Last night I got a whopping 9 hours of sleep, easily the most I've had in a single night in months. I'm still a bit groggy, but feeling pretty wonderful.

Friday evening I attended the Swedish Midsummer Festival in Battery Park. Wow, I've never seen so many tall and hot blonds since I was dragged to a fashion week event last year. Afterwards I got to check out the rooftop films event in Williamsburg which had some surprising gems amidst the usual garbage.

Ok, I'm going to try and cool down by the lake. Cya guys soon

I *Heart* NY

This is another "God, I love this city" post. I spent the evening with a couple brits, an editor, a friend from the Newyorker, and a gallery administrator. Of all things, we ended up heading to Coney Island at about 11 PM and spent the night in the batting cages, racing go-carts, playing Rockem-Sockem Robots, and strolling on the beach (which is not the best of ideas, considering all of the randy copulating couples strewn about the rough sand). We talked about politics in mid-western states and the unholy allure of bacon cheese fries.

It was an evening full of laughter and light-hearted social pondering. I love this city, and I love the fact that it's so dense with people who think hard about their surroundings and their place in the world. I love that you can do almost anything you want at any time. I love that it's becoming home to me.

I heart NY.

A Day in the Sun

My park was happy today; rich with life and full of people. Large styrofoam planes darted across the sky. Adults chased after unleashed children and puppies. Vending carts held lines ten deep. The scent of bbq was everywhere.

I love manicured chaos. When it comes down to it, isn't it what we do? As a society?

Anyway, I walked around in my favorite "that's a nice shirt" shirt. I'm wearing a wistful smile from ear to ear. It's been a quiet and relaxing day; something in short supply as of late.

Hope everyone is doing well.

You Got the Rant, Now's the Rave...

Just finished watching Amores Perros for the first time with the downstairs neighbors. Wow, if you don't mind a bit of blood and a tragically heart-wrenching storyline, you'll love it. I'm a big fan of movies that sucessfully translate biblical themes, so I was enamored from the first 15 minutes, and they never failed to impress.

Ok, it's late. More later guys.

O Wit, Where is Thy Sting?

I remember being sharper. And funnier. There have been a number of moments in the past couple weeks where someone would say something, or I'd see something and all I'd think is, "Huh, I'd usually have a good quip for this...". And I'd stare off in space with what must be a bovine gaze.

If wit be the salt of conversation, I've been having some bland meals of late. What disturbs me the most is that I'm becoming intollerant of wit, or rather I'm impatient with it. I think it's that I've brushed shoulders with so many witty hipsters in this city. This place is dense with easy wit. By "easy wit", I mean using wit as a shield of insolence rather than to provoke thought and conversation. It isn't too tough to culture the ability to dismiss things with a quip, but it is tough to use wit to engage people in thoughtful dialogue.

This sort of mannered rudeness is becoming taxing, and we're rife with it. Where did this legacy come from? Is it the mingling of the former generation's activism and the disaffected bow-out of gen-x that gives birth to this sort of distanced snobbery? I don't know, but I know that this isn't the 18th century and wit-shields aren't exactly productive.

Oog, I just put myself into a mood.

/rant off