Monthly Archives: April 2017

weekend warrior

People who know me will tell you stories of high energy, streamed together activities: art shows, dancing, walking tours, pub crawls, and road trips. In recent months I’ve played it low key; this weekend? Not so much.

Friday night

Claudia and I went to the New York City Center to see Diana Ross perform. Smooth as syrup, her energy electric, a true, iconic songstress. The audience, a mirror filled with love. Five costume changes, each more glamorous and sparkly than the next.

Every song a tribute, a trigger to a moment in time, a disco dance down memory lane.

 

Saturday night

Jayne, Colleen, Jon Mark and I attend the NY Sailors’ Ball–a charity event on my calendar every year.  It’s held at the Down Town Association, a 19th c. townhouse and clubhouse. I go for the music and the dancing, but every year the Commodore asks my plans for the sailing season.

Sunday

Apparently, my age is catching up with me. I hardly drank but after dancing for 2 hours straight my body is screaming for mercy. I sleep in, Finn is more than happy to oblige. Later in the day, I have plans with Lulu for supper, so I slowly make my way to Soho where she is dying her hair, under Chester’s guidance. Last year I had a sapphire sheen and orchid stripes, and now Lulu is getting a unicorn color of her own.

We have dinner at Soccarat, a paella bar in Little Italy and order our meal in a sing-song fashion like a scene out of RENT.


skylight

Last night summer rolled in, too hot too fast.

This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky.

 

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Barclays Center Skyline, Brooklyn – @prez13

 

This morning a wicked thunderstorm breaks the Brooklyn sky. It sounds like the apocalypse as if the gods are at war behind the purple cloudscape, a lightning show like no other dancing silhouettes behind the curtain. It’s something you just have to see.

The rain splatters on the rooftops, and the birds chirping nearby almost makes it feel like somewhere else. A foghorn in the distance and then loud cracks of thunder … it doesn’t sound like a city at all.


the color of lightning

This morning is wet, the rain falling in buckets. The sky is a bright gray, the color of lightning.

A pair of postal workers discusses politics over breakfast. A toddler waves to the nearby sparrows having a bagel feast. A man behind me scans his phone. It’s me and my newspaper, a Brazilian Dark Roast and a corn muffin this morning at Fairway.

On page 3 there’s a story about a tree. The image shows its stark naked skeleton, crooked branches brittle reaching skyward in pain. The color of its bark silvery black. The caption shares details about its death, this 600-year old iconic pillar from Bernards Township in NJ.

It reminds me of the Grinch tree that used to stand in front of my childhood house in Bensonhurst. It’s drooping branches hanging lifeless, its limbs in disrepair. Its roots tangled amid the underground wires and cables emitting who knows what kind of energy into the earth. An eyesore dying from the inside out.

The rain stops. People dash outside scurrying to their cars and the ferry, eager to make it to their next destination.

No one carries an umbrella.


spring awakening

The sky may be gray on this overcast rainy day but I caught this flower awakening to spring:

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passion flower blooms, @prez13


butterscotch ginger

My hands are cold.

I set up shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside ever since, wrapped in a blanket over my clothes.

Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashed across the corrugated roof of the pergola, attempting to launch himself to the next deck.

My writing exercises are much enjoyable when there’s a proper table and/or desk for me to work from. And right now that outpost is outside, either on the terrace or in a coffee shop.

I’ve been writing and researching, all day. Snippets of copy for the company blog, keeping up with my daily blog posts here. Outlining projects for my clients paid and barter. Reading articles to keep my mind alight for critical thinking and analysis.mug.

Finn jumps from the stairs to the table, walks across the laptop keyboard to stake his claim. Almost like a lion on the sub-Saharan desert searching for a palm tree to escape the brutal sun. Except it’s a dining room table covered with books, newspapers and a coffee mug.

It’s time for another cup, a special roast from Supercrown Coffee: Guatemala El Apiario, delicate with butterscotch undertones.

Butterscotch, almost the same color as Finn’s coat. My ginger flame point Siamese has made his move to a cooler location. He settles in with his back to the mirror, a gaze thrown over his shoulder eyeing his reflection.

When he’s calm and chill, he’s almost regal. My Scottish knight of Brooklyn.

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Finnegan meets the cat in the mirror, @prez13


maple, honey, vanilla

I had a craving for chocolate chip cookies. The second day at NY TravFest was just as stimulating as the first and I find myself in a noshing mood. I pull out all the ingredients for the original Nestle’s Toll House cookies, automatically adding the flour, baking soda and salt to a small bowl, mixing the butter and sugars in the larger Kitchen Aid one. I reach into the cupboard for the vanilla extract and come up empty-handed.

A substitution search suggests maple syrup and so I add that with a splash of honey and finish the cookie batter.

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Twenty minutes later the first freshly baked batch is ready for consumption.


every day is a journey

Can you imagine traveling for a living? Or at least writing/shooting pictures for a living while traveling (or vice versa)? It’s something I’ve heard other people succeed at doing but haven’t tried it myself.

A colleague recommended I check out the New York Travel Festival this weekend. It’s an event designed for travel industry professionals and those aspiring to work in the travel sector. The two-day conference includes presentations, workshops, cultural performances, and networking events. I plan to blog about the sessions I attend on my business blog, Modern Vintage Ink, cross-promoting on Medium and LinkedIn. I am in stealth mode putting to use all the skills I’ve learned over the years to help myself launch my own business.

I have been in stealth mode the last few months putting to use all the skills I’ve learned over the years to help myself launch my own business. Folks warned me that it would be exciting and scary, exhilarating and at times, daunting. And although it has been (and continues to be), a challenge unlike anything I’ve done before, I’m enjoying learning more about myself each day, even more so now that I am accountable to myself as client and manager. HeartGate.JPG

These life-changing moments are also liberating, freeing myself from the expectations of others and allowing me to be, well, me.