Archive for July 2008
acute
i love how summer nights can seem days long. mollystar and i met up in westchester to commute back to nyc together, towed her bike on the metro north and drank tall boys of beer while talking out issues about female vigilante films. then, she rode her bike inside grand central, just a little bit, and we spilled out onto lexington. we ate vegetable maki rolls and watched the sunset over the east river on her rooftop, followed by cinnamon bun ice cream (absurd, putting cinnamon rolls in ice cream!) and the lights beyond 2nd ave. Later, nearly home on the subway, my shuffley iPod played Lilly Allen’s cover of ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ followed by Pink Floyd’s ‘Goodbye Blue Sky.’
a quantum of updates
a few tammytoes updates, push-ups, blogoriffic links, and elves…
first, lanie b. has started blogging over at the kenyon review. she’ll be there every tuesday, ever literate. stop by!
second, i just started week three of the hundred push ups training program. i just did 64 – SIXTY FOUR – push ups. it was some awesome suckage, all right.
explosions in the sky
NYC on the 4th of July and everyone climbed up on apt buildings and warehouses to see the sky light up over the East River. The experience was shared from rooftop to rooftop, as the fireworks illuminated people cheering and clapping on top of the city. It was rainy this year, so there were sparkly umbrellas above our heads, too.
The clouds and humidity kept the smoke still and hanging in the air. The fireworks started off dazzling and vibrant. By the end, all you could see was spookyawesome night sky that alternated smoky red, then green, then white.
Independence day started off the night before, with lemonade and strong strong vodka drinks on a S. Eliot Street Brooklyn stoop, and then a day full of reading and relaxing, veggie dim sum in Chinatown, and a swanky East Village rooftop.
I always seem to find myself taking stock on this holiday. Mid-year resolutions come forward sometimes, authentic revelations reveal themselves (surprise!), and – as I felt last year, and the year before that – a surprising sense of peace kind of overwhelms me. Hot damn, this is a good life. Even with all its stupid junk.
