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midnight extension of misery

So I returned to New York City today after a weekend of writing in the country. I was greeted by cult members who painted my afternoon with things like triple olive, dirty vodka martinis and cigars on my balcony.

Consequently, I napped around 6pm… that happened.

Viva public holidays!

Never the less, I awoke at midnight, wandered Peanut around 9th avenue, bought a cherry coke and came back to my apartment with one major thought:

Graveyard Train. Continue reading

open fire of my burning heart

chapter from a children’s book

Sometimes I write those too… well, I did while I was in Australia. Maybe again down the line. Chapter One from I’m going where it snows. A story about a little boy in a hot Aussie climate who just wants some relief from the sweltering heat.

Mum and Dad refuse to buy an air-conditioner.

“Billy,” my Dad begins while I watch his bushy, blonde moustache wiggle back and forth. It’s too hot to move, and the sweat dripping down my body has me pasted to our leather couch. I can’t get away.

“Heat toughens you up, you should be thankful,” Dad continues. “Don’t you wanna be tough? You’re lucky to be one of the rare people on the planet who can survive in a climate like this. Sunny Queensland my boy!”

“But I’m dying,” I protest with a restless shift of my slumped body. I do this every few seconds to peel my sweaty legs away from the sticky material beneath me. “Why can’t we get an air-conditioner?” Continue reading

sandy schmandy

Some of you may have heard about Hurricane Sandy that is coming to blow us all off the northern seaboard in a rapidly approaching time.

I say horse  pucky.

I saw some live time cyclones while I was living in Australia. For example, I was living in Brisbane when a storm ripped through a suburb totaling a block of houses with nothing but a few piles of wood in its wake.

I was living in Melbourne when the 2011 Brisbane floods devastated the nation. I realize Sandy might whip some winds through and rattle a few telephone poles… but I don’t think the entire island group that is New York City will be submerged in impossible pools of sky water.

Maybe I’m just an optimist.

The U.S. media is hilarious over the weather. If they reported on issues like world hunger and women’s rights with just as much passion, it would be a dramatically different country. The economy would crash from the drop of bottled water and flashlight sales.

From the looks of it I have a few coming days of rainy weather writing which I enjoy immensely. Tea with grey skies and petrichor letters spilling on a page.

I might even purchase a desk this weekend… that’s how unconcerned I am about Sandy smashing through and destroying life as we know it.

the puppies do manhattan

Yesterday Timothy, myself and two small creatures wandered across the Queensborough Bridge. That’s right blog tribe, the puppies totally did Manhattan.

As suspected, they were very pleased to wander through Turtle Bay to the delight of Henry and Lily dancing for pats all the way. Manhattan residents don’t try to look tough like Queens locals. They’re more than happy to praise adorableness.

The puppies were stopped by two new friends before we even crossed a single avenue. So we decided to take them to Central Park.

Central Park up around 110 Street on a Monday might be someplace for the babies to explore. Dead-guts-center visiting of Central Park, near the zoo, as autumn colors crawl to bloom and peepers come out for Saturday strolls… not so much.

To be honest, children and tourists were not the greatest predator of the park. Nor were horses pulling carriages or yappy yuppy dogs being carried by mumsie – oh no.

Squirrels. Squirrels, I have come to learn, are the puppies archnemesis. There are no squirrels in Australia, my friends. I have gotten many-a-hoot from observing my Aussie travel companions snap shots of bushy tailed rats. While I’ve never had any personal beef with squirrels, I don’t think I’ve ever taken a photo of one either.

I suppose it’s how some of my Aussie family feels about Kookaburras. Alas, I digress.

The puppies hate squirrels. They want to eat them. I believe it has something to do with their history of rat catching. Not with me, I mean like bloodline stuff. Although Henry did catch a rat once when I was living in Queensland. It ran out of some rubbish left over from renovations… gross.

In closing, the puppies love New York City. Check. I’m going to go back to working on a book. Hopefully I can trade it for a check to buy a farmhouse. Then the puppies can have a yard to catch all the squirrels they want.

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