicted damage. I wanted to know what it feels like to burn, so I set everything ablaze. The smoke cloud my eyes no more: my vision now desensitized to the sting of these dense clouds. In this rubble, all I see is myself. My body standing there, hollow and empty like a cocoon disposed of by my inner demons. Now this container must be filled again. With no monsters left in me, I have to find myself, and rise again. The phoenix rises from the ash I am told, and so like that enchanted bird, I must do the same. Everything has been charred and reduced to nothing, so it is in that mess that I must find myself.

I burnt so many bridges, how will I traverse to the other side? Where my real life is? The reconstruction has to start somewhere, so it is time to break ground on this bridge. Crossover. I can only hope that somethings are not irreplaceable, that they be replaced, or at least fixed

La francophonie

Ce weekend represent ma passion pour la culture francaise, en particulaire ses cinema. "Focus on French Cinema" est un occasion qui hereusement celebre son 5eme annee. J'avais aider l'annee passe, mais je pense que serait un bon chose pour seulement regarder les filmes ce weekend.

If foreign flicks are your thing, and you have time to spare to the Purchase College Performing Arts Center, I think you'd really like to go to FoFC ran bay Greenwich's Alliance Francaise. for more info, click here: Focus on French Cinema

There will be an assortment of french dignitaries and celebrities gathered to witness this film festival, which has been gaining strength since its debut in 2004. Now it has began to be regarded as a noteworthy film festival holding a couple of NY and US premieres of French films, "LOL" and "Les Femmes de l'Ombre" among them.

Check it out!!

Kristin Wiig

I love Kristin Wiig... Ever since she played the bitchy lady in "Knocked Up," I've had my eyes on her. She's so good at playing women that we encounter in our daily lives (celebrities we hear about, or every-day ladies that we run into during our routines). She's a funny lady.