i smile and wont stop til i get enough!

there is an old favorite that i still love just as strong (her name is Lily) and she holds the voice if not one of the very "few" things or video/song - in this case - that i can stand without getting me bored after 30 days. it has been over five years, my longest commitment i can say. baa haa..

well for an MJ, black or white era here is one from his "Off the Wall" album that took me 25 years to hear and it was at a pub in Bowery - Phebe's - courtesy of a friend Greg!

Books on the streets

there is always the question of when a book is supposed to remain in print or remake it into a film. modern classics from John Grisham's Hollywood blockbuster The Pelican Brief and The Client broadened his readership across continents.

This one, I have not Seen and apparently have not read came for a sweet deal. what can get me luckier than to hunt on a hardbound, well kept 1986 published copy of The Chamber.

this next deal will get you putting your chips away or involve you into a pseudo flesh eating drive.

Catherine Starling if not one of the most indispensable characters in psycho thriller enthusiasts reflect in many criminal mind type small screen these days. An image of her in a camel colored full trench coat flashed in my head across the table from Hannibal Lecter. Thomas Harris genius sequel of the psychopath Lecter's display of cannibal takes is both disturbing, and unfortunately some what entertaining.

who would forget this movie poster?

The Month of April is for Poets

this is the next days of writing reading singing poems.

Couch Surfers Plus Pitchers and Pints of Draught

First up is a shout out to Sergio for hosting the Life Cafe CS meet (Couch Surfers from and visiting town, sit down for eats and drinks).

Location: The Life Cafe, The Lower East Side

Crowd: New friends from world over
Food: Taku from Tokyo had the Vegan Burger but this was after I made him try the Beef Burrito. well he is not vegan - just the burger. and Gian Maria trying to kill me - without his knowledge, had the plate of calamari. the kind that even at sight I call the need for an antihistamine. And as for everyone else, the house sandwich.

The real catch: The top reason for the night? who would not want to show up for $10 Pitcher Beer?

Conversations of travel were the main key; questions of who have told you of the CS community, how each found out about it, some on their own , well darn of course -the million dollar question pops out. One asks if I am not afraid that someone will strangle me ( in his best attempt he crawled from the other side of the table while trying to show me how a person may choke me). Karen wore a large print shirt of an adorable Bee , and when she answers it was from this cartoon series, Albert of Vienna promptly thought it was the Chippendale's of Vegas so did the Guy from Australia, but with all our faces blank it hit my head from "a cartoon series" - Chip n Dale? thus i had to sing the opening theme song. oh yeahhhh!! agrees all on the table.

Talks of great travelers were served out one after the other:

Les Adventures de Tin Tin

we all revered about this great Tin Tin as kids, Lupin the real white collar bandit, Ciao Marco Ciao who traveled the world in search of his mother to Buenos Aires, Uncle Scrooge's unacceptable stinginess and shares in Valentin Franz of the German and French names of Donald Duck's nephew's Tick, Trick und Track and Riri, Fifi, et LouLou respectively. We could not almost end the night reveling of random things reminiscent of childhood's past. they all share a great piece of qualities i want in my self. the will to see and do.

These are the people that live in celebration of life. each day.

Taku: plays his instrument and have seen all of Europe,Australia Some of Asia and South America, now the US.
Andy: wants to learn history, now interns at the Jewish Holocaust Museum. Gian Maria: Taking history in a University in Sardinia, travels to conduct research study
Karen: pursuing acting from Moscow in New York
Valentin: Languages because he speaks alot of them. and still wants to learn more like a 6 year old.

I have high respect for such people. for they can tell you what they want, why they want it and how they are acheiving it each day without question, with no hesitations.

Charlie Chaplin

tell me you dont like this man that you see above then i'd say, you have never seen a Genius Act!

CHARLIE CHAPLIN is our supposed signature family Comic.

my dad has most of his movies and i never get tired of them. you watch The Gold Rush and it's just an avalanche of comedy! and when i'm getting deep in to the movie, it's like when i was a kid again when we'd all lay on the floor watching the movie go on and laugh together from generation to next - we all got high together - natural serotonin overdose.

usually this happens after a lazy sunday lunch - literally two hours on the dining table with the morning music of the 60's, my mother rocking on some Beatles Obla Di (me and her's favorite) i miss home but it will always be with me.

I read and then eat

came across difficult decision/s to make:

a) have a huge meal - it seems like the dieting past few days has only given me 2 lbs. shed off. F*ck it.

b) get a copy of Wired (geeky-ness), NYLON for Guys (swag), Reader's Digest magazines (tips on HR people wont tell you) while having machiatto.

c) flirt with anyone who sits on the next table and hop into the assembled bicycle as we ride off to brooklyn

i chose B. now im literally heart burning, paranoid and meaning to walk blocks after blocks while reading. and this is Bliss - i'm in my elements.

where is my Remington?

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. - i made 3 errors earlier.

but with the backspace technology i don't have to pull out a white liquid eraser to wipe it out and dry it by blowing.

it never fails to entertain me, a Pangram that contains every letter of the most widely used Alphabet in the world. or so from what i think. maybe not.

you see, a Remington typewriter - more like a grand son to the image posted (taken from the Smithsonian Institution) helped me kill my time as a four year old until i was twenty one. my mom's office was my day care, the best place and time for me to spend with her as she gets to watch me and do her work: countless times on racked paper and running around our production floor yelling at people with one hand on the waist and the other finger pointed out - habitually around 2.30 after lunch- and the Remington? it was my favorite toy.

time and again, i would slam the keys pretending to play a Mozart. pressing the Tab key and get giddy each time it makes the Ding! sound. what about typing each letter from the upper hand corner? on a grey recycled paper my mom and dad were ahead of their time eco-ing), filling each sheet all the way to the last corner on the lower right hand ( 28 letters each and one of them. with more time left, nap is not my style so i type more, numbers this time.

Mcnally Jackson and the Paris Review

so this is a bookstore and a coffee shop. Mcnally Jackson is on the corner of Prince and Mulberry, i was told of this place by a guy who is working on a noble project - www.trialx.com he shared a table with me and my new found friend Becky (at the Housing Works).

these guys at the Cafe make my love for macchiato stronger than ever like a double shot espresso - straight to the veins! this place has got it all you can ask for a third place and if I may quote my self on this - I am engaged to this bookstore.

--- the book reading:

1. it's hard to recall now as to when was the last time i have gone to a book reading
2. no. wait a minute. it was last year at Bryant park's The Reading room
3. the crowd had its loudest cheers for a post pubescent looking comedy writer - creepers
4. the book reading starts, i stared at the ceiling the whole time on the first reading
5. the second time the hanging light bulb.
6. someone asked if what it was like to translate a book for a dead author and the living one.
7. it's better to translate for a dead author.
8. what's it like to be from Kansas and a Jew?
9. and if i may quote: "Before you, this cocaine is just like staring at the ceiling" -an excerpt from one of the books
10. well, Mcnally Jackson, before you, reading was just like staring at the ceiling. (shrugs)

LA COLOMBE La Fayette SoHo, New York

i was originally pre disposed to walk to the Mcnally Bookstore on Prince and Mulberry (good thing Mcnally opens at 10) although this was the case, i had to grab my morning coffee from this - airy spacious well not really but it seems like it - new found coffee shop. LA COLOMBE 's most interesting detail, is its discreet opening door covered in army green canvas buttoned up towards the foyer to a clear class door with a wrought iron handle on a french curve.

The house blend at $2 bucks was up for my deal not to break a ten and the dollar tip to the cute girl channeling Rosie the Riveter. her red hot hot lips locked that look!

for anyone who wants to get their french colombian coffee mix fix - romance and thrill is what you'll get and tons of walking to deal with after with all that up beat feel!

au revoir pero te quiero La Colombe!

p.s. they have their first location in Tribeca; read an article that they are headed out to be in Philly too!