frank ocean wrote this:

polaroids

comiccon

http://www.amazon.com/Illusions-The-Adventures-Reluctant-Messiah/dp/0440204887 

I think i know why everyone is so obsessed with love, and will prioritize the person they think deserves it over anyone or anything else.
I think it ties into our fear of death, and if you think about how it's the only way to (that we know of for sure) live forever. makes sense.
I've been working pretty hard. Makin friends. spending time with some old girlfriends I havent seen in a while.

old felicity episodes. janeane garofalo says "is it easier to count on someone. or be the person being counted on"

my desk

"The Cider House Rules"

I was reading "The Cider House Rules" description on wiki, and what I do not want is the wiki description of the book about how Wilbur, before falling in love with someone else's woman for 15 years, had a 'relationship of circumstance' with a girl at the orphanage growing up.

I love the part in the movie when they burn the rules. The same scene applies to so much outside the movie. The 'rules' are written by people who don't live in the Cider House.

my thoughts from this weekend

Love wouldn't be precious, if it worked out for everyone.
Walking through NY lately reminds me of my affinity for swinging as a child. That feeling of being pushed through the crisp air, to somewhere better. Everyone beside you doing the same thing.

Stories I've been telling my friends lately.
1) Shirley and I were walking through a deli near Columbus Circle. A woman walks by, talking to her dog, a little yappy thing that looks up to me with crazy eyes. "Remember that turkey I got you here? Didn't you like that?"
I quietly mention it. The woman walks by us again, says "Those asians. Never say anything". Shirley expresses her disbelief. I say that I'm honored to have been part of her dialogue with her dog, I just wish it wasn't inaccurate (the asian was saying something- about her) and borderline racist.
2) Daffy's was closing, so I bought a box of random office supplies, fingertip moistener padss, counterfeit detector pens, etc. for $4.
3) A dress store in Chelsea was moving, so I bought a mannequin for $8. The owner asked if it was because I was an art student. I say, well I went to art school. But for graphic design. I just wanted the mannequin, to dress my next days outfit up.
4) There are often neighborhood tours in the west village where I live. But yesterday, a group of people, were led by own overzealous guide, to lift up a pothole in the sidewalk, and stare into it. I stopped my walk home for a second, to listen to them talk about the waterbugs.