Just another day

at 16 16 Walnut Street:::

Man attempts to enter elevator on the 5th floor. He is too slow and almost gets smashed. Beautifully kept buxom woman looks at him with disdain:

"that was a close one!" says the man jovially while glancing at his phone.

"you're going to have your arm chopped off buddy. get off your cell phone" she flares.


reproachfully, he tries to blame it on the woman entering the elevator in front of him. "yea, but she..."


before he can even form an excuse she says... "It don't matter. I'm a New Yorker. You've got to learn to fend for yourself."




I thought, yes, ah, New York. tell me more lady. and perchance, might I ask, why on earth are you at 1616 Walnut Street?




What could I tell you about my weekend? It was, volatile and telling and, well spent. Can I say I am happy? No, happiness is a rouge. The perpetrator of failure. The moment you rest in a happy state, you have lost the war. What is it, "thou shalt not rest on one's laurels". Something like that.

ii and I took to dinner friday evening in London, well, the closest thing around here. We ordered burgers and dark beers and talked about what needed to be discussed. music. we ordered my friday piece of cake and sipped on espressos. It sounds fancy...and it was. I don't spend lots of time with fancy people...but it's important to take time for the finer parts of life...mostly...quiet, absorbing conversation with close friends.

Then it was off to a small gathering with a lot of my favorite people.

I'd like to speak a little on friendship. It seems it is something I cannot understand and in which I have little faith. Sadly, it is due to friendships that have not lasted and slipped into the treachery of the external realm that makes me quite hesitant to form and commit to friendships. Friendship is something I hold in the highest regard! More than anything else! A close relationship with someone, a closeness that is open and real, where time has no engagement, and you can never know if you are alone or together, it is all the same. It is a person who expands your mind and clears your mind and makes you feel comfortable and at ease.

It is so rare! Can I write you about people in my life? I cannot know. Those with whom I have felt such closeness, are gone and away. In my life for such a short time...

Instead of negativity in all of this though, I want to write about my hopes. Someday, I wish to have the finest few friends. Friends with whom there is no desparate leaving or departing, friends with whom there is change but not change enough to disparr. Friends whom can share their deepest darkest sentiments and I, them. Sitting for hours discussing ideas and visions, as well as things we love and despise. Friends, those, with whom we are not so busy and live down the street. There are many people I like in my life now and I wonder...with whom I shall partake upon this possibility for many years to come.

I've found one. She's been in my life for over five years. I can't say my life would be any good without her in it. That's something, I must admit, that's worth every bit of life I have lived. And you know, I can see more forming. Just give it time...





On another note: Went cross country skiing with Mom over the weekend. It was fantastic. Hope to go again soon! As in...next weekend. The trees, the sun, the snow, the mountains. At dusk, I skiied across the lake. My legs felt grand. My body strong. exhaustion is good for the soul.


My oh my, maybe I am not such a city girl...


looking to move north come 2012. (AS LONG AS THE WORLD DOES NOT END!)

until then: la colombe's employees are still the best looking on the earth.



K