i found a dollar

in my pocket and a letter in the mailbox

though these two discoveries seem quite customary,
they are fantastically exciting to me.
A check for twenty seven from a soothing sister &
A dollar in a pocket I didn't expect to be there

The check was wrapped in paper
ripped right from a journal
written on in black ink
with a poem just in time
(a poem for the troubled mind)

she has given me her morning shift
to treat the pets and feed myself

"money is a fictitious stress"
money does not support us, people do.

and it's good to be reminded of this sometimes
(and also to find a measly dollar in a forgotten pocket
to prompt a: "hey, i lived without that dollar for a while
without even knowing it. is it really that important?)

So I magneted the letter up on the fridge
and tacked the check above my desk.

foos

who doya think'll win?

-fly me to the moon, telluride co.

unbridled

his bed is an 18-page chapbook
split at the middle–
she slips into the binding

the heels of her feet
still have winter written on them
skin cracks: a white map of where she's been

he draws her smiles
like a bath,
even if she appears serious in sleep

she leaves without
saying goodbye
no note and never the expected reply

if you read this tonight...

find something other than drinking to do tonight to entertain yourself

thank you

-management

A (satur)Day in the Life of Que McCormick

First of all, this was a gift from her bartender at Williamsburg Cafe:


Oh, sweet magic. Too bad this girl has given up the elixir.

Anyhow, on my visit to ny, I was able to follow her around "en route" Saturday afternoon to see what her minimum wagey's are like. Needless to say, I wish I could promote trendy local artists in a hip town like Wburg for cash!

The journey begins with...

this huge fat cat at a bookstore called "READ". Jackie told me she goes and pets her while she sifts through the shelves and shelves of books about Buddhism and Zen. (And Nick is paying her for this?!)



She looks like Dagny's mother - long lost family!!! Let's just say I am glad she works in a bookstore and isn't hoe-ing it around town making millions of little Dagny's. I think it's safe to say Mrs. Dagny is an incredibly celibate nerd.



We were testing the length of Jackie's hair by stairwell steps instead of inches. The answer is 2 1/4.



"Okay guys, seriously, I need to go hand these out to people."



Jackie attempts to escape our company but we tracked her ass like Sacajawea:


After extensive stalking, we finally got her to stop and give us a bit of history behind this wburg graffiti mural.



A girl went around NYC and set up these simple, sturdy benches against sign posts to mark places where she thought people should take a moment to sit down and observe the beauty in that particular photo clip of the city.


I think it is quite obviously why this benchmark was placed here...


We need to stop and take a closer look in life.




My recent outlook on life is that we should all be alive like we could have a novel written about us, or write our own autobiography and stay INTERESTED, ENTHRALLED in it. This takes an attention to detail and an appreciation for the particulars.

Why SHOULDN'T we live like we're being narrated and everyone wants a peek into the plotline? Yes, I just watched Stranger Than Fiction last night with Will Ferrell, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Dustin Hoffman. If you've seen it, you'd probably agree: "why would anyone ever want to write a story about Harold Crick?" Well, my friends, it is the person who seeks details and thrives on the minutia in life that finds the entertainment and irony in stories like DEATH & TAXES. You think anyone would ever want to be Bartleby the Scrivener? No! But his story is intriguing because Melville found a way to extract the curiosities behind a superficially bland, boring character. Finding a philosophy from a IRS tax auditor's life is not an easy task, but it is possible. If that is possible, any one of us young folk shouldn't have lost hope yet that we are capable of living an interesting and fulfilling life.

Reason I liked the movie? Because it taught me something. It wasn't in a quick cliche quotation like "Live every day to its fullest!" "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today!" Kay Eiffel, the author of Harold Crick's novel says some very insightful things to Dr. Jules Hilbert in one of the last scenes. So this blog doesn't turn into a movie spoiler, I will allow you to check it out for yourself. . .

If my afterlife is watching a movie of myself when I was alive, I want to watch a good flick; I wouldn't want to be bored all over again. So I might as well entertain myself while I am alive and doubletime the entertainment for my after world.



Okay, waaaay off initial blog topic of Jackie's Flea Market Promotional gig in Williamsburg. But I do give props to Que for finding a job that enjoyable. Kudos and continue exploring your weekends in Wburg!!!

and one last post before sleep ensues...

...and i know this is not what you thought it would be
no whips no chains just dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing dancing...



And that we are... we're all just hangin from the wire...



Horton hears a HOOT

Mock, yeah. Ing, yeah.

What better thing to do on a sunny saturday in brooklyn than to mock things in the burg?

mock viking...



mock purple bicycles



mock shadow



mock brown shoes



mock dog squat



mock "The King"



mock mannequin



mock BIRD!





Have you heard?

Everyone loves time travel!

Prior to AGrey's exhibit, we attended a drum circle for the Full Lunar Eclipse! (that we half-way missed due to Wburg and subway and sweet potatoe fries, but really because of our own tardiness).

"Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes - A fantabulous night..."



And just before that, some 23rd St Duane Reed (sp?) shenanagans (sp?) ...



Where's the camera?



Oh, there it is! There I am!



Squat - -



Pose ! !

CoSM

What better way to begin this string of blogs than with a fun mirror of funny faces from Alex Grey's Chapel of Sacred Mirrors? It was the only portion of the museum we were allowed to photograph and so we did- extensively. Here are some of the best:







Thank you to all participants (Jackie Sammy Rizzo Chelsea me) for obscuring your faces beyond recognition. Yea ugly!