This is the last time I was happy, February 2012. After that, things all went pear-shaped again while I continued to fight the good fight and find a place for myself in this town.
I’m proud to report that three weeks have gone by now, nearly three, and I haven’t felt unsteady or crash-like. The way I put it to my best friend in Colorado over the weekend was that “I feel suspiciously happy.” Then we talked about how someone possibly put a curse on me for a minute… but that’s another story.
I write a lot about how human interactions can slap around a life to the degree where it’s not quite the experience we’d like. I also weave in some pleasantries from time to time. (more…)
I love Christmas time in New York City. To celebrate this wonderful time I of year, I’ve been going on dates again.
My mantra of the moment is, “Don’t get married.” As our loyal readers are aware, I have a nasty habit of doing that. And I really like to do it, apparently, with people who I hardly know. So yeah, the “Don’t get married” mantra is in full effect.
I haven’t felt compelled to marry anyone I’ve been on dates with this week… I’ve been on three so far. I guess it’s a bit fun. But then again, it’s sort of impossible to have a bad time running around Manhattan at places like The John Dory and The Pony Bar. (more…)
You know, blog family…
Getting divorced twice in a fifteen month period is heaps easier than it reads.
If I could sum up how I feel at this moment, I would probably say…
SLIP OUT THE BACK, JACK. MAKE A NEW PLAN, STAN…
… you don’t need to discuss much. just drop off the key lee, and get yourself free.
Namaste cult collective
For the past few days I have been scooting around midtown and the likes of Central Park with puppies in tow. Peanut doesn’t pull quite how I had hoped, but a scooter is certainly no bike. At least pushing myself around is cardio. I think. And I heard cardio is healthy.
Once again, I digress. So like I was saying, Scooter.
Last Saturday I took the C train to W4th Street and wandered to the east side where I visited Urban Motion on 12th Street. A friendly sales boy greeted me with a beaming, “So what type of scooter are you looking for?” (more…)
While I was running around Colorado last week, I learned of Sylvia Browne’s passing on 20 November, eleven days ago.
Sylvia Browne lived a life to be celebrated. Cynics and skeptics were never her issue. While crowds of haters picked out every false prediction Sylvia made, she was writing amazing books about her experiences and opinions as a Medium – and starting a church.
Regardless of how anyone feels about the nature of her work, Sylvia Browne moved people, educated students and changed people’s lives for better. No inhabitant of Earth is perfect, it’s literally impossible. So I don’t really understand why the woman was verbally assaulted by so many non-believers. Each to their own, I suppose.
Francine and Sylvia are both on the other side doing very well, so I hear. (more…)