i live in new york city. and i have the best friends in the world. the end.
May
5th
Tue
5th
Gabriel inexplicably meets Serena AT THE PALACE, because why wouldn’t you show up at the hotel owned by the stepson of the woman you just swindled out of tons of cash? Serena and Chuckles are ready to play Ocean’s Eleven, except without Don Cheadle, who read the invitation wrong and showed up at the Hotel Rwanda, one of Bart Bass’s lesser-known international properties.
— The Gossip Girl recaps on Gawker are my favorite things about Tuesdays.
May
4th
Mon
4th
What are you doing this Saturday?
No plans? That’s what I thought. Perfect, because now you do! My friend Andrew is hosting a fundraiser for Children’s Hospital Boston at The Soho Loft. Tickets are $75, which includes an OPEN BAR, food catered by Pop Burger, and a raffle with prizes such as Red Sox and Knicks tickets, VIP Equinox membership, autographed memorabilia, apparel gift baskets, a week-long Nantucket getaway, and much much more. Not to mention, you’re contributing to a wonderful cause. Buy tickets here (under “Events”).
Even though I have had virtually nothing to do with the planning of this event, I’m very much invested in its success because Children’s Hospital holds a place in my heart. Not only has it been named one of the top two children’s hospitals in the country for 20 years, its abilities to solve problems no other hospital will attempt draws patients from around the country and around the world. In 2007 alone, it delivered life-saving care to over 3,000 patients. What did you do in 2007?
On a more personal level, Children’s Hospital is where my friend Todd Schwartz, who died of cancer in 2002, received his care. Not only did he receive the best possible treatment, they could not have been more accomodating and caring to Todd’s friends and family.
“$75?” You might ask. “That’s a lot to spend in a recession.” Well, to that I say, clearly you are not familiar with the fundraiser circuit in New York, because you’re not gonna find one anywhere that’s less than $100. This is a REALLY good deal. Not to mention you’re getting an OPEN BAR, have I mentioned that yet? And food. And music. And a raffle! And the pleasure of my company, which, let’s face it, is worth the $75 alone. Oh, and you’re contributing to a wonderful cause (which is tax-deductible). And $75 is nothing! If you live in NYC, that’s like 1/50th of your rent.
Again, buy tickets here, in the “Events” section. DO IT. Fun times for everyone!
May
3rd
Sun
3rd
dinner last night @ Bread Tribeca
In Boston last weekend, forgot I took pictures
(813): Doing final review now. Then epic shit. Then going to take it. Should start it be 1030. Done by 2. Drunk by 3. Hammered by 4. Blacked out by 5. Streaking by 6. Jail sometime after that
— probably what my June 8th is going to look like, courtesy of TextsFromLastNight
May
1st
Fri
1st
i don't care how hip and trendy this place is.
- Me: the place where **** is having her birthday is in the middle of nowhere
- Nicole: is it? where?
- Me: east broadway. past the manhattan bridge. CHRIST
- Nicole: i don't even know where that IS
- Me: because there's NOTHING worth going down there for
- Nicole: is that like chinatown?
- Me: its father east than chinatown and farther south than the lower east side
- Nicole: i remember that shit
- Nicole: i went to some crazy party there sophomore year
- Nicole: the floor caved in
- Nicole: it was insane
- Me: EXACTLY
www.textsfromlastnight.com
Reading this website A) literally makes me cry with laughter, and B) makes me miss my friends from home SO MUCH because any and all of these could have been sent in by one of them. and i’m just waiting for the day when something idiotic i text to one of them ends up on there.
Apr
30th
Thu
30th
![pinkhotel:
- Mary Panza
There was a time in my life, after college, where I would write and write and write- filling up too many notebooks with the trials and tribunes of life and disenchanted dreams; all while waiting to attend The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa Institute in Colorado.
I read this article tonight proclaiming that poetry is dying, as if it were a played out pop act. My first thoughts were the above and Mary’s poem.
My response to the article is, No. It will never die. There are too many passionate and tortured souls (by life, love, good, bad or anything in between) to ever let that happen. As former poet laureate Donald Hall says in the article, “I’m 80 years old. [For] 60 years I’ve been reading about poetry losing its audience.”
Exactly.
I miss writing. Poetry was the best outlet.](http://15.media.tumblr.com/Yl2Y2ZHouljsv1gb9JTYqkyho1_400.png)
There was a time in my life, after college, where I would write and write and write- filling up too many notebooks with the trials and tribunes of life and disenchanted dreams; all while waiting to attend The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa Institute in Colorado.
I read this article tonight proclaiming that poetry is dying, as if it were a played out pop act. My first thoughts were the above and Mary’s poem.
My response to the article is, No. It will never die. There are too many passionate and tortured souls (by life, love, good, bad or anything in between) to ever let that happen. As former poet laureate Donald Hall says in the article, “I’m 80 years old. [For] 60 years I’ve been reading about poetry losing its audience.”
Exactly.
I miss writing. Poetry was the best outlet.
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feinsodville:pinkhotel:beautifulordinaire:fek:
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
But this isn’t a song about one thing - it’s a song about two things: the moment right before the moment you’re having is over, when you know you’re going to leave, and move inside from a doorstep, or from the diner to the parking lot to the car. Or the moment right when you know a moment isn’t over, but it will be. And you want to prolong it. You want to make it last. You want to be stuck in that strange space that is 2:45 AM forever, and it’s fair. It’s fair because at no other time do certain things make total sense that wouldn’t at any other time. This isn’t a bad thing, and those feral-looking freak addicts in the diner with you? Right now, they’re not just not such bad people - they’re your people. And for a second, New York reminds you of the city you never knew but you’ve always been sentimental for. And then that’s gone, too.
But really, like most Otis Redding songs, it just makes me want to fuck.
(Download here).
Great song. Really, great fucking song.
I love the description of this almost as much as I love the song itself.
