it's snowing in brooklyn

sometime in january, 2012. our first snow of the year. it's 3:39am. i just got home from a birthday party, but not just any birthday party, frank's birthday party, at brooklyn fireproof. they played an awesome set. he was happy. we were all happy. i think about how magical everyone's lives are that are constantly spinning around us and then i think about how lucky we are. we are young. we dance. they play music to a crowd that dances around them and sings along to their songs. no one seems to have a worry in their heart (except for one girl, but that's another story). we all just dance. hair and heads whip around me. everyone is dancing. i look back. where did everyone come from? the room is full and people are just dancing. this is my life. and my life is amazing.

now, at home sitting in my living room, typing, staring at snow coming down onto the patio outside the sliding glass door. it reminds me of a gus van sant movie. the sky is tinted orange. it's not dark out, just a dimly lit room somewhere in the middle of nowhere and the sky has no end, no ceiling. snow lays silently on the metal screen door. it's getting whiter and whiter and finally seems to pile up enough that the poop on the patio is almost covered up, like we never had poop on our patio.

bushwick sleeps quietly. tonight was exceptionally quiet. not many people on the rode. but then again, it's really cold out.

if life ends this  year, then i must make this year count.

i'm tired and realized it's almost 4am. i must go to sleep.

sunday feb 21 2010

over two and a half years living in new york city, more specifically brooklyn and it's finally starting to become home. i'm not sure when this happened but all of a sudden i wake up and realize how much brooklyn feels like home. i can't begin to describe all the scary exciting fantastical events that have happened since i moved to new york on july 17, 2007 (yes, i remember the exact date!). it's been a roller-coaster ride that could have ended tragically but luckily took a turn for the better and here i am to write about all of it. maybe, eventually, i can say it's the start of a book. maybe, more realistically, just the start of a blog to add to the gadzillions of blogs already floating around in cyberspace.

this past friday, february 19th was our health inspection with the nyc department of health and mental hygiene. sounds very official doesn't it? well, it was and finally we get the official stamp of approval to open our doors to real live (hopefully paying) customers. little skips, the physical location, has been a long time in the making. blood, sweat and tears are just a little of what went into getting this place ready to open. it's like a huge boulder has been lifted off my shoulders. friday was surreal. i massed texted everyone after the inspectors left, shook my hand and said in reply to my 'when can i open?", "you can open right now." henry jumps for joy and half jokingly runs in circles to find something to sell. maria-diana ends up being the almost first customer by buying a nasty cup of maxwell house home styled brewed coffee. she said she wanted to be officially the first paying customer. that she gets the title. those maxwell house coffee from family dollar days are gone now. our shiny La Marzocco espresso machine gets installed monday by the technically talented tommy gallagher at counter culture coffee who so happens to live in the neighborhood. i talked to the guy from launch stalker today and we are posted on his blog site.

friday ended up as a nice celebration day. it started by being taken to lunch. i ate at life cafe with maria-diana, chris and josh mccutchen. i treated myself to the life burger, medium with lots of katsup. mitch and mollie stoped by after and brought me flowers and frambois. ohhow they sound perfectly matched like you should always have flowers with frambois. dalton was next to stop by to help with designing our logo. i got faith in this one. the logo feels close. now we just sit tight and wait for the first binary encrypted draft of our logo. i guess my doodling and hand drawn creatures weren't making the cut according to henry. he's right. this is not my forte.

later, henry's friends came by, both named adrian, which i dont' know if i'm spelling it right because i think it's one of those names that can have at least 8 or 9 spellings. one adrian is going to do an art piece on a couple walls in little skips. we discussed. adrain got on a ladder and commenced doodling with a mechanical pencil he just got from family dollar after he refused henry's more official fancy drawing pencils he probably got from the craftsupply store.

finally, the little skips family showed up for the grande finale. i had a lot of fun just 'staying in' on a friday night at little skips.