Guava shisha. There's this place right off Tompkin Square Park that has decently priced hookahs and they have guava shisha. The best part is that they also have really fresh, authentic guava juice. Pairing the guava juice with the guava shisha was one of the best decisions I've made in my life. Sad? Perhaps.
Devendra Banhart's music has the power to make me cry. It also has the power to motivate me more than nearly anything else. I live on top of a huge hill, and I mean like a gigantic, steep, scary, extremely long hill (actually it is a mountain), and recently I decided to go walking down, then back up, the hill after months of sitting on my ass doing nothing. I listened to Devendra Banhart on my iPod, and I swear it gave me the strength to keep going when I seriously thought I was having a heart attack. Plus he just has one of the most beautiful auras about him... he seems to have a beautiful spirit.
Buenos Aires. I've never been (haven't been out of the country besides an hour spent in Canada), but if I had the financial means, you can bet I'd be on the next plane there. Argentina fascinates me. I wish all neighborhoods had such brightly colored buildings.
Mascara on bottom lashes. You can do a lot of cool things with it, such as only putting mascara on the bottom lashes and leaving the rest of the eye bare, or using white eyeliner to line the whole eye, then using black mascara on the bottom and top lashes (I did this for a futuristic themed New Year's Eve party).
The Spring 2009 line from Jeremy Scott called "Let Them Eat Gas" is spectacular. It's just really fucking cool. And that's all I have to say about that, in the words of the great Forrest Gump.
Copenhagen, Denmark is one of those places that I'm scared to visit because I think I might never want to come back. It's so gorgeous and seems quite happening.~*~
On other notes:
Another sleepless night. Another 48 hours of not wanting anything more than a paying job so I can get back to NYC.
Above, you see the view from Astoria Park in Queens. It still ranks as one of my favorite places in the world. That used to be practically my backyard. I miss Astoria more than most people know. It was probably the first place I ever fell head over heels in love with. I mean, the East Village means a lot to me because it was the first place I lived in NYC, because of my dorm room, but it wasn't the same as Astoria... it was the first place I ever had my own apartment, the first place I had to pay rent on... I took so much pride in the neighborhood, even if the apartment was seriously the biggest piece of shit you could think of (especially considering how every August it would, literally, flood with shit, as in fecal material). Rent is so high there now, I don't think I'll be able to return til quite some time, and I think it'll never be the same... for many reasons.
Sometimes sleep deprivation can be far more trippy than most drugs. Sometimes I wonder if it is my favorite drug. Sometimes I think I might be addicted. Feeling woozy for a few days, beginning to see things, thinking loopy, completely out of the ordinary, but for me, lately, some of my most insightful moments... and it's free, free of monetary charge.... watching the sun come up, watching it set... and then crashing, when you finally go to bed, and it feels like it has been years, and then you sleep for an entire day, and wake up feeling reborn, yet almost hungover from sleep, so you have a cup of coffee to fight the headache and the cycle starts all over again. I hate to say it, but I love it. When I get a job, I know I'll have to stop, or at least cut back on the sleep deprivation. But it'll be worth it to have the maaaney so I can get back to my city.
**I do not own any of the photos above**
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