What Possessed Me

A day too beautiful for the cube

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

Packing up the cube today. My last day at work is next Thursday, and then we're off to Iceland. And when I come back...a new job. All that interviewing paid off. I accepted it with some trepidation, but feel lucky to have something to support me through The Endless and Tedious Period of Self-Discovery.

All the while, I think about the bicycle I left behind in Queens when I moved to Brooklyn. I miss it, but there isn't even room in our place for a sleeping rodent wrapped in a bow.

Today is sunny and beautiful and a perfect day for a spin on a bicycle festooned with flowers.

Images from Funambula and The Happy Girl I Am. Lyrics from Queen, of course.

And now for something completely different

I know we haven't known each other that long, but I feel it's time to reveal my secret desire to beatbox like Julia Dales, the seventeen-year-old Canadian darkhorse candidate for the Beatbox Battle World Championship. In my fantasy world, I stand up in the middle of a crowded subway and imitate Doug E. Fresh while my fellow New Yorkers join in. This would make my life complete.

I dare you to watch this clip and not shout, "GET OUT! GET OUTTA MY TOWN!" at least fifteen or sixteen times. Girl has mad skilz. I have no idea how she does it - and with such a straight face.

Eye Break: Bluest Girl

Yesterday felt like the first day of summer. Girls in sundresses, shoulders bare.  Knobby-kneed boys in shorts and mandals. Bicycles chained up to posts outside of sidewalk cafes. The faint smell of rotting garbage hovering in the air. I got lost along sun dappled side streets, winding my way to Cobble Hill.

The next thing I know, I'm dropping $70 on gouache, badger brushes and paper. In the heat of the midday sun, I succumbed to the lure of art supplies. Is there anything like an untouched set of paints? Damn Caran d'Ache and its achingly beautiful Swiss design. Even the plastic paint box is gorgeous.

I AM WEAK.

Lovely painterly photographs by Bluest Girl.