Happy weekend blog family as we bid July farewell and move into the final month of summer.
Last night my roommate and I decided that we needed to go out. Really… we needed to…. between the insanely long hours he works and me trying to balance word sorting and nervous breakdown patterns… going out was imperative.
Our wanders led to a divine West Village hideaway where we were tucked into a tiny linen fortress and presented with deliciousness after deliciousness while one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life shook her hips and rolled her body in ways that simply defy my previous understanding of human possibility. Continue reading
Today is my mother’s birthday. Tomorrow I travel out to visit. I phoned her earlier to sing birthday songs. Part of our conversation sounded like this:
‘Have you started your job yet?’
‘No… but someone offered me a venue to host a spoken word night on Sundays.’
‘Are they going to pay you for that?’
… and then we both literally broke into fits of laughter. BWAHAHAHAA!! Continue reading
The best part about the last 289 posts I’ve smacked out is our surfacing soul tribe… Readers, Writers, Cult advocates, Zombies, various Artists, and international Pretties continuously come forward to say, ‘Why hello Gretchen Cello… let’s paint the world beautiful together…’
Fellow Artist Ricardo Perez and I have been sharing creations for quite some time and recently spoke on the telephone for the first time – a conversation that inspired the following collaboration. Much love to you Rick! We won’t stop… cause we can’t stop…
Shout out to the real people! Up we come…
My style of giving people a chance smiled at me,
It’ s good to connect with people that understand
where you’re coming from.
Voices connect and the exchange of words let you
know how real people are. Continue reading
the making of with and for
His hush floats into my insomnia,
And I learn to say please in seven ways. Continue reading
Last night started off with climbing trees and ended up with karaoke. And for the record I do NOT sing karaoke. I have no issue standing in front a New York City crowd and spitting funnies… but you will never find me propped between a mic stand and a host named Eddie leading the room in a chorous of We are the champions. Continue reading