Work and Play

So like 75% of my fellow New Yorkers, I have now attained a day job so that in my so-called "spare time," I can further pursue a life of musical creation.

So I no longer will be serving people food for a living. No more getting free drinks and eating burritos and panninis as a reward for all my hard work. And certainly a lot less flirting. I'll be working in a doctor's office and some days with the doctor's three children. How weird to have a Saturday and Sunday off.

On the "play" end of things, I'm doing quite a bit of singing with a few possible new voice students on the line if I'm lucky and have the time to teach.
A play factor I've been wanting to incorporate in my life more is the crafty side of me. I want to make some quilts...and then cuddle with them. or sell them maybe.
I also want a dog...all the time. I see them...all the time, and I get really jealous/sad/angry/confused/jolly, all at once.
But for now, I'm content with how things are settling out one by one. I'm learning to take things in stride even when I think it couldn't get worse.

Wise words from a young sage...

I have been pretty ill this past week, so to celebrate my first real night of feeling like a human being again, I went out with my friend Bobby after my shift at Tiny Cup (a cafe where I am currently working). Our plan was to bike to this bar called Goodbye Blue Monday...i think. But instead, due to a private party that was occupying the space, we found ourselves going to a benefit anarchist/activist party/concert right next door. (This information, by the way, is in no way related to the punchline of this story, but is merely intended to set the stage for my friend's wise words.) The party was to benefit an activist named Andy Stepanian who has been sentenced time in jail for "conspiracy" to destroy an animal testing facility called Huntington Life Sciences. (www.andystepanian.com)

Anyway, as Bobby and I sat among the raucous neatly sipping our PBR, we were talking about the different ways guys talk to girls in order to "get in their pants," to which he added:

"We're just sexual creatures! Unless of course you're castrated. Unfortunately, most of us aren't."

Just think about it.

Hot Moonshiner Girls

Look at this amazing photo found from prohibition times that was used for a Zeek article (www.zeek.net: jewish progressive journal of thought and culture)

I wish I was as bad-ass as they were.