an anniversary of my 25th birthday

a quick paris weekend was more trouble than it was worth
so i spent my birthday in town.
had dinner with two of my best friends, phan and kim.

these two crack me up.
kimmie suggested i embellish my blog so that when i’m old and senile,
i can look back and be like, “oh wow, i was so cool.”

and then our dinner conversation became absurd, silly prattle.
“if you skydive naked, do you let out like, the biggest queef when you land?”
“what do you say to a girl with two black eyes? nothing, you already told the bitch twice.”

but then we started going through our bucket list and i realized how simple mine was
and that i could pretty much accomplish all of them this year if i tried hard enough.
some of the things included?
        – jump off a cliff
        – ride a camel
        – aurora borealis

and then i hung out with some friends on a bus (with michelle).

veanne cao

this bus.


adorable jenni took a bunch of pictures, but my stupid mug is in all of them.

veanne cao

so i’ll spare you.

currently listening to:
i’d like to think we were dancing to this song in the picture above.


a sunny saturday (finally)

afternoon stroll through the neighborhood


with my two favorite rat catchers.


manhattan bridge from williamsburg bridge.


josh caught up with me on graham ave.


dumont burgers.
he tells me, “i just want something good.”
we all want something good,
just gotta sift through a whole lot of bs to get to it.

currently listening to:
something good kinda feels like the first thirty three seconds of al green.

no one like you

anna howard shaw day

did i ever tell you how much i hate roses? esp. red roses?
did i ever tell you about how this one time i told a boy that i hated red roses
and then one day he gave me a single red rose?
i know he had good intentions,
but i f’in hate red roses. and boxes of chocolates. and fancy restaurants.
on valentine’s day.

the way into my heart: meat and grease.

mr. demarco, you slay me.


di fara, one and a half hours later.


good pizza,
but doesn’t quite live up to all the hype.

old lovers

like most mucisians in new york,
jonathan is in about nine bands
and i’ve dodged going to any of his shows until last night at public assembly.

only because i really like a big yes and a small no.

i always get a little weak when he picks up the guitar.


kevin. amazing vocalist, amazing lyricist.


eric and jonti.


one thing about living in new york,
i’m constantly meeting people who inspire me.

drew, a photographer who does volunteer work teaching photography to kids in the bronx,


reminded me of a project i’ve been daydreaming about for the past year or so:
teaching inner city kids how to make films.

i wonder how i would go about doing this,
who i would contact to donate cameras, computer & software equipment,
what organization would be interested in helping me get started…

a few more pictures here.

14 days in iphone pics

with help from the camerabag app (out of order):

kimmie is the cutest.




adam loves al green as much as i do.


korean bbq.


rain rehearsing on fire escape.


kimmie tries to ease my devastation.


henri’s leaf-stache.


4th of july fireworks over hudson river.


on our way to legion, by josh.


it seemed like a good idea at the time.


why brooklyn feels like home.




i hate hipsters and their retarded performance art, destroying pianos on bedford.
breaks my heart.


three had my attention, two have my affection. josh is one of them.


suzanne gave me my new year’s resolution this past january:
“no self-sabotaging.”

but i have a lousy track record with boyfriend/girlfriend relationships
so it only makes sense that i avoid them.
at least for now.

but then josh sends me
a video of him playing the guitar, singing, “i’m going crazy without you”
and i get all mooshy inside and then i don’t know what to do.
currently listening to:

you got me where you want me, but i ain’t all there


first shot of the video i’m editing.


currently listening to:
very much in love with

this song
right now.


from the r-train heading back home to brooklyn at 1am:

[shot on the piece of poop casio exilim]