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Life is great. The last 6 weeks have been especially not so bad, in hindsight. It’s easy to forget all the good when one thing goes south, so I like to remind myself with a round up every now and again. 

I will say, I’m sad I was too tired to attend this, the cat show of course:

but I ate plenty of this: 

and hung out with this babe: 

not to mention this one, who has amazingly been the one constant at every one of my birthdays over like the last 6 years, and 27 was no different, so thanks friend:

an eye in the sky: 

and Greenpoint is scaled: 

good music is heard: 

good music is shot and great projects taken on:

silhouettes are observed: 

and this was just cool: 

Ridiculous view from my studio last night. One of the best sunsets I’ve seen in NYC. 

With this change in weather comes a lot of good and fun things, the least of which being the new East River Ferry. I took up the city’s offer of a free ride; an hour of waiting, a riot barely averted, and an awkward suntan later, a lucky few boarded the woozy ferry for the gratis joyride only to be dumped out to a non-operational bus along the east side highway.
A couple hours and a few dozen blocks later, a friend and I made a decision to check out Terrence Malick’s latest The Tree of Life, where yet another hour long trek through non-operational trains finally spit us out into SoHo. Post-traumatic subway anxiety had kicked in, and an overly visually stimulated Tanya found comfort in the probability that, like previous Malick films, a slow and quiet experience was on the horizon.
What I did not expect was a 20 minute cosmic and prehistoric interlude partially into the film. I have to admit that if 75% of that was cut out, I would have enjoyed the movie exponentially more. I still thoroughly appreciated the peaceful and beautiful journey Malick took us all on, but I just kept thinking that if I was watching this at home I would have likely fast-forwarded through the cosmos back into real time.
The most pleasurable experience for me was as I lay to sleep and my mind ran rampant with imagery and inspiration. In an oneiric suspension, between my tossing and turning, new projects came to and excited my restless neurotransmitters. That was when the beauty of the film struck me and I was thankful to have looked past the unduly affectionate couple seated in front of me and patiently sat through the vision Malick set out to share. Thanks old man, you’ve done it again.         

With this change in weather comes a lot of good and fun things, the least of which being the new East River Ferry. I took up the city’s offer of a free ride; an hour of waiting, a riot barely averted, and an awkward suntan later, a lucky few boarded the woozy ferry for the gratis joyride only to be dumped out to a non-operational bus along the east side highway.

A couple hours and a few dozen blocks later, a friend and I made a decision to check out Terrence Malick’s latest The Tree of Life, where yet another hour long trek through non-operational trains finally spit us out into SoHo. Post-traumatic subway anxiety had kicked in, and an overly visually stimulated Tanya found comfort in the probability that, like previous Malick films, a slow and quiet experience was on the horizon.

What I did not expect was a 20 minute cosmic and prehistoric interlude partially into the film. I have to admit that if 75% of that was cut out, I would have enjoyed the movie exponentially more. I still thoroughly appreciated the peaceful and beautiful journey Malick took us all on, but I just kept thinking that if I was watching this at home I would have likely fast-forwarded through the cosmos back into real time.

The most pleasurable experience for me was as I lay to sleep and my mind ran rampant with imagery and inspiration. In an oneiric suspension, between my tossing and turning, new projects came to and excited my restless neurotransmitters. That was when the beauty of the film struck me and I was thankful to have looked past the unduly affectionate couple seated in front of me and patiently sat through the vision Malick set out to share. Thanks old man, you’ve done it again.         

My poor bICYcle.
I’ve been so terribly uncaring this winter, she’s not used to such abuse. I know she’ll get her revenge come spring when I hop on for the first time and my chain breaks off…I wont even hold a grudge, I deserve it.  
It’s just your everyday ice age out here, no biggie.

My poor bICYcle.

I’ve been so terribly uncaring this winter, she’s not used to such abuse. I know she’ll get her revenge come spring when I hop on for the first time and my chain breaks off…I wont even hold a grudge, I deserve it.  

It’s just your everyday ice age out here, no biggie.

I am no longer a victim to the weather. It took me three winters in NYC to finally buy some snow and rain loving shoes and today I think I even actively sought out puddles and more difficult ways of crossing the snow piles just to break in these suckers. I am no longer the person mumbling expletives under her breath as I reach the corner only to find my toes curling in fear of the big mess that awaits to penetrate my shoes- hurrah! So feet, time to play and walk proud!
  

I am no longer a victim to the weather. It took me three winters in NYC to finally buy some snow and rain loving shoes and today I think I even actively sought out puddles and more difficult ways of crossing the snow piles just to break in these suckers. I am no longer the person mumbling expletives under her breath as I reach the corner only to find my toes curling in fear of the big mess that awaits to penetrate my shoes- hurrah! So feet, time to play and walk proud!

  

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