Baby Wigglet

My friend and his wife decided to wait until Christmas to reveal the gender of their first-born child!! I think it's the cutest idea ever!

I went to Central Park the other night since it was John Lennon's 31st death anniversary. It's been unseasonably warm so the night was nice. We all partook in the day-long-Beatles-singalong, which is always fun. There was an old man standing in front of me and at one point, he sadly said "I can't remember the lyrics anymore." It made me sigh.

The 50 year span since Beatlesmania makes me wonder a lot of things. It is about the same stretch as their height and the turn of the century. Even though The Beatles were well before my time, I personally do not feel very far away from John or Paul or George or Ringo. I wonder if they felt the same closeness towards Van Gogh or Freud. And if so, did the latter feel the same way towards Liszt or Balzac?

Christmas didn't really hit me until tonight. I was on the subway platform when I heard a busker playing Auld Lang Syne on the violin. He played terribly but I think that's what triggered. It's the memory of joyful and drunk people singing off key at the stroke of midnight. And even though it's not quite Christmas, it's really the merge of all these holiday memories that end the year with hopes of a better one. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Time to put on some Nat King Cole.

Abbey Roading Around

We love you, John.

Morning Adventure

Did I ever mention that I have a terrible fear of pigeons? After watching Alfred Hitchcock's Birds at the age of 12, I've been scared shitless of these creatures. Anyway, we found a pigeon chilling in the living room this morning.

Denisse and I were the only ones in the apartment. We tried to lead it towards the window and/or door but instead it flew to the kitchen and just sat on the counter. We tried leading it again with a broom but it just flew around and around. We screamed a lot. A LOT.

We were also scared it was going to poop so we had to hover ourselves with a blanket. Denisse waved the broom blindly towards the air. The bird fluttered back and forth until it found its way to the door and into hallway. Denisse managed to get the rooftop door open and it eventually flew out to the clear blue sky.

End result? I STILL HATE PIGEONS.

The end.

Halloweenie

Winding Up Whistlers Playlist

1. Otis Redding- Sittin' on The Dock of the Bay

2. Andrew Bird- Oh No

3. Bob Schneider- If I Only Had a Brain

4. Simon & Garfunkel- Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard

5. Party Ben- Single Ladies (In Mayberry)

6. M.Ward- Lullaby + Exile

7. Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes- Home

8. Leonard Cohen- Tonight Will Be Fine

9. Devendra Banhart- Cada Casa Que Crece

10. Peter, Bjorn & John- Young Folks

11. Pelle Carlbarg- Fly Me to the Moon

12. Bobby McFerrin- Don't Worry Be Happy

Wonderlust King

GOT TICKETS FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE.

Eugene Hütz

Halloween Telegram

For Gonzo

A few nights ago, we caught Jane's Journey at the IFC. It's a documentary on Jane Goodall released by First Run Features (HOLLER). On the way home that night, I felt so at peace that I sat without realizing the subway was going extremely slow due to construction work. While everybody sat there moaning and groaning, I thought about Jane's amazing spirit, a level I wish to achieve within myself someday.

Sometimes I forget that happiness is a mindset and not a possession. I remember there's this quote from the pilot of Freak and Geeks. When Lindsay gets in trouble, she is punished by having to chaperone at the homecoming. Mr. Rosso says to her, "Look, I know you're not happy about this but don't make me look like a bad guy here. If the worst thing in your life is somebody makes you go to a dance, then I'd say you have a pretty good life."

Gonzalo, one of my closest friends, is returning back to Spain tomorrow evening. Rae had just moved out of NYC three months ago and Belgie went back to Portland in May. Little by little, my small circle of friends are adventuring off. Photographs of pastimes are now replaced by postcards and letters. It's hard saying goodbye so it's best not to say them at all. Gonzo made dinner for us last night and it was very lovely. When we departed, we just hugged and said "See you soon!"

Thanksgiving 2010

Thank you for being the amazing friend you are. I love you!

Short and Sweet II

Jeanie,

I hope we'll still be masking together when we're old, decrepit, and 60.

Love <3

Mar

November 2010

Short and Sweet

I sure do miss my love pie.

I sure do love my miss pie.

-Rachael