I recently made a wild purchase. I bought a new bicycle. I even got a bulbous white helmet with flowers, a front and back light, a lock, and a drink holder. Don't forget the items needed to change a tire in case I get a flat. This is serious business. What led me to this … Continue reading My Inner Cynic is a Dude?
The Morton Salt Girl is an example of the Droste effect, a picture within a picture within a picture. It keeps on repeating itself with no end. The way my brain handles emotions reminds me of this effect. I capture images of my hurt, pain, discomfort, and sadness, pictures within pictures, until those images, those … Continue reading The Morton Salt Girl
I love sleeping. I'm not good at a lot of things, but sleeping is a talent of mine. So much so, that I am sometimes envious of the story of Rip Van Winkle. Depending on the day and my mood, falling asleep for 20 years sounds sort of refreshing. (Please people that know me, don't panic. I have … Continue reading Rip Van Winkle’ing It
When I am in Jersey City, I always make time to walk by the waterfront to see the view of the NYC skyline. This one particular morning, the fog clung to the buildings and New York had almost disappeared. I prefer this view of NYC, draped in fog, to the rollercoaster ride that happens when you … Continue reading Rollercoasters and Pigeons
Over the past few years, I have become a boxing enthusiast (this doesn't sound very street, but I have been told multiple times I have no street cred so...). Boxing draws me in. Three reasons I know this to be true. When I see it on TV, I let the remote stop on the channel … Continue reading Life Lessons Brought to You by Boxing