On Saturday I actually was able to bring my youngest child to an event on Lark Street without fear that he would be visually assaulted by public urination (no, Quinn, it isn't ok for people to pee outside. Unless they're camping, of course) or intoxicated revelers. Yes, as you could probably tell by the rainy forecast, … Continue reading Lark Street is for Lovers – and art and kids
Month: June 2011
running diaries chapbook – part III
I was running the other evening and started thinking about a conversation I had shared earlier with someone to whom I am very close, a person who wants to take care of me in a way I have never known. I took note of my grey exercise skort and my different shade of grey jersey, and … Continue reading running diaries chapbook – part III
running diaries chapbook – part II
image from: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/ The runs I resist the most, are always the most satisfying. The unexpected charm of an arid mountain, climbing to the cloudless sky in 85 degrees. Running along the port on the north side of Amsterdam's Central Station, listening to Bono count to One...a drizzly jog down the west shore of Greenwood … Continue reading running diaries chapbook – part II
running diaries chapbook- part I
Note: I've been writing some stuff which feels more creative than purely autobiographical. What a relief, huh? I'll probably post them in a series (running diaries chapbook) as they come to me, and I'll clearly identify them so you can easily skip them. This running thing is taking on a life of its own, in … Continue reading running diaries chapbook- part I
The Van Dyck
Last night, I met a couple of friends in Schenectady at The Van Dyck for beers and a bite to eat. I've been to the Van Dyck, in its various incarnations, a couple of times over the years and have always thought of it as a cool space not living up to its potential. After … Continue reading The Van Dyck
Mountain Jammin’
me and my Laker guysA few weeks ago, I got my Groupon and picked up a ticket to the annual Mountain Jam music fest down in Hunter, N.Y. I've heard tales about the good times to be had - music until all hours, camping, rain as soon as Franti hit the stage...it sounded epic … Continue reading Mountain Jammin’
First Friday
I have a confession - I almost always forget to attend First Friday. It isn't that I'm uninterested or lacking in a calendar, it's just that by Friday evening I usually feel a little brain dead and, if I go directly home after work, often, I don't leave again. I had, however, received an email … Continue reading First Friday
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