I’m really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I’ve even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone’s first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday.
“So wait?” I told myself. “The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare – has only played like, one festival in the States?” Then I giggled.
Get ready Yankees. Continue reading
Namaste blog tribe
I’ve been blessed to encounter a collection of Entrepreneurs as of late. I think it’s sexy that New York City is a legitimate hub of passion and ideas and people willing to dedicate their life to such a creative, sky-is-the-limit approach to existence.
I guess what I’m saying is that I have been more inspired than I have felt for a decent section of time. And we know how much I adore being inspired. Continue reading
Hudson Animal Hospital and Blue Pearl Veterinary Partners suck. Here’s why:
Most of you are aware of mangy Fronkles – who I rescued over the summer, from a pound camper parked on 82nd Street.
Fronkles is the first New York City pound dog I saved. I can only imagine the conditions he was in. I never thought about mange before, because I never rescued a neglected puppy before. From the research I’e done, mange makes perfect sense. Frankie was in disgusting conditions, probably never had proper shots and had a greasy/dandruffy coat when I brought him home. I told the vets all of this. Here’s what they had to say:
The first time I went to Hudson Animal Hospital in September, to discus Fronkles’s persistent itching, they charged me $85 and said, “Give him a bath. Want to buy our special shampoo? It will cost extra. Maybe run some allergy tests? They’re like $500.” Continue reading
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?” Continue reading
Fronkles has mange, I believe it’s sarcoptic mange, and it’s the worst thing ever! Continue reading