doxic nonsense

Category: things i say

  • ny snow globe been good to me

    the fluffy, slo-mo snow made up for the sub-zero wind chills. working in the east village again had the perk of constantly running into old friends, working in familiar places, and hanging out in old haunts. being in endless days of tech, working too many shows at once: these things made me feel like i’m back home. now, doing paperwork from home, rehearsing every other day… i’m starting to get a little blue, feeling like i should be back out on the road, or back in tech, or anything, really. although after getting to work on the pod project, almost anything would feel like a let down. fortunately, we load in heartland at ps122 on monday, so i’ll be back into the thick of it all soon enough. i gotta figure out how to enjoy these breathers…

  • day off in brooklyn

    so, i finally got a more stable living situation (after almost a year). it’s in park slope, it’s a great apartment, and it came with a great roommate-cat combo. and, as i wasted the day away, i made another stab at making this site look better, this time with a theme by the undersigned. with a few changes, i’m pretty happy with it. it’ll do for a few months while i work on a redesign from the ground up.

  • you’re a handsome devil. what’s your name?

    watching grosse pointe blank and remembering how amazing it is. the sound supervision and editing blows me away (listen to when he walks in the ultimart for the first time). then realizing that i dreamt about dancing some ballet in my dream last night for some production that kevin moriarty was directing. very odd. and also, to round out the randomness, rick was in town between the holidays and got me thinking about how to work drunken four-square into the TEAM’s next fundraiser. damn, the dialog in this movie is good. oh, and i can’t stop listening to saint elsewhere.

  • a proper blaghing

    as sorta lame as it is, i’ve been digging about half of what’s come down the pike at macappaday. and, through a rather lame digg that i can’t even find again, i found this article at lifehacker, which led me to this article, which finally turned me on to ecto, which i am using now and, i have to say, might actually lead me to post more too. with more links. now to get on that pesky re-design for the resume, and a new template/theme for this semi-irregular blog-ish thing.

  • credo

    “if i can’t make it understandable, i might as well make it beautiful.” the more i think about what i said to alex the other night, the more true it seems to become. i guess there are worse words to live by as a designer.

  • somewhere is where i want to be

    sliding up first avenue in the back of a mini-suv cab, rolling through red lights with abandon; but i don’t say a word: i just slink further into my slouch and let the city pour by me as i slowly let go of the fading warmth of catching up with old friends.  it’s nice to be back, if only for a second.

  • everything looks perfect from far away

    i was just sitting on the fire escape, enjoying a bourbon and trying to spot a star, or venus even, in the tiny slice of sky defined by the backyard space between my building and the building behind us through the haze and city light (you can see a handful really late a night). someone in the building to our left was practicing piano, and the fountain in the yard behind us was, well, burbling, i guess. small moments of humanity and anonymous community make me love this sprawling city even more. after a long day of the hard new york facade on the subway and walking through the streets, we come home to open our windows to the summer evening breezes and let our lives carry gently from one window to the next. nights like this let me think that maybe i’ll be ok here.

  • haven’t you heard?

    so i was walking to the 4th ave stop to catch the r train to fill out employment paperwork at the public, and as i was crossing 6th ave, a mom and her son were crossing 4th street. i had the crossing signal, but the kid looked down 4th street and then started crossing. his mom jerked him back and chided him, to which the kid responded “it’s called jaywalking, mom. haven’t you heard of it? we are in new york.” he then rolled his eyes and proceeded to lead his mom across the street.

  • somewhere down the line

    “bought a tape just the other day of a band i used to listen to: set me back a couple of beers, set me back a couple of tears.” ‘down the line’ by big wheel from “slowtown.” in the midst of many days off and broke, i’ve been scanning through the web. downloaded some live recordings from the slint reunion. visited peter searcy’s site and thought back to all the good times at big wheel shows, hanging with gret listening to “could you please and thank you,” and was struck by how much of my past is interwoven with his songs. then imported all of my arial m / papa m into my itunes, and thought back to my first few years at xavier and getting nat hooked on his stuff. what strikes me now is that music seemed to be more visceral, or kinesthetic, or just more important to my life back then (yeah, like it was so long ago). not that i don’t live and die by my music now, but, like everything else in high school (and even college), things just seemed to mean so much more than they do now. though i did go see be careful little hands with em and the other matt h. the other night, and it was pretty amazing. an experience i feel i haven’t had recently. with all this time on my hands, i’m trying to get things organized and look up shows i want to see in the near future. maybe with some planning i’ll rekindle the all out lust for music that came so naturally back then. aren’t i a little young to be obsessing about my “youth?”

  • why am i so (blank) all the time?

    “pickiness and loneliness are best friends. and they’re the enemies of happiness.” – some standup comedian on comedy central last night.