After my thoughts about other Writer blah-gs earlier, I decided to visit a few to catch up on the past years-ish. Something interesting I saw, is that while no one is brave enough to comment on a blog post publicly, they’ll happily “like” it on Facebook.
I guess this is where my post-grad communications dorkness shows. It stuns me that rather than individually support an Artist in their own forum – out of ease and convenience = humans thumbs up to show their approval while raising Facebook’s stock.
Because everyone knows, Mark Zuckerburg needs a raise. (more…)
Humans are often entertained by the bubble I reside in. Regardless if I am rolling in the faraway land of Australia or squatting in central New York City, between the glow of Times Square and breeze of Central Park, I make a point to not know too much about what’s going on.
I watched a date of mine awkwardly squirm over his escargot last week trying to explain to me what the ice bucket challenge is. If you don’t know, congratulations. Apparently I had a really good run at not having any clue about it. The benefits of not having Facebook we decided.
While I stay knee deep in reading things relevant to what I do at work, outside of my job, I’m all set with the news, thanks. I also don’t read a lot of creative work written by other people – especially not when I’m heavy into a project. (more…)
Can’t believe a week flew by blog family. That’s what happens at the end of a New York City summer. We all go nuts because we know the sidewalks just won’t be the same in a few months. Everyone crowds to street cafes to guzzle their last rounds of frozen drinks before autumn arrives and we swap our summer cocktails for pumpkin ales and replace our singlets with sweaters.
It goes so fast.
To see summer out properly and conclude the ritual of forgetting that kid I liked for a week or so, I’ve been going on dates. Again.
Being a swaggy, independent lady like myself here in the big smoke – it’s pretty easy getting dates. I actually had three in the same day last week. Dates aren’t the hard thing to land. Second dates, that’s another story. (more…)
Namaste blog tribe
I have been uncharacteristically quiet the past days-ish. Mainly, I’ve been listening to this:
That song does something to me that I don’t think women are really capable of until we hit 30. Which reminds me… (more…)
It’s a cool rainy day in New York City. I’m on my way to work, but I had to share this creepy track that I want to have sex with. Similiar to preferring writing that gives me chills, I like songs that do the same.
I’ve realized I really need to publish a short story collection. Prior to the next poetry book and post Novel.