My brother’s in town!!!
After Michelle schemed to get me to go to a “skype event” I ended up being surprised by my little brother whom came to the city all the way from state college to surprise meee.
I am so happy.
You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn’t depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.
―the mysterious benedict society
to the year of magical thinking / bon anniversaire
In the blink of an eye, I turned twenty six. So many good things happened this past year: received my MFA, moved to New York and reunited with my best friend, my other half, Michellita (we’re roommates ya’ll!! so crazy).
I’ve met some really great people along the way and let go of some that no longer were meant to be a part of my world.
All good things for t w e n t y s i x.
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
tonight i took my second run in the neighborhood. i decided i’m really going to make a genuine effort to implement a run everyday into my lifestyle. running around the hood has allowed me to discover little niches, treasures, that make bed-stuy so full of magic. i was stopped today by a gallery window on dekalb ave next to what looked like some sort of generic chicken joint. as i stared perplexed and intrigued a couple of street guys started talking to me about it. they told me about the great paintings they’ve seen through the window. the gallery looked ghostly but i decided to pull the door open and so i met jacob and jon.
still searching for bdot.