The new ice sparkles
As children whirl about in
A dervish of blades
Seeing them all with their matching bright blue Bryant Park rental skates immediately made me think of a Chinese dragon that had lost its top layer. It also cracks me up when little kids stomp around on the ice and yell "I'm SKATING!" This is interesting because I mostly find both children and yelling to be rather trying. Maybe I'm finally growing up.
In other news, we found out on Friday that Intrepid Boyfriend and I both passed the New York State bar!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Day 218: Love hurts
Sandpaper kisses
From a most beloved tongue
Followed by a bite
Five years ago I met the love of my life. No, not Intrepid Boyfriend (he showed up two years later). I'm talking about Ferocious Tabby. It was serendipity that made me lock myself out of my old apartment, and foolishness that made me think maybe I could climb a drainpipe to get in. When I got to the back of the building I heard a noise like a baby bird. I moved aside some leaves and sticks and uncovered a gray kitten so tiny that at first glance I thought "Ew! A mouse!"
Little did I know that that tiny kitten would grow up to be Ferocious Tabby: 13 lbs. of fury, defender of the homestead, fuzzy alarm clock, professional pigeon stalker, and all-around Brooklyn bad ass. I'm so lucky.
I can't believe I just haiku'd about my cat. I need a job.
From a most beloved tongue
Followed by a bite
Five years ago I met the love of my life. No, not Intrepid Boyfriend (he showed up two years later). I'm talking about Ferocious Tabby. It was serendipity that made me lock myself out of my old apartment, and foolishness that made me think maybe I could climb a drainpipe to get in. When I got to the back of the building I heard a noise like a baby bird. I moved aside some leaves and sticks and uncovered a gray kitten so tiny that at first glance I thought "Ew! A mouse!"
Little did I know that that tiny kitten would grow up to be Ferocious Tabby: 13 lbs. of fury, defender of the homestead, fuzzy alarm clock, professional pigeon stalker, and all-around Brooklyn bad ass. I'm so lucky.
I can't believe I just haiku'd about my cat. I need a job.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Day 217: Lookin' good!
A frowsy woman
Steps out for a cigarette
In her red bathrobe
As I walked past my Russian neighbor in her ancient robe and slippers, enjoying one last cigarette before retiring for the night, I couldn't help but admire her confidence -- if not her fashion sense.
Steps out for a cigarette
In her red bathrobe
As I walked past my Russian neighbor in her ancient robe and slippers, enjoying one last cigarette before retiring for the night, I couldn't help but admire her confidence -- if not her fashion sense.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Day 216: Morning obstacles
Your rush hour backpack
Knocks small children flat as if
They were bowling pins
Ah, the rush hour backpack. Sure, you think it's too much trouble to take it off and set it on the floor, and what do you care about some stranger's eye? I'm also a big fan of the rush hour yoga mat, the rush hour smelly breakfast, and the rush hour double-wide stroller (lest I be accused of baby hating again, let me make it clear that I know it's really, really hard to travel around this city with small children, and that strollers are often the only viable option if you want to be able to leave your house. But have you ever been on an F train in Brooklyn at 8:30 in the morning? They're like medieval battering rams.)
Knocks small children flat as if
They were bowling pins
Ah, the rush hour backpack. Sure, you think it's too much trouble to take it off and set it on the floor, and what do you care about some stranger's eye? I'm also a big fan of the rush hour yoga mat, the rush hour smelly breakfast, and the rush hour double-wide stroller (lest I be accused of baby hating again, let me make it clear that I know it's really, really hard to travel around this city with small children, and that strollers are often the only viable option if you want to be able to leave your house. But have you ever been on an F train in Brooklyn at 8:30 in the morning? They're like medieval battering rams.)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Day 214: What a charmer
A man with a snake
Draped across his broad shoulders
Cycles through the park
I really wish I were quicker with my camera phone.
Draped across his broad shoulders
Cycles through the park
I really wish I were quicker with my camera phone.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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