recorded this a while back, but wanted to throw some love out there into the blogosphere...
xoxo.
this weekend was a bonafide cityfest- WHITE LINEN, to be exact. streets full of beautiful men and women donning white linen suits complete with the requisite brim hat and cigar, sheaths and flowy numbers in all its regal pompodour parading down the boulevards like an open invite catwalk. dancing in the streets, jazz music billowing out over the curbs, open museum galleries along frenchman street displaying modern and contemporary art...children, babies, grand-elderly, young, rich, poor, black, white, yellow, college-aged, urban professionals, hipsters and hippies alike all joined together in worship and celebration of the night dedicated to wearing the color of white.
after mashing self-made bacardi mojitos at the Ducati and Vespa motorcycle store in the downtown warehouse district where lovely lady crooners strummed their guitar releasing sweet music to the indulgent crowd, we made our way to the MET gala where we danced our asses off to the likes of jazzy-blues-trip hoppin DJ Soul Sister and the Booty Patrol Dancers. god, guys, if only i had photos, because the place was poppin off like a champagne cork, people tearing up the dance floor and an exquisite sweeping center staircase spiraling upwards to rooms filled wth lobster-bisque macaroni and cheese and shrimp cocktails... i barely noticed the art, as the place was filled with a contagious energy, an effervescent and sprightly verve that only feuled the atmosphere and the charged swelling crowd.
hit up a mellow hiphop show at a french quarter bar post gala, where a local group called Grass Roots dropped rhymes and spit flows with intelligent delectation. we sipped on red stripes and nodded our heads in rhythm to the beat as members revved up the crowd. chopped it up with a few locals as we talked vis a vis equal parts social politics to regional hip hop music. good times all around and then headed home where i plunked downward into a marshmellow of goosedown ready to greet sweet, melodic slumber.
it's a new week and it's time to groove baby, so let's just dance, dance, dance to the rhythm of the beat...
tchau.
J
OH LORD.
im in hell right now. sitting in the tulane library, writing some emails and surrounded by pure nastiness. To my left is an angry guy who keeps banging on his keyboard and spontaneously shouting out bursts of "fuck!" "piece of shit" and "goddamn!" To my right is a guy who is wearing bright orange glasses and finds it delighful to burp, fart, guffaw and just generally be obnoxious and all around erratic. damn my stupid non-functioning laptop!
So i went to a presbyterian church today and listened to the sermon which talked about a city of broken hearts, broken dreams and despair. it was semi depressing and the message was a bit ambiguous but the jist was that there is little than we can do and we just have to wait for Christ to come to this world for redemption, as God shall "transfigure and not abolish" the hell-ridden world in which we live. hmmm.. interesting.
we went to a pretty delish eatery following where they serve real lousiana food: we're talking gator burgers, crawfish, 'po boy sandwiches and the quintissential
god,
it's pure medieval, in a way, reminiscent of an era far removed but not forgotten- the old colonial South, preserved in its culturally rich embryonic sac of fluid...like it or hate it, new orleans is perhaps the rome of our times, a city built upon another city, an enduring civilization that shall surely rise and fall like the other greats, but will never be any less venerated or cherished...
snap, crackle 'n' pop,
im out like a gator,
j9
Look Ma, no hands!!
My life in a car.
Yeah, Kimon!
What it do, Myles!1. i'm going to keep this short and sweet, bullet-note style.
2. im in
3. On the way, i got into a pretty serious car accident.
4. my car hit a huge bank of water during a storm, crashed into the center divide and then hydroplaned 4 lanes across the freeway.
5. it was freaky as fuck but i walked away unscathed. another guy wasn't so lucky (3 cars besides my own did the same thing)- i witnessed his car flip over 3 times; he was severely wounded, paramedics rushed to the scene and promptly scooped him up.
6. an incredible couple who stopped at the scene of the accident kindly have been helping me out. my car wasn't totalled but the axels are completely busted out in every which way direction. the car was towed to the kind couple's house and they have been vigilant about calling everyone they know to remedy the situation and help get me back on my feet.
7. there are 3 mechanics who are steadfastly working on my car (all 'hood connections of the guy who stopped to help me out). insurance won't cover a thing. what would have been a nearly $2000 job is being done for a mere $650 bucks, parts and labor all included.
8. my angels are with me. no doubt.
9. i'm waiting to drive back to
10. On a more positive note, myself and my roommate, Eva, are VERY close to signing the lease on an apartment, a real marvel with hardwood floors, high ceilings and ridiculous amounts of closet space for me (whoo hooo!)
j9
last night i went to this place called "dos gringos trailer park". 50 cent coronas after 9 pm, guys! literally, i go up to the counter and the guy plunks down 2 coronas in front of me and goes, $1 please. I'm like whattt??? $1 cover, $1 service fee, which the fuck is it!? no, for my ENTIRE order, biatches. yeah, it's ridic. the spot is super campy and a bit kitsch but it makes fun of the whole trailer park theme. open roof (all u see is the arizonian sky), tons of dance floor, a great circular bar serving up heaps of good mexican thoroughfare and an awesome live band. i went with a few friends and we got our dance and our drink on. it was pretty fun. came back and had heaps of rich, nefariously decadent lemon-chocolate cake (oh go ahead, ladies, drool) to celebrate our friend Em's birthday...and then i got into this amazingly intense 2 hour conversation with Em's 27 year old roommate, aaliyah, who happens to be like one of the coolest people i've ever met. (God just has a way of dropping these love bombs on me when i need it most) She's this rad, brilliant, fast-talking chick who abandoned her dreams of becoming a lawyer in favor of teacherdom. she's done it all, worked at the dept. of justice, done non-profit consulting, played the yuppie bit in D.C.... alla that good stuff. but yeah, she's here, and we just VIBE (radio dial tuned into each others stations)... going through our common battles, questioning of self, etc. etc. In a time when I needed real spit, I got it...
j9
ahhhhh dang, life's fucking good sometimes. the simplest things can induce waves of head-to-toe pleasure. hakuna matata, just eat a rib. that's my motto in life, yo.
tchau,
nini
