If You Can't Dance To Chromeo, You Don't Have A Pulse

Being that I have a very eclectic taste in music it goes without saying that when tunes are recommended to me I give 'em a listen.  So when my friend Das told me to check out Chromeo I immediately downloaded their songs and was instantly drawn to their unique style.  Das is not only responsible for turning me on to this incredible duo, he also needs to be credited with the title of this post.  As I mentioned in Where'd All The Good People Go? I love music that either evokes some kind of true emotion inside of me or it makes me - a non dancer - want to dance my ass off.  Chromeo did both.

Chromeos mission is to make slick-ass lovers funk with nary a trace of irony. "They refer to themselves as the only successful Arab/Jew partnership since the dawn of human culture." Their songs, "Needy Girl," "Tenderoni," "Fancy Footwork" and "Momma's Boy" have been playing nonstop on my iTunes at home and on my Grooveshark at work.

This Sunday was the second to last JellyNYC Pool Party of the summer at the East River State Park in Williamsburg, Brooklyn and the headline act was Chromeo. This date also coincided with a visit from Wild Child and there was no doubt that we would go to the concert.

When we left my apartment that morning the rain was pouring down in heavy sheets.  We swam to the L-Train and made our way to Brooklyn wet, sticky and uber excited.  All the while wondering if the show was even going to still be on.  I for one never let a little rain stop me.  Brian Boitano wasn't so into the idea (he hates the rain) but he couldn't resist the positive aura that was being emitted by myself and Wild Child. It's not as though we weren't prepared for the rain storm.  Having been to many an outdoor show, WC and I rocked bathing suits under funny t-shirts, bought new umbrellas and placed our cameras and cell phones in plastic baggies.

The venue was sweet to say the least.  The stage was set on the edge of the East River with views of the NYC skyline spanning the background. Although the sky was extremely unforgiving - the rain only added to the splendor. "I'm only happy when it rains" - Garbage.

Hipsters, hippies, punks and the like were all drawn to the free music show.  We made new friends and saw insane things go down.  The rain came in spurts of heavy then light and eventually it got to the point where as Ollie Williams would say, "it's raining sideways!" and the umbrellas proved to be useless.  Chromeo never let up no matter how hard it rained.  The crowd as a whole succumbed to the storm.  My friends and I (at this point JZ had joined our trio) dropped our umbrellas, took off our shirts and danced like lunatics (not Brian Boitano, he enjoyed the show from under his umbrella). As the rain continued to pour, drenching all in attendance, we reacted by jumping and screaming and dancing and singing with each other and everyone near us harder and louder and faster.  People were splashing and laughing and just having simple unadulterated fun.  There's something about the rain and good music that unleashes your inner child and makes for a ridiculously good time.

So kudos to Chromeo, a peaceful union of two of the worlds minorities that are constantly at war with each other, for bringing all kinds of people together through their music. I can't help but wonder that maybe if everyone would rock out to the same good tunes then we can lay down our weapons and let the music win the world's wars.

Really? $100,000,000 on a Community Center?

Since I last posted about the Cordoba house aka the Ground Zero mosque (GZM) I have been involved in a multitude of debates and conversations.  The overwhelming majority opined in favor of the construction claiming that anyone who thought otherwise were uneducated bigots who think of Al Qaeda and the Taliban as a synecdoche for all Muslims.  Those who were against the construction seemed mostly to be disturbed by the fact that they couldn't understand why any religious group would want to pray so close to the site of a mass murder.  While both of these views are simply opinions, that is all that they are opinions.  I did my best to extract steadfast reasons from my friends and family to support their initial reactions and the result was a slew of jingoist polemics emphasized by a lack of education regarding Islamic beliefs.

The United States is supposed to be a nation that is run by a government that separates church and state.  By strong, influential, revered politicians ostentatiously proclaiming their views through various mediums they are, ironically, blending church and state while trying not to.  The GZM should remain a local religious issue and not one that reaches politicians in Alaska or President Obama. Unfortunately, that is not the case.

Obama has been criticized for his support of the GZM, his opinions are less aligned with average Americans than they are with an Eastern, liberal elite.  This is not only a reflection of Republican views, in fact Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid of Nevada joined other Democratic candidates in repudiating the president's position.  Obviously the widespread knowledge that some leading Democrats disagree with Obama's statement at the Ramadan dinner at the White House last Friday will have a tremendous affect on the Senate elections this November. 

Obama said Friday,

"As a citizen, and as president, I believe that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as everyone else in this country. And that includes the right to build a place of worship and a community center on private property in Lower Manhattan, in accordance with local laws and ordinances. This is America. And our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakable. The principle that people of all faiths are welcome in this country and that they will not be treated differently by their government is essential to who we are. The writ of the founders must endure."'

I'm sorry, while I have a deep respect for our president I can not help but think of this famous quote after that: (I did some censoring for my own amusement).

"So like, right now for example. The Haitians Muslims need to come to America pray in Manhattan. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources? 9/11 attacks?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party pray with the Haitians Muslims. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much." - Cher, Clueless

Regarding the upcoming election, in that same article from NPR, Republican consultant Steve Lombardo said that "Voters in Ohio do not sit there with a map of Manhattan in their heads - all they understand is 'ground zero mosque.'...it's now a noun."  This reminds me of an essay I read just last week by David Foster Wallace The View From Mrs. Thompson's.  In this essay DFW discusses where he was when the twin towers were struck by the Islamic fundementalists on September 11th, 2001. 

It turns out the cause of poor old tendony Mrs. R—'s meltdown in the kitchen is that she has a grandniece or something who's doing some kind of internship at Time, Inc. in the Time Life Bldg or whatever it's called, about which Mrs. R— and whoever she's managed to call know only that it's a vertiginously tall skyscraper someplace in New York, and she's out of her mind with worry, and two other ladies have been out here the whole time holding both her hands and trying to decide whether they should call a doctor (Mrs. R— has kind of a history), and I end up doing pretty much the only good I do all day by explaining to Mrs. R— where midtown is. It thereupon emerges that none of the people here I'm watching the Horror with — not even the few ladies who'd gone to see Cats as part of some group tour thing through the church in 1991 — have even the vaguest notion of Manhattan's layout and don't know, for example, how far south the financial district and Statue of Liberty are; they have to be shown via pointing out the water in the foreground of the skyline they all know so well (from TV).

This is the beginning of the vague but progressive feeling of alienation from these good people that builds throughout the part of the Horror where people flee rubble and dust. These ladies are not stupid, or ignorant. Mrs. Thompson can read both Latin and Spanish, and Ms. Voigtlander is a certified speech therapist who once explained to me that the strange gulping sound that makes Tom Brokaw so distracting to listen to is an actual speech impediment called a "glottal 1." It was one of the ladies out in the kitchen with Mrs. R— who'd pointed out that that week was the anniversary of the Camp David Accords, which was news to me. What the Bloomington ladies are, or start to seem, is innocent. There is what would strike many Americans as a bizarre absence of cynicism in the room...Nobody's edgy or sophisticated enough to lodge the sick and obvious po-mo complaint: We've Seen This Before. Instead what they do is all sit together and feel really bad, and pray. Nobody does anything as nauseous as try to make everybody all pray together or pray aloud or anything, but you can tell what they're doing.

I quoted this essay at such length because not only is it appropriate since the 9/11 attacks are the reason for any debate at all, but because it provides brilliant insight to the feelings and point of views of American citizens living outside of Manhattan. 

It is important to keep in mind that we don't see the news that is shown in Afghanistan and other mid-east countries.  I don't mean to make light of 9/11, my feelings of what happened that day can be read in my last post, but what we fail to realize is that by sending troops into Afghanistan and dropping bombs on where we think those who are responsible are located, we are essentially evoking war on civilians as well.  We don't view it this way because we are not terrorists, but we are killing innocent people, its just not on purpose so those innocent deaths are considered to be collateral damage.  If we were able to see the mangled women and children that are being hurt or killed by our doings, then maybe, as a nation, we could rethink war as the answer to 9/11.

This reemphasizes my conclusion in my last post regarding the proposed mosque.  Since the problem is so deeply ingrained in religion, the only solution is to further education.  Individuals need to rethink their preexisting religious thoughts. "Thought, actuated by edifices of discourse would help educate those who are unaware by showing that there is no absolute truth regarding religion. We need to put aside much of what we have learned and instead, focus on the greater good." It requires a complete change in our nation's foreign policy.  Obama needs to stop sending more troops into Afghanistan and start focusing on the change he promised us.  Afghanistan doesn't need any more bombs they need food and shelter and peace. Too, Sudan, Pakistan, Iran, Iraq et cetera could use help.  Helping these countries in positive ways will be much more successful in ending terrorism, as opposed to fighting fire with fire.


Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf is facing a lot of criticism regarding his (U.S. funded) trip to the mid east and the sources he is using to raise the $100,000,000 (one hundred million dollars) required to fund the project. (read this from Forbes if you want to know more). However, he is a Sufi Muslim.  From what I have read, this branch of Islam could not be further from the radical Islamic sects.  Sufi's are a peace loving religious group of Muslims who want to build a place of worship for the 1 million plus Muslims who are currently living and working in lower Manhattan.  Aside from the need to educate not only New Yorkers, but all Americans, on the difference between terrorist groups and all other Muslims Abdul Rauf, as a Sufi, should use some of that exorbitant amount of money to help other Muslim countries escape the totalitarian fundemental abusive control they are currently facing.  Of all the reasons against the planned GZM the amount of money that is going to be spent is the one that resonates within me the most.  I don't want to flat out say whether I am for or against the Cordoba house, as I'd like for my readers to continue to form their own opinions, but I will stick to my opinion that a large chunk of that money could be put to much better use.  Yes, I know Sarah Palin and Newt Gingrich also share that same view.  But what can I say?? I'm Lucky I'm Pretty! :)

So They're Building a Mosque at Ground Zero...and This is My Opinion

This post has been condensed for smoother readability.

I find the concept of building a mosque at Ground Zero to be ludicrous but interesting. It is a topic worthy of discussion, much more worthy than any discussion about Inception.

When I reflect on the years prior to the cataclysmic event that took place on 9/11/2001, I remember feeling safe and comfortable with the way our nation was being governed. I was not concerned about politics involving war or the war on terrorism. I was sixteen years old and my mind was occupied with thoughts of my impending road test, my boyfriend at the time and the notion that graduating from high school in May meant that college was just around the corner.  However, our nation was lacking in the defense department and has since implemented new security measures as a reaction to what occurred.  Terrorist groups infiltrated our system and destroyed our preexisting faith in our safety as individuals within our country’s borders.  Was the United States simply not proactive or in retrospect were we just naive?

The days following the disaster were harrowing.  Almost everyone I knew was affected. My high school is roughly 30 miles from the site that is now Ground Zero and we were literally able to see, smell and breathe in the asbestos filled smoke.  The smoke was almost metaphorically representative of the figurative fog we were living in as kids.  A metaphorical fog that was filled with rudimentary thoughts that were occupying our minds.  When the air was finally clean, there was a sense of a new awakening, an enlightenment, a revolution and a realization that the world we lived in was forever changed.

NYC was attacked by Muslim fundamentalists and now there are plans in place to build a mosque at the very site where they committed a mass murder of United States citizens.  While it wasn't Muslims as a whole that destroyed the towers but rather a terrorist group, that happened to be Muslims who misinterpret Islamic beliefs, doesn’t change the fact that it lacks a certain element of taste.

It raises the question that maybe what is going on is a battle between religions?  Would members of the Islamic faith support a Christian church being built on a site where there was a mass murder of Muslims? If that is the case, the solution would be for everyone to rethink their preexisting thoughts on religion.  Thought, actuated by edifices of discourse would help educate those who are unaware by showing that there is no absolute truth regarding religion. We need to put aside much of what we have learned and instead, focus on the greater good. World Peace?

Should I run for President or Miss America?

People tend to view what is told to them by those in positions of power, as an absolute truth , based on the mere fact that it is relevant right now. This is not only true regarding religion, but can be seen with regards to pop culture.  We are interested in reading certain articles and opinions of others because we can relate to them, because right now in our lives they are relevant.  We could even go so far to say that what science tells us to be true may not be.  Science could be viewed as just another method of presenting the ancient ideas of mythology and the more current ideas of religion in a brand new way, one that is just more relevant to 2010.  I mean time and time again science disproves itself.  I don't know about you, but I miss Pluto as a planet, but I digress. Terrorist groups ignore the fact that society and culture change over time and their followers listen to what they say out of an instilled fear. These individuals need to make autonomous decisions by realizing that they don’t have to obey what they don't believe.

It is important to remember that history repeats itself - always.  We can not just assume that we will not be attacked simply because we are the United States of America, the greatest country in the world.  The ideas of enlightenment and revolution that developed nationwide after 9/11 further emphasize the fact that, as a nation, we should’ve been more aware of historical sociological dynamics.  We would have been more aware of our weaknesses and possibly less susceptible to attack. I don't mean to say that we should have known or expected 9/11 to happen, just that we shouldn't have been naive to think that it couldn't.

The antagonistic approach contains the belief that building a mosque at Ground Zero sends a message of tolerance to the rest of the world, specifically to terrorist groups. I don't support that notion at all. It exposes us as weak and vulnerable. I am not saying that we need to develop a more volatile foreign policy. But it has never been our policy to negotiate with terrorists, so why would we think building a mosque at Ground Zero would render any sort of positive reaction from these groups?  Again, I will stress that it isn't terrorists who are building the mosque - but that fact just further elicits my excitement about this topic.  One that can be discussed at bay since there is no definitive solution.

Here is a link to an interesting documentary that is coming out.  Sent to me by my friend Das:

Holy Wars movie trailer

Check it out, yo.

An Embarassing Moment for Starry Eyes

Starry Eyes attends a weekly gymnastics class in lieu of going to a gym to get her work out on.  While she is not going to be competing in the Olympics any time soon, she is an exceptionally good gymnast.  Although, you should keep in mind that this assessment is coming from a Spaz who doesn't even have the ability to perform a somersault. TFS.  SE called me last night to tell me about a small faux pas she committed during her last class. 

Perhaps before I continue with the story it would be wise to provide you with a little bit of background information on this chick.  If for no other reason than to provide a few more laughs at the expense of one of my best friends.

Starry Eyes and I met during the spring semester of our freshman year at college.  We were fortunate enough to have a class together (during which I persistently badgered her to go through sorority rush) and after a series of fortuitous events she ended up receiving a bid to my sorority and the extraordinary friendship that we still maintain was set into motion.  A lot of people would describe their best friend as someone who is on the same page as them in life or that they have a lot in common with.  That is not the case for Starry Eyes and myself.  In fact, we may as well be polar opposites.  But like one of my favorite pop idols, Paula Abdul, once said

"we come together cuz opposites attract."

SE is the type of girl that, if she could remember, would always make sure to be wearing a skirt and stilettos when filling her car up with gasoline. She has never taken any illegal drugs, although she kept me wildly entertained while I was intoxicated during college by performing her hilarious impersonations of various cast members from both MADtv and SNL. Her hair and make up is always done, she grew up as a Jew in a predominantly WASPY town, has had a boyfriend for like a century and has no desire to have children .  Starry Eyes is flighty yet brilliant, a dichotomous dame as Wild Child so cleverly put it by incorporating her love for alliteration.  If not for an interest in  fashion and shopping, a desire to take over the world, similar business ethics and views on religion, an ongoing passion for studying western philosophy and the simple fact that while we are both off the wall we manage to keep each other sane, our friendship would not have survived this many years.  I have told her numerous times that she is my therapist and during college we referred to each other as "key chain" because we never went any where without the other.

I was with her when she got yelled at by the small gas station attendant after she overflowed her fuel tank in Providence while the two of us, clearly oblivious to our surroundings, sat in the car listening to whatever rap music, probably Chris Brown, this dainty white girl had blasting from her radio.  SE was the first one on the scene when I ever so gracefully fell down the steep flight of stairs from the third floor to the second floor in the haunted mansion that eight of us inhabited senior year and checked on me at least half a dozen times to make sure I was alive.  Starry Eyes was also the only one who always knew where my keys were hiding, because even back then I lost them quite often. I know that she stays up all night, wears only one contact lens and like me, wears a retainer every night, but I digress.

On this particular day at gymnastics Starry Eyes noticed her class had a new member; a ridiculously good looking male specimen was in attendance. SE was determined to show off her skills for this guy, forgetting for just a millisecond that she has a boyfriend. I mean, is it really so bad to flirt with a good looking stranger by performing "tricks" while wearing clothing only appropriate for gymnastics (and other activities requiring flexibility) during a class?? Anyways, SE strutted her stuff over to the uneven bars and prepared to do a move that she tells me is called a "cast to a free hip circle."  This is a move that she does often and was confident enough in her ability to perform it successfully that she was certain said hottie would be impressed.  Up she goes, she has two hands on the bar and prepares to flip over it-  but! instead of going around the bar, she launched herself a little too far and landed on her face five feet away from her intended landing destination.  Starry Eyes was kind enough to provide me with a photo of her war wound.

Hahaha! Oh! Starry Eyes, you're lucky you're pretty!!!

Where'd All The Good People Go?

Have you ever felt like you were being torn in two directions?
Maybe you are at a crossroads between two job decisions, two choices of university or some other life changing factor?
Or maybe its deeper, maybe its so deep, maybe sometimes you feel as though you are torn between the person you are and the person that others perceive you to be or expect you to be?

The older we get the wiser we get or so its been said.  It does makes sense though, in fact it makes so much sense.  We get older, we learn more, we experience more - therefore we are wiser.

I do believe we go through phases though and that the definition of wise can be interpreted in many ways.  Intelligence could be measured by SAT scores, GPAs, general knowledge, street smarts, knowledge of trivial facts, of science, of math, of art, et cetera.  Regardless, the older we get, the longer we have lived, the more we know.


From what I have gathered over my 25.8 years of life is that the most important thing to do is to be true to yourself.

I have never placed judgment on anyone or disliked a person without reason.  To me, everyone is a friend until something occurs which would cause me to view them otherwise.  Ben Harper says it best,

Your choice is who you choose to be and if you're causing no harm then you're alright with me.

I had never experienced any sort of negative judgment against myself until I went to college.  To a lot of my friends that I made at my university, I was the first Jewish person they had ever met.  While most were accepting and some even positively inquisitive, others were quick to dismiss me.  One of my friends was even asked where her horns were!  My freshman year was also the first time I realized the negative connotation that was associated with being from Long Island. There is a stereotype that I was not aware of and even to this day, people that I meet that I think are above stereotypes and completely free spirited judge me. 
Not everyone from Long Island is a JAP or spoiled or self centered. Just as not everyone from Boston is pretentious or not everyone from the mid west lives on a farm.

I realized that when it comes to me and my life experiences its appears that people judge privilege.  They judge what they don't understand. 

I went to Israel two summers ago and a guy on my trip made me cry on the third day.  He saw me in the airport on the first day, sized me up with his eyes, saw what I was wearing and decided I was not worth getting to know.  He said horrible things to me and has since apologized and retracted all that he said and we are good friends now but it still hurts to think back to that day.

Sometimes I find myself lying or leaving certain details out when asked about my job or where I am from. Or, when I know I will be hanging out with certain people I will switch to a different purse or put on a different watch.  Tonight at dinner my friend J said to me,

You should never apologize for who you are or for the things you have been fortunate enough to obtain.  If someone doesn't take the time to get to know you than that is 100% their loss.

 Have I mentioned that I love this guy??

It just seems so ludicrous to me, so ludicrous that I find the need to describe it as preposterous that there are some people, some very well educated people that define people on the sole basis of materialism.  Even the least materialistic people I know judge others on materialism. 

Why must we conform? Why must we be confined to one specific box??

Wild Child was here visiting New York a few weeks ago. With her, she brought me a card.  Wild Child has always had a special knack for picking out cards that say the most appropriate things.  The card she bought for me says on the cover:

There Is No Equal To You

 and inside, part of what she wrote to me says:

One of the main reasons I love you is your ability to wear many hats - and wear them well.  Blogger, spaz, hippie, JAP, philosopher, music junkie, sexual deviant...I could go on.

Wild Child is one of the few people that truly gets me and that has a lot to do with why she is my hero.  I have friends that I have known for most of my life, very close friends, that still don't get me at all.  Some have even said,

You have a tattoo? You just don't seem the type?

My first reaction is always to ask what the "type" is of a person who would get a tattoo. But instead I say that yes, not only do I have a tattoo, but I have four.  If I am not the type who gets them, then how do you explain it?

Why does our society make it so that we have to be one certain way?  Why do we have to be either a Democrat or a Republican?  Why do we have to be a JAP or a hipster or a prep or any other title?  And why, once a title is placed on us must we conform to the statutes and limits that stereotypically define said group? 

Why can't someone support gay marriage and anti abortion?  Or dress only in Prada but also like to get stoned at Phish shows?  Or be an owner of a major corporation and like to play video games?  Or be a professional athlete yet also likes to discuss philosophy over whiskey at NYC speakeasies?

Don't answer "of course they can" without considering if you have truly given everyone you have met a fair chance.

I took a business meeting a few months back and the guy I was meeting with asked me what kind of music I liked.  I responded that I am not a fan of one particular genre of music, but rather, I like music that when I listen to it it either evokes some kind of true emotion inside of me or it makes me - a non dancer - want to dance my ass off. As an artist, he respected this answer.  Others do not, most others do not.


I just realized that it is after 1am and I should go to bed.  So dear readers I leave you with this:

Jack Johnson wrote a song titled "Good People."  In it he says,

Whatever you say. Turn on the boob tube, I'm in the mood to obey. So lead me astray. By the way now, where'd all the good people go?

 Going, going, gone...

A Lot A Bit Of Self Reflection

WARNING: This post is going to deviate quite drastically from my usual topics concerning my spastic life and irresponsible lifestyle. Please note that  I don't expect you to read it all the way through as I fear it has the potential to be dreadfully boring. But after a day of self reflection with Momo and some other situations that have come to surface recently, I feel the only way to clear my head and to actually do something about the way I have been feeling is to blog it.  Judge me if you must - but these are my thoughts. I am also not going to go back and edit (which goes against everything I believe) because I feel it is best to keep this raw and natural. So please forgive any grammatical blunders.

While sitting in Madison Square Park today with Momo we decided to count the statues of iron men that are located on top of the surrounding buildings.  My curiosity got the best of me so I Googled the exhibit to find out the artist's purpose for displaying them in such an odd way.

Here is a link to the exhibit itself http://eventhorizonnewyork.org/

From the point of view of someone on the ground, the statues look as though someone is on top of these very high buildings ready to jump.  But Antony Gormley, the artist, says that

 Isolated against the sky these dark figures look out into space at large asking: where does the humanity fit in the scheme of things?

This really got me thinking.  I have always considered myself as someone with a good head on their shoulders who knows up from down, left from right and right from wrong. But perhaps I am wrong.  I have the amazing opportunity to live in, what I consider to be, the greatest city in the world.  New York City is a place where one can accomplish anything and I am fairly certain I take that for granted.  While trying to locate the 31 iron statues with Momo we found ourselves looking up and realized we hardly ever do that.  We noticed bridges that connected buildings to one another, trees that existed high up on the roofs etc.  While these things aren't necessarily very important, it made us realize that we spend most of our days just getting by.  We move along with the fast pace of New York City and don't take as much time to appreciate the natural beauty in the simplicity of what surrounds us. 

When Wild Child came to visit we had an incident while walking to meet some friends at a bar.  A man was hosing off the sidewalk that we were walking on and shut off his hose as we passed by.  Wild Child thanked him.  I did not.  I don't consider myself to be a rude person, but by not thanking this man I was being extremely rude. It was as though I just expected him to shut off the hose as I passed.  I said something to WC about it, and her response was that she is polite.  Since then I have been very conscious of people doing kind things towards me, small or large, and make sure to say thank you.

A good friend of mine, JZ, just got back to New York after traveling around South America working in hospitals in the most devastating of conditions.  He would send emails about once a month to update his friends back home about his experiences.  His most recent stop was Port-Au-Prince, Haiti and the way he described the living situations there is not only too unbearable to even attempt to describe but it's almost hard to believe.  I always talk with JZ about how I admire what he was doing in South America and how I wish I could do something to make this world a better place but just don't have time.  He said to me last night, and has to me many times before, that not having time is not an excuse and that he doesn't know for sure why, but of all of his friends he really expects more from me. 

I shared this at the park today with Momo and I came to the conclusion that I really do want to contribute to making this world we live in better.  I don't think I have to travel to a different country to get this done as there are plenty of people who need help right here in New York City.  Of course I already make donations, I give that $1 at the supermarkets or at Petco towards animal shelters or whichever charity is being helped and I try and help out the homeless with whatever spare change I have in my purse - but none of this is enough.  I realize it is not only about money.  My biggest problem with donations is that I always want to give more and I just don't have more to give.  I have an English degree and am thinking I would like to volunteer at libraries or schools and possibly read to or tutor adults who have never learned to read.  The illiteracy rate for adults in New York City alone is extremely high, much higher than I would've expected. 

I move through life making spontaneous decisions and always searching for instant gratification. But I wasn't always like that.  I used to find excitement from being challenged, would sign up for more difficult courses in college or always choose the path least traveled, but since graduation I have lost my way.  I have since been complacent with where I was at, i.e. having an apartment, a job and living in NYC like I had always wanted. 

I have also spent a lot of my days hating on America and what it stands for, but this July 4th as the fireworks were going off and the bar I was at was playing "I'm Proud to be an American," I got to thinking, in what other country could I, especially as a woman, say out loud how I truly feel about our government?  I am fascinated by conspiracy theories and still believe our government is corrupt.  But we really do live in the land of the free. 

For me, it comes down to realizing that not all dreams can come true but we all can make some kind of difference in this world if we truly want to.  I don't think I will ever finish my novel that I have started and deleted and started again at least a dozen times since I was a sophomore in college, and I don't know if I will ever go back to school to accomplish my dream of becoming a professor of English at a university so that I can discuss my favorite books "The Great Gatsby" and "1984" with students that I feel will actually want to be in attendance.  I also don't know if I will ever be financially well off enough to open up/start up the foster home that I had always wanted to establish.  But I do know that I am extremely lucky to not only be pretty, kidding, but to live where I live and to be healthy and to have amazing parents that support me and a huge loving extended family as well as a ton of fantastic friends. I also know that while my current situation does not allow me to pick up and travel to another country to help those far less well off than I, there are those right here in the very city in which I live that need help as well - and I can, and will, do something about it.

I have been fortunate enough to grow up in a family that is extremely liberal and open to all different types of people. I admire my grandparents for being so excepting of having a gay son and two of their son's that married outside of our religion.  They grew up in a time where these things were not accepted by society (unfortunately they still aren't entirely) but showed us that true happiness is much more important than living your life for someone else.  About a month ago I got my 4th, and yes mom it is my last, tattoo.  It is written in cursive Hebrew which is essentially lowercase to represent the laid back low stress life style that I like to maintain, but what it says is "If I am not for myself, who will be for me?."  I just think it is important to be happy with yourself, realize all that you have, appreciate quality, not be judgmental, follow your dreams even if they can't be reached and support those that you love. I believe that if this can be done than the rest will all fall into place.

Sorry for the deep post. If you are still reading, I'd just like to say thank you for essentially listening to me ramble.  I promise to drink an exorbitant amount of prosecco tonight and follow up with a drunken, silly and spazzy post. :)

Momo, Gay Men, Myself and The Box...

It probably wouldn't be out of line to have titled this post as simply "Penis" (which will make sense as you read on) but, being a Libra and constantly at battle with maintaining a balance between the left and right sides of my brain while also having reconnected with my Yellow Aura after a month break from blogging and most other technology mediums, I didn't feel a one word title could accurately represent what was experienced just a couple of weekends ago.

One of my favorite things about New York City is that the nightlife possibilities are endless.  You can drop thousands of dollars at the most expensive nightclubs, stumble upon a local dive bar and end up having the time of your life, attend a karaoke bar, visit speakeasies etc. Or you can do what Momo and I did and hit up the Gay Bars. 

For a while now Momo and I have been claiming that we are playing hard to get with New York City. Yes, with the entire city, and in an effort to maintain that status - we wanted to check out the swanky, exclusive and notoriously insane gay nightclub, Splash.  We got all dressed up in sexy clothes, took a couple of shots of vodka (or 5?) and marched our way up to the doorman (Momo's ass out and my girls doing their thing) only to be REJECTED for not being with MEN.  Irrationally shocked and appalled that our female parts were not working on a gay man we swallowed our pride and found two guys willing to escort us inside.  Our smiles returned as we walked back up to the evil doorman only to fade once again as we were denied access for the second time. 

Just as we were about to declare our night of fun with gay men a bust (pun intended?) we saw another club around the corner and decided to give it a go.  We were successful at the door, paid the $20 cover and descended down the stairs to the entrance of the club.  There were hot bodied men in only underwear on 2 different stages dancing with poles, men dancing on top of the bar and even some shaking their "thangs" on the dance floor.  We took countless shots of Lemon Drops with the bartender and got to witness a Lady Gaga dance off during which one guy (who we later found out was 18) choked himself with a collar.  The music and the general vibe of the whole club was so positive and so fun that Momo was able to get me to dance with her.  I never dance.  After being a part of numerous dancing orgies with these men and consuming several more Lemon Drops shots our makeup almost completely off and our hair plastered to our faces from sweat - we had the brilliant idea to attempt to stalk our favorite gay man of all time. The legen-wait for it-dary NEIL PATRICK HARRIS!

Twitter makes it very easy to stalk celebrities and being that we are both avid users of the program; Momo and I knew that NPH frequently tweets about attending The Box.  In short, The Box is a club that serves dinner and provides a variety of live entertainment shows every half hour throughout the night. Some are Burlesque, some are funny and others are of an a-vant-garde nature.  We hopped in a cab and got dropped off at Freeman Alley since that is where Google Maps showed the club's location to be.  Freeman Alley is a narrow alleyway in the lower east side of Manhattan lined with cement walls covered in graffiti that has a restaurant at the end of it and nothing else.  Feeling as though we were doing something totally secretive and excited about the possibility that The Box was located down this random alley, we surreptitiously made our way into the darkness only to come face to face with a closed Freeman's Restaurant and no box. FYI: The Box is NOT down Freeman Alley.  Frightened, drunk, confused and laughing at the idiocy of what we had just done Momo and I located the entrance to the club, were welcomed inside and after determining that NPH was not in the building, we managed to snag a booth in the VIP section upstairs. 

We found out we arrived just in time for the 3:30am performance so we ordered 2 glasses of champagne (for $55) and waited for the show to begin.  Shortly after 3:30 a woman in odd clothes or maybe it was a man in drag came onto the stage and proceeded to perform many tricks that I can only assume to be illegal, if not in New York than for sure everywhere else, and are much too vile to include in my description. I will say however, that clothes were taken off and said performer not only had a very nice penis but had very nice breast implants as well.   Momo and I were mildly intrigued but when he/she began to pull strange things out of his/her anal region, we decided we had enough crazy for one night and got the eff out of there.

New York City never ceases to amaze me with the wildly diverse things it has to offer, and I consider myself to be a very well rounded person, but throughout the course of this night I was witness to many things I had never seen before and saw people do things I didn't even know were physically possible.  Being pretty had nothing to do with the insanity/survival/luck of the night for Momo and I this time. 

It's much more appropriate to say "I'm Lucky I Live In New York City."