I’m Not One of Those Who Can Easily Hide

As I ride the L from Eighth Avenue I hand the man a dollar. He’s singing Elton John’s ballad “I Hope You Don’t Mind” and he has more soul than teeth. He spurs two young gentleman to sing softly along with him – in all earnestness. I close my eyes and feel that he’s singing a love song to me- of hope and beauty and all the emotions I feel so strongly.

How is it that this man penetrates me so easily? With no slight of hand? How is it that the whole world seems to move me equally as quickly?

I feel where others don’t and I consider that my blessing.

 I can’t imagine being deaf blind and mute on the inside.

So why is it I’ve found you who profess to be?

Is it true that you feel nothing? That inside you’re empty?

My passion pulls me into motion quickly and yet I’m trying to remain static, to listen and wait to hear your heart beating again. I want to hear your heart beating again.

Can my hand jump start your motion? Can my lust pull you into emotion? Is there a way to unite mind and soul to achieve perfect harmony or am I meant to feel this all alone?

More Thankfuls

1. Making jokes with my father and stepmother. I don’t connect with him often, physically or emotionally, so it’s nice when it happens.
2. Seeing my step-sister and wishing her a happy birthday. And realizing that I’m proud at how grown up she’s become.
3. Constantly evolving EVET’s business model so include more specific language and better concepts of what it is exactly that I’m aiming to do.
4. Buying holiday cards to send to friends and family. The act of hand-writing will never die as long as I live.
5. Getting my hair cut by the woman who gave me my very first haircut something like 27 years ago. Makes me remember this life I’ve shaped isn’t half bad.

Thanksgiving

Being thankful makes us happy, and since it’s the day before Thanksgiving it seems like a good time to get happy. My mother also happened to mention yesterday that I hadn’t blogged in a long while, which is true, but something I don’t want to let go on for too long. So, today, here’s what I’m thankful for:

1. Snuggling with kitty cats in warm home that smells like pies baking
2. Shoveling a snowy driveway and paying it forward by shoveling the neighbor’s section
3. Best friends who send birthday cards in November, 10 months early!
4. Driving a stick shift after months of hibernating that ability
5. The vacation my stepfather is planning in Florida in April and his warmth to invite the whole family

Neighborhood Envy: Anywhere But Flatbush

As I grow more accustomed to my surroundings, I’m starting to lose the ‘neighborhood envy’ I found around almost every corner when I first arrived in New York.

It used to be that when I’d first visit a new neighborhood I’d immediately want to live there. The bars would be better, the corner stores would be better and, most certainly, the inhabitants. I wanted to be anywhere but Flatbush.

I must be settling in now, though, getting a better grasp on where I can get to easily and, in the grand scheme of New York, quickly, because I find myself feeling – if not ‘at home’ – at least comfortable – dare I say ‘content’ in Flatbush.

David LaChapelle … Incarnate

Ever seen David LaChapelle’s work? I saw him in Paris in 2009 and he was kind of amazing. A friend sent me this video tonight, which, if you’ve got a half hour, is interesting to watch. And pretty much is LaChappelle’s “Deluge” in performance art form.

Feeling the New in New York

People warned me this would happen. Chills. Fever. Night terrors. Well, maybe not all that, but living in New York is hard.

It’s not just New York though. It’s the “New” in New York. Not knowing people. (And not really getting to know them either because I work in an office with two other people.) Not knowing where to go for things I need. (Case in point, I spent a bunch of time this morning fruitlessly searching for a Fed Ex, which I never did find…) And not knowing where to go for things I want. (The game and a beer. That’s not so much to ask.)

It’s culture shock. Exacerbated by having moved on a shoestring to one of the most expensive cities in the US, into a job that pays a starting arts salary. The cards are stacked against me.

Make friends. Get out of the house and explore. Go for runs to keep the good juices flowing. The cure is as simple as it’s ever been, in any new city and any new job. And maybe that’s why it feels like such a daunting tas to undertake. When the answer is mysterious it’s easier to write off why you can’t carry an action through. But when it’s so well documented and you still run into the same troubles, inot succeeding to cure yourself is even more frustrating.

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