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the community garden on avenue b between 5th street (my block) and 6th street has a compost bin that accepts contributions.
| do bring: horse manure cut weeds leaves vegetable waste (spoils, peels, rinds, cores) coffee grounds tea leaves and bags (remove tags) egg and peanut shells bark chips wood ash worms |
don't bring: meat, fish, milk fat bones wigs dog or cat waste cheese charcoal fried food newspaper oils glass anything painted plastics or styrofoam |
a conversation as 2 leaves 1's apartment:
1. thanks for coming over.
2. thanks for having me.
1. thanks for letting me have you.
it could've all been yours! that does it . . . 3+ years of zero commerce on this site, but from now on i'm posting big fat announcements when i auction things on ebay. like my underwear. if it had my writing scribbled all over it, would you bid on it?
packed my pockets with my handspring platinum and things fall apart and headed for wonderbarif jami can read books in bars and everyone falls in love with her, so can i, right? wrong. because jami is smart enough to not work with, sleep with, IM with, or have brunch with every-freaking-body in the bar when i walk in. there's maurice and paul having their nightcaps, and maurice and i are looking at the same cute guy that i followed into a store a few weeks ago. then a boy that i went on a few dates with walks in. i'm a good ex (also he's looking really cute tonight), so i buy him a corona and we get to chatting. he tells me about the two guys he was dating for a while, and how he liked both of them but it was too much work to go on dates with both of them, so he broke up with both. this may sound odd to you if you're not a new yorker, but it happens all the time. then a girl that i worked with two years ago rolls up and we do the niceties: how are you, what's new, you look great, glad you're enjoying new job/unemployment, then a guy that i hung out with platonically once shows up after a busted visit to beige at bowery bar. everyone should know that that night sucks there, that it's all full of eurotrash assholes or, and trust me on this one, a trick that you don't care to run into. one of them will always be there.
the reason why, since people asked, isn't some why-does-our-community-have-to-appear-in-leather-and-drag-when-this-is-the-only-time-straight- people-look-at-us-and- all-we-want-is-respect-blah- blah-blah. don't most people reach a certain age where they'd rather be left alone than "respected" anyway? my beef is more about how at the same time that pride (and how most of the booths and floats now are for altoids or websites or bars, and how people decide to hold hands for one day only, and how the more pride i see the more it feels like a celebration of boringness) makes me not like being gay, there's parts of it (seeing same-sex couples pushing strollers or carrying babies, other happy couples of all stripes) that make me just a little bit jealous.
princess and the warrior: haunting and beautiful and painful and usually all three at the same time. a definite must see, according to dante woo.
have i mentioned lately that i hate pride? because i do.
sold hotly-bid banana yoshimoto novel today on ebay, which was exciting. when people are bidding against each other for something you have, you can almost pretend that they're fighting over you. watched pyramid song video on mtv2 and thought violence definitely begets violence, and maybe art begets art if this song makes me get off my comfortable couch and write or sing or make something, but could one beget the other in addition to begetting more of the same? or maybe i just wanted an excuse to use the word "beget" over and over in one sentence. another unused domain name: limeade.com. google gives us 3 search results for "violence begets art," but none for "art begets violence," which is, i guess, the scariest one of all four.
went to see morplay and velvet mafia at homocorps last night, snagged flier for fringe pride on tuesday. i hate pride, but this event will hopefully be different. can't stop listening to beta band. shaved all my hair off for the summer heat. still not reading enough.
sweatiness, wifebeater, cheap red plaid ugly old navy shorts that said they were 32" waist but completely slide off my ass (unless i'm skinnier
now) as i'm walking down avenue a. following guys into stores just because they're cute. discover that me and the owner of the record store on my block have a friend in common.
buy radio-head tickets for liberty state park, yeah baby!! update jami's site as she's in prague. buy wiry steel furniture for my kitchen and living room. tompkins square park to people watch and read a little bit. summer ruts, and a woman outside my building comments on my pants falling down and wants to have a big con-versation about it:
her: your pants are falling down
me (carrying shelves in, both hands occupied): yeah, i know, i thought they'd fit
her: you thought they'd fit? they're not yours?
me: well, they said they were my size at the store.
her: they're not your size.
posted jami's first entry from prague to whatever-whenever.net. it's hot and sticky in new york, plus the place where i work is on the verge of bankruptcyeveryone is in a bad mood as we drink beers at naked lunch after work. i remember one accident-prone summer i spent in hawaii: i fell out of my bed onto the tv stand and scratched myself up, i got a rash on my hands from making limeade, and stepped on a badge with the pin exposed when i was wading in the ocean. at first i thought i'd stepped on some coral, or maybe gotten stung, but when i removed it, it was a mothers against drunk driving (MADD) pin that said "i'm responsible."
hunger site, click. breast cancer site, click. radiohead.com, click .. holy shit, auction for tickets to the new york concerts!
and i saw moby tugging furniture down the street today.
1: yo, why u fuck around so much?
2: because it's fun and i can.
1: i bet you don't even recognize half the guys that've fucked you.
2: yes i do. i remember them forever.
just went through and titled each month from the blogs. i want them to be more like chapters than unread archives; gotta figure out how to display them on the new homepage and navigation.
jami's party was great for a few reasons:
my birthday party was great for a few reasons:
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