left brain

tats are for me

Since my obsession is growing into a nearly out of control level, I am obsessing over where to put the next one and what it should be. Here are some thoughts. I love the placement in the next two pics.

the story of 3 nights

Wednesday night I went to see Little Miss Sunshine before hanging at Vinyl (my favorite lil hangout with the most intoxicating margarita's in HK).  Sunshine was fantastic.  One of the best movies I have seen in the last 6 months.  It was absolutely hysterical, fun, incredibly entertaining, charming, very well-written and very well-acted.  Steve Carrall was fantastic as was everyone else, including the little girl who played the wanna be pageant winner and I usually hate children.  lol.  The story is basically about a fractured family and their adventure from NewMexico to California after their daughter wins in some pageant.

Thursday night I trekked with my friend Halim and Jerry to a free concert "Celebrating Brooklyn" in Prospect Park in Park Slope.  And by trek I mean it takes a fucking long time to get to Brooklyn.  Christ.  And when my friend Halim asked what gentrification meant (not understanding the English meaning) and I said to the much dismay to others (most of whom seem to live in Brooklyn), "Gentrification means the neighborhood gets nicer." lol.  It was supposed to be Philip Glass performing the score to Dracula as they showed the movie.  I say "supposed to be" because for nearly 50 minutes they had some Slavic loser party stomping around on sstage and nearly once they got off of it, a massive thundershower rolled overhead.  Philip and the movie was canceled nearly ten minutes into the movie started and everyone went fleeing into the subway station as some serious bolts of lightening shot down.

Last night, Friday night, I went to Babbo for the second time to celebrate my friends birthday.  In short, Babbo has to be my second most favorite restaurant in the United States.  My first being Per Se which also happens to be in NYC.  Babbo got me wanting to take a cross country Michelin tour in Italy like I did in France.  And one of the most exciting things about Babbo is that it is one of the main restaurants in this country that creates food with various items (pigs feet, head of veal, head of lamb, cocks crows) that most Americans won't eat.  It turns out that I had most of them, haha.  I've had head of veal before in France but I thought it was worth trying the head of lamb which was actually ground and put into ravioli. 

Thiago

the new TATE

All I have to say is that this looks unreal. Clearly LONDON knows what they are doing for the future.

Chernobyl on Wall Street

The blogging has been sporadic. I am sorry, I know I know. But it has been like living in a whirlwind. I saw Susan Sarandon as she sat next to me at lunch, Colin Farrel getting out of his celeb-mobile on MY street! haha, so funny, so weird... but I guess seeing celebs is typical according to Gary. Things have finally settled in my apartment, in New York, and in Boston and I am now throwing myself into being creative. And being creative means blogging as well as painting, so much to come, as I try to skimp on spending money.

I got up early yesterday and headed all the way to the tip of Manhattan to wander around Battery Park, Wall Street, the LowerEastSide, Chinatown, Little Italy, and then ultimately to Union Square where I met my friend Joe for lunch and a movie. For the last two days, I have been completely alone so getting out of my apartment and seeing people was needed, as well as seeing a friend I truly like hanging out with. I took my camera along for the trip which was mainly why I went. The best are in this post.

Apartment in HK

I have one remaining box to unpack so here is what my apartment looks like at the current, nearly finished, level.  I say that it is nearly finished because I really haven't gotten around to a lot of decorating and most of my art is going to be put into a new show I got into so I seriously need to get to work at producing stuff.   So the apartment has gone from this:

To this:

Another Reason Why...

towleroad: Lead Plaintiffs in Massachusetts Gay Marriage Case Split.

Julie and Hillary Goodridge, the lead plaintiffs in the case (Goodridge vs. Dept. of Public Health) that paved the way for legalized same-sex marriages in Massachusetts, have separated.

Said their spokesperson: "Julie and Hillary Goodridge are amicably living apart. As always their number one priority is raising their daughter, and like the other plaintiff couples in this case, they made an enormous contribution toward equal marriage. But they are no longer in the public eye, and request that their privacy be respected." Of the significance of the split, she said, "I just think this really doesn't say anything. Our families, like other families, can face tough times, with many making it through those moments, but some not."

Out of 7,300 same-sex marriages since Massachusetts began allowing them in May 2004, there have been 45 divorces.

Beach Boys

And because I like to tease, I rewarded everyone with some dick, after the jump

First Impressions

My first thoughts of NYC are:

People talk to each other. Everywhere. Grocery stores, Starbucks, elevators, the street, bars. It is surprising coming from Boston where no one even looks at each other nevermind talk. Pretty weird. Pretty dreamy. Especially since they look in the mirror before they leave their apartment, lol.

NYC in July is like me in heat. Or it is making me in heat. lol. I don't know what it is but the city just makes me want to fuck. It nearly smells of SEX, the city that is.

Do not go to a grocery store on 58th street because you think you might not pass another one when you live around 45th. It turns out that there is one on every block. Carrying groceries 15 blocks is stupid.

Buying an AC since it is hot as hell outside? Get it delivered for $6.50 (+ tip). Don't get into a cab and lug it yourself. It just isn't worth it. Everything in Manhattan can be delivered to you SAME day. I never really understood that you could get anything whenever you want it in NYC until today.

If you need to talk about your Manhunt hookups or the boys emailing you on it or ANY other website you currently have a profile on you really have nothing better to do with yourself. And your insecure, whatever age you are. Please don't waste my time with that.

Having a doorman is incredible. Ikea is also incredible. The Manhattan Home Depot is incredible. Happy Hour is incredible. Peering at my neighbors from my bathroom window is less than incredible. lol.

If i have to leave Manhattan, I will kill myself first. Unless I am going on vaca, then that is okay.

I promise pics of my apartment soon, and a part two of the move when I am not about to go clubbing.

Moving, part 1

Sunday was a nearly perfect day for my last Sunday in Boston or at least my last Sunday living in Boston. I woke up to have coffee with Tom and to have my emotional “goodbye’ with him. Following I did some errands and ended up picking up Brian to head to a farm in some Boston burb. He wanted carrots, I wanted a farm boy. Typical, I guess. On the way back we passed Walden Pond, which is a historically famous pond in Lincoln, MA where some famous poets (Thoreau) came to weep and write. We decided to park the jeep and take a walk around it. It is sorta weird since as you walk around the pond there are these little open spaces that allow you to get off the path and into the water. But as you circle the pond which probably takes a little more than an hour passing these little spaces, each is filled with a couple or a family of four or sixteen, and each individual acts like they just got their private beach chair on some incredibly exclusive resort. We eventually said “fuck it” literally and just joined a family of three (mainly because their hot Eastern Euro son was worth fighting for) and we ended up able to swim which was a nice cool relief to the beginning of the heat wave Boston now suffers in. After a little nap, I got dinner at Toro with Jerry.

Tuesay night I said goodbye to my parents and then chugged down two bottles of champagne as I looked out over the city of Boston with Brian while Jose’s Mexican in “the woods” was my “last supper” in Boston Tuesday night. Though I am now running on like 20 hours of sleep for three nights, thanks to waking up at four a.m. (which is supposedly the time where the layer between this world and other worlds is the thinnest if you believe in that weirdness) in a fleeting moment of anxiety because of where I plan to put my couch. I still haven’t fully cried about this whole thing. I basically now feel like I am just dazed and confused, haha.

I upgraded my cell phone so there is not one moment where I am not fully connected to the internet, since I am now fully without cable internet for a little while. Pretty scary and I refuse to head to Bryant Park for free wifi everyday.

The morning began with a red velvet cupcake and an iced chai latte as I sat waiting for the movers to arrive, thanks to Brian. They packed my entire studio apartment in about 55 minutes and then got on the road for their drive to Manhattan. So, ultimately the move was going incredibly well until I ended up with an hour delay for my flight to JFK, which isn’t really a problem as long as I didn’t have movers that I was paying for by the hour. I noticed that Justin Timberlake is in GQ, and I dunno, I am kinda feeling over him and over it actually. And well, I write this as I sit here in my new Manhattan apartment. Needless to say, there is a LOT MORE of the move to come. I just thought I would give a little love.