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04.30.2012: Rockabye….in Brooklyn

tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
I sing

Brooklyn:

What can I say about Brooklyn? I’ll start with, that semi-large borough that I was born in, brought up in and thrive in at this moment. I am one of few people nowadays who actually seemed to have stemmed from such an eclectic part of this country.  Brimming with local artists, community gardens, tree-lined streets and cafes, bars like 61 Local that have Kombucha on tap and introduces other local businesses to the masses.  I miss when I spend most of my work days in the fast paced hustle of Manhattan. Brooklyn is electric, eclectic and I simply adore spending my weekends there. I soak in the delight of the neighborhoods and currently, ride my bike watching the blurred scenery pass me by.

when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn
i sing

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me
rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye till i’m fast asleep

The past week had passed rather quickly as time usually does. On Tuesday, I went to yoga at Jivamukti, my favorite yoga studio in New York City. I truly have tried many and this one just so happens to be the only one I find is progressive enough for what i find I want my yoga experience to be. They also are a vegan yoga school, who support Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary, so that makes my decision an easier one for me to routinely go to.

In class, I met our teacher, Chris. He was amazing, instructing us in some positions that I hadn’t taken part in and or his soothing voice introduced us to take part in positions I just hadn’t thought of returning to in quite a while. During the head stand, in which I was unfortunately having trouble bringing myself into after so long of not taking part in such a pose, Chris helped position me and left me, standing on my head for a little while. The blood rushing to my head and my thoughts clearing, I felt rejuvenated when I returned to upward dog.

After the class, we lay in a fetal position and then flat on our (sometimes aching backs) Om’ing and meditating to the sound of serene chanting music. I enjoy this spiritual awakening every time I participate in it and maybe it’s because I was raised as a child of hippies, Om’ing in a field along with 4,000 others, creating a serene musical experience.

the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
i can feel the rattle
riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstile
he paid for his ride
i am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
i left her at the epicenter
we were trembling dutifully
i left him too
i left parts of me
singing…

Last weekend, my friend Dania came from the Bronx and we decided to go to the newly re-opened, VSpot. I ordered the Vegan Eggplant Parmesan, which I admit: I enjoyed every bit of. I had to beg the waitress to take some away because I didn’t want to overeat and Danny, the owner and a good friend of mine: brought me over a birthday mimosa. Our experience was delightful and as always, I will be returning to VSpot.

After dinner, we decided to do some shopping and stopped into Beacons Closet, just as they were closing and then heading on over to Target. I was dressed in a Nautical theme:

Sailboat maxi skirt: 1970s: Beacons closet: $15.00. 70s Sailboat skirt: Beacons closet: $15.00, Vintage retro shoes.

After shopping, Dania wanted to try some Kombucha on tap at a local bar on the way to the movie theater in Cobble Hill, but we decided to spend time in Barnes & Noble, have some tea and rant & rave.

As I previously mentioned: the week went by quickly. I volunteered at a small rescue for a few hours, I helped co-write a new song and stayed up till the wee hours working on the Artists way, gave in and finally decided on getting eye contacts which I finally have been able to grasp the routine of! and, sadly, my roommate Daniel, left us and moved to Paris, to become a head chef in a new vegan restaurant. (Happy for you, Daniel!)

i said today i am leaving
in every sense of the word
but I’m in love with your memory already
everything I’ve seen and heard
and i will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rhythm
of everywhere i have been
it sounds like

Saturday:

My lovely friend, Abby held a clothing swap at her apartment in which about 15 girls, besides myself, attended. (We literally had about 20 large bags of clothes piled up on top of each other) and we played the normal clothing swap games; First person to raise their hands, gets the piece of clothing and or jewelery. This time, I picked up quite a few items from Abby (including an amazing dress I am currently wearing with little elephants on it!) a Bob Marley shirt I have already worn twice since Saturday and a few pairs of jeans that I needed. Basically, after trying everything on: all 15 girls went home with some memories and a whole new wardrobe. After the swap, Jacquelyn and I stuck around and  helped Abby pick up while sipping on champagne & wine and at about 10:30, we decided to order a vegan gluten-free pizza from Pizza Plus.

Check out Kristy’s new blog: http://heyimkristy.blogspot.com/ for more details on the swap.

Sunday:

Abby and I planned on taking 3 large bags of clothes from the swap to Long Island to donate to Food not Bombs, a  food share that happens on Sundays all over New York State. We are trying to go there to volunteer about once a month and always feel wonderful after.

At 11:30, I arrived at Abby’s house and we went to have a delightful brunch before driving out to Long Island. About an hour later, of talking, we arrived at the Food share in Hempstead and started working on the produce line just as soon as we arrived. I am always amazed at what we end up giving out: but pleased that Food not Bombs is a vegan food share and everything we hand out happens to not contain ANY animal-by products.

We were handing out basil plants, bananas, potatoes, all sorts of other fruits and veggies. Jon Stepanian, a personal hero and good friend of mine, keeps everything under control and dedicates his time and money to projects like this one. In fact, on May 19th, he will be running 50 miles on Long Island to raise money for his own Non-profit Community Solidarity.

Every time we go there: we are amazed at how many other volunteers there are, taking part in such a good cause. We had a good time while encouraging each other to open our hearts and souls and help…

The ongoing word and joke of the day was: Similac. Ha!

After the food share we now have a tradition of heading over to our favorite Italian restaurant in the tri-state area: 3 Brothers Pizza Cafe, where Abby and I share a delightful vegan greek salad and each order Tempeh Marsala with spinach. And we watch as the two Jon’s traditionally with us, devour calzones and pizzas.

We were in heaven…

tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
when the solitude sets in
in tune with the symphony
of south Brooklyn.

When we got back to Brooklyn, Jacquelyn rang me up and told me about a n ice piece of furniture she found and we brought it in last night, placing it in our living room and admiring its antique features.

All is well for a Sunday night as I tried to organize my new wardrobe of clothes and sleep.

Of course, I stayed up half the night with a poem in mind. Scribbling it down into a notebook I have placed under my pillow.

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03.16.12: 88 Lines + 1 about 44 +1 women….

88 Lines About 44 Women :

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddha sat.Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beatand kept it strong.
[humming]
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”
[humming]

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.

[humming]

Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Rachel Kay London Mod

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.

[humming]

Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.

[humming]

Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit.

[humming]

Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

Rachel, is a vegan, passionate and spontaneous.
(She really did end this list).

02.07.12: Venus (De Milo)

The Birth of Venus, by Sandro Botticelli c. 1485–1486.

Tight toy night, streets were so bright.
The world looked so thin and between my bones and skin
there stood another person who was a little surprised
to be face to face with a world so alive.
I fell.

Television.

Venus (De Milo) just happens to be a song by the NY punk band, Television. The song was written by Tom Verlaine in the 70s and one of the most inspiring songs I have heard as I love it’s mellow riffs that seizes me into pure enjoyment. Richard Lloyd, a brilliant and soulful guitarist would play along to this mellowed song. (I still go see him play and am mesmerized every time.) Television just so happens to be one of the first punk bands to help open the famed club, CBGB’s.

History.

I grew up going to CBGB’s literally my whole life as I would always be in the East Village with my father and we would usually end up making a stop there. I have memories of my youthful life as I would try to be at the front of the small stage watching whatever punk band or new artist was up there. Throughout my life, I would frequent the club and well into my early 20’s I would sometimes participate in small showcases and introduce friend’s bands and basically bask in the history of this East Village hangout. Do you know the history? SO many incredible bands first played on that stage that was built by, you guessed it, Television and The Ramones. I didn’t care what it looked like or smelled like: this bar was just another part of my life and I lived it. I’d end up moshing (but not too much!) or going there on New Year’s Eve to count down. Life, such an easy time when CBGB’s existed and now that it is gone: New York is missing something spectacular called edgy creativity.

Didja feel low? No, not at all. Huh???

I fell right into the Arms of Venus de Milo.
I stood up, walked out of the Arms of Venus de Milo.
You know it’s all like some new kind of drug.
My senses are sharp and my hands are like gloves.

Last night after work, I decided to take a walk with Kate up to Union Square and run some errands. The light breeze was revitalizing as I made my errands and decided to just take another long walk downtown out of pure joy. I let my body guide me without my thoughts to apparent and just enjoyed the cities lights. I love this city on nights like these, because I felt like I let go; of thoughts, of restrictions….take me dear wind, into your hollow arms.

I bought myself a gift at Lush, which smells of sweet Argon oil with rose and is a “Body Conditioner” and a few other sweet scented items there, as well. After having a long conversation with the retail girl and talking to her about veganism, she said “if you have skin like that, I am going vegan”, modest me, I can’t take compliments well but I thanked her and then we continued to talk about other things in our life. I love New York City because of just that fact: I can meet a perfect stranger at a retail store and strike up a great conversation.

Needless to say about the conditioner, I couldn’t wait to get it home and try it out. It was AMAZING, the moment I stepped out of the shower and towel dried myself off: and took a deep breath in of the  sweet rose petal scent and it brought me instantly to a spring day and my skin felt as soft as the petals themselves. I fell in love with myself all over again. 🙂 Is this the start of a new addiction? I guarantee, as well as 100% vegan. Honestly, I love taking care of myself and it’s not vanity as some might say when people do this.  I enjoy myself having nice nails, hair, smooth skin & the beauty of taking care of and loving yourself.

Today, I woke up and took my sweet time as I chose my vintage dress & cardigan for the day: Blue, in honor of the bright blue skies outdoors.

It's a Blue Tuesday.....Vintage Cardigan: Etsy.com

60's shift dress: Beacons closet for $18.00!

This cardigan happens to be one of my favorite finds on Etsy.com. I tend to shop Etsy quite a bit as I can always find a vintage outfit, scarf, top, furniture or decoration easily. There is also Vegan Etsy where I either buy myself plenty of cute little vegan items or my friends gifts for their birthdays, ah how I adore Vegan Etsy.

Sunny dresses for rose petal days and soft sentimental hearts.

Suddenly my eyes went so soft and shaky.
I knew there was pain but pain is not aching.
Then Richie, Richie said:
“Hey man let’s dress up like cops
Think of what we could do!”
But something, something said “you better not.”
And I fell.

01.24.12: You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…..Don’t you?

If you know me, you know that I really am not vain…..

Last night was about me as I strolled over to the Bowery near the West Village and to 9 Bleeker, the Yippie Museum Cafe to check on some things, catch up with my mom and watch the Chinese New Year event a bit.

Whenever I am strolling in the city, I need my iPod in fact sometimes I can not even imagine living without it (though I had for a few weeks this summer!), you notice that NYC has a soundtrack because every song that comes on affects you.  As certain songs came on, I realized, right now, is a date with myself and I can be as vain as I choose. I held my chin up high, walking directly towards the direction I was going and without a care in the world dodged people, and chaos.

This city is a lonely place, I have many wonderful friends but deep down; sometimes I am just..alone. New York is known for everyone having busy schedules and barely anytime for anyone else but themselves.  I don’t believe in this, I believe in going out of my way to see the people I miss most. But last night, as I briskly walk to the West Village I just realize, I should throw myself into moments such as these, where for once I can just enjoy my time. That’s right, MY time for now. The rain felt nice on my head as I let my obvious natural waves soak in the drops. I felt revived, for just that instant.

I met up with my mother and we walked to Rice, one of my favorite places to eat in the West Village, not only do they have a separate vegan menu but they are mostly gluten free..this make someone with my allergies and restrictions a very happy lady. After sipping a glass of White wine, enjoying the company of my mother and basically confiding details of my everyday life to her, it is easy to see why I love my mom, really, she supports me in every decision I make and is ultimately proud of me and she means it.  I may have ended up with my father’s confidence and strength to view my opinions and stand up for my rights (not to mention activism) but I ended up with my mothers love and empathy.  Without these two people, I would not be the beautiful…and honestly, not so vain person that I am.

Still a little bit at peace with that glass of wine I decided that we would stroll on over to Whole Foods where I had to do a bit of shopping, and that’s exactly what I did. My favorite two items were: Lavender Bath Salts & Jasmine/Lavender incense, yes…this is my way of romancing MYSELF. Decadence at it’s finest.  🙂

Delicious.

We chatted a bit more and I let her listen to some nice music on my iPod,  she enjoyed it, closing her eyes and apparently moved by the vocals.

After leaving each other on the train I decided though it was late, I would take a stroll in Park Slope, why? Because I wanted inspiration; I am craving a slight get away and needed this as a little pick me up though the evening fell a bit brisk with the rain..I got off the train at Union Street in Brooklyn and half ran some of the way until I decided to get on the train again. The conclusions I come to myself as I do this are always rejuvenating, I am filled with joy as I run: yes in heeled boots and carrying a purse, but the energy that seizes me is intense.

When I arrived home, I spent the rest of the night first watching a bit of  TV with Jacquelyn &  enjoying a peaceful bath with my new bath salts. When I returned to my room I lit the incense and soaked in the sweet aroma of having the rest of the night to myself.

And now I bring you to my outfit for today:

Local Design Retro Dress

Black & Red Bow Cardigan

This morning I stepped out to the bright of the sun’s rays;

So I run, and I run, to the bright and shining sun
Yes I run and I run to the bright and shining sun

And again, feeling positive, turned up my iPod and briskly walked to the subway with my chin held up high, I knew that this would be just another lovely day in my life and there is no need to feel lonely when I have so many wonderful people by my side but most of all, I have myself.

So I run, and I run, to the bright and shining sun
Yes I run and I run, to the bright and shining sun
I won’t let the days melt into a haze,
I want to feel my heart I want to be amazed
So I run and I run to the bright and shining sun….

(First songs lyrics: You’re so vain by Carly Simon and second song  “To the Bright and Shining Sun” lyrics are by my long time friends band: The Walls,  (Dublin, Ireland) & the word for today is: swimmingly….

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