I’m beginning to feel as if I’m living right smack in the middle of the intersection of Past and Future, but where Present doesn’t yet exist. It feels like a small detail that’s been left out; a detail only I’ve noticed. I can clearly look forward and see what’s ahead; I can turn around and … Continue reading The Old Cars
There are a lot of benefits to living in New York City, but as all New Yorkers know – there are also tons of drawbacks. Every single morning, I am woken up by the fury of several loud, complaining, shaking delivery trucks driving by my second floor apartment bedroom window. It’s the sound of 10,000 … Continue reading Early Mornings
(I’m listlessly staring off into nowhere, thinking about you.) Hey MTA, It’s Sarojini, but you can call me Suzi (don’t ask). I just wanted to take a moment out of my day to invite YOU to Brooklyn this weekend, with yours truly (I’m currently pointing to my breastplate with my right index finger). So take … Continue reading MTA: I Think I Love You
Sometimes, I’m not so smart. Let me explain. Most of the time, I’m a very nice, friendly sort of person who is empathetic and patient. I say please and thank you. I’m easy to laughter. I’ll start a conversation with nearly anyone, I make eye contact and smile at people, I hold doors open and … Continue reading Leave the Ugly Moments in the Umbrella Stand
For Christmas this year, I accompanied my friend Heidi to her parent’s home in Sherwood Forest, Maryland. Yes, that’s right. The name of the community is Sherwood Forest, as in Maid Marian and Robin Hood (those are street names, too). We were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods and nature, with no cable news … Continue reading Snowmageddon 2010!
2009 proved to be a very tumultuous year for many people, including myself. While writing about frivolity and asking silly questions is my all-time favorite pastime, I just didn’t have much free time as I would have liked to devote to this blog, between looking for “serious” work or a full-time gig. Along with everyone else, I’ve felt the pinch … Continue reading It’s been too long.
My very good friend, who shall remain unnamed, got drunk recently at a mutual friend’s party. Not regular, everything-is-funny drunk. No, not that. More like, I’m-going-to-fall-if-you-don’t-hold-me-up kind of drunk. This is a person who can drink me under the table four times over and usually holds liquor well. I should know; I’m usually the only sober one … Continue reading A drunk and Jefferson Street.