lundi, décembre 31, 2007



San Francisco.

Met up with Jamie at the bar she works at. Hefeweizen. Anchor Steam. Cailin was having her nails done and Adam was delayed at the airport. Then Cailin came over and after a bit we wandered about the Haight and then drove to the airport. They didn't let us wait along the arrival curb so we made about 6 laps around the terminal waiting for Adam to pick up his bags.

I broke my digital camera at the bar.

samedi, décembre 29, 2007

Noon on a Saturday.

I do not know if this is an alcohol-induced depression, or if I am just really sad. The draperies are drawn and Seabear is playing in the dark.

I am tempted to medicate. But I will hold off for a bit longer. I wonder if this mood is from the constant mélange of drinks, sometime cigarettes, and very little sleep.

...

( Lover's Spit - Broken Social Scene )

Yesterday was the third day in a row that I've gone to bed at five or six in the morning. In Vegas, you have to look hard to find a window and you're never quite sure what time it is.

We had dinner at the Bellagio, then walked back for drinks at the Salon. There was a man there named Michel from Paris who took very good care of us. He remembered all our drinks from the nights before, and also sent out several rounds of Patron. Martinis, whiskies, bourbon appearing and disappearing at a lush, and mildly dizzying pace.

Then maybe it was at four that we took to the craps tables. I like craps. It seems to have a mysterious romantic air about it, with adventure waiting just around the corner.

Got a message from Meeg this morning. She's on her way to Boston and I guess we'll miss each other. I do not get back from San Francisco till the morning of the 3rd.

vendredi, décembre 21, 2007

It's HERE.

But I have to wait till I get back from San Francisco. Boo. Need to keep Pleo somewhere warm and cosy in the meantime.

Here's a quick photo booth photo. I have a train to catch at about 5 and I've yet to finish packing.


Early this afternoon I remember eating lunch, and then passing out on a couch in the living room. I woke up 5 hours later on my bed groggy, delirious, and in a mild panic from having wasted the entire afternoon.

And
as a result,
it is close to 4am and Leonard is unable to sleep. He is tempted to surf the telly. Maybe there will be interesting informercials.

Autour de Lucie is playing. And I am playing with photos. I might have lost about a thousand photos from last year, when I moved stuff around from one laptop to another, to another. Fuck.

jeudi, décembre 20, 2007

"LEONARD YOUR PLEO HAS SHIPPED!"




Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.

I'm thinking of bringing the little tike to New York, Vegas, and San Fran with me.
( for Renée )



Manhattan taxis and some partners in crime.

mardi, décembre 18, 2007

just made spaghetti with spicy cod roe and ventresca tuna. kicks a lot of ass. if i do say so myself.
( for Renée )



Like clockwork.

samedi, décembre 15, 2007

( for Renée )



Wall of a bar. I think my uncle's firm might've designed it.

vendredi, décembre 14, 2007

( for Renée )




Walls of a boutique in Singapore.

mercredi, décembre 12, 2007

( for Renée )




Dragons and swirls of color.

lundi, décembre 10, 2007

( for Renée )



Waves.

samedi, décembre 08, 2007

( for Renée )



His name is Blue.

vendredi, décembre 07, 2007

( Hello Ren, this will be my first photo. )



Storytelling.
Renée and I have started a little project. We have to send each other a photo or picture or illustration everyday before midnight. For each day/night we miss, we owe the other a beer (or something of approximate monetary value.)

Random ideas. Inspiration.


( Just in from Renée )



"This is my work environ."
starguitar.

espresso and my ipod are 2 things that consistently help me float through the mornings.



i am happy today. or at least really high on music and caffeine.

samedi, novembre 03, 2007

vendredi, octobre 19, 2007

lundi, octobre 15, 2007

Get ready for Halloween.

Invite: Halloween 2007

mercredi, octobre 03, 2007

Back. Well sort of.

At a Sheraton a few miles from Somers, New York. I had a flight at three yesterday afternoon but I guess I missed it. I wonder if they missed me on the plane.

Obviously jetlagged. Been reading the news since 2am with intermittent clicks on the tv remote. Anderson Cooper 360. Adult Swim. Law and Order. Kevin Trudeau's informercial on Natural Cures They Don't Want You To Know About. Nothing to see here.

How to sleep.

It's close to 6 and I guess I've little choice but to power through till the evening. Spoke to Kam last night and we might try to meet for dinner in South Norwalk.

I miss home. Home meaning Boston. "You can travel the world and live anywhere, but it's important to have a base, " said Aunt Hetty. I grew up in Singapore but I guess my base right now is Boston. Many people I love are there.

With luck I'll get work sorted out and get back Thursday maybe Friday.

lundi, septembre 10, 2007

Tomorrow, Mai and I leave for Australia and Singapore. I have yet to pack because I have a business case to hand in sometime today. I'd hoped to finish yesterday, then today noon, then about three or four l'apres midi. I would like to finish latest midnight.

samedi, août 25, 2007

i got in from new york at two thirty and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed with the curtains drawn.

modest mouse
silver jews
the brunettes
the radio dept
the rosebuds

i think i can hear michelle playing with a blender in the kitchen.

some of us are meeting at nine by harvard for dinner and drinks. half of me wants to stay in and maybe not leave till the morning. tired. paranoid.

dimanche, août 19, 2007

Luke, Leo, and Mo are sitting around a silver table by The Lower Depths, a dive bar right next to home.

"Dudes, we need to do something this weekend. Something awesome," says Mo.

"Yeah, we need to make it a big night. A fucking big night - like have everyone, everyone we know come out and party till dawn or something," says Luke, waving for another beer.

"Hell's yeah! Where should we go? The Hong Kong's fun but you really need to be trashed... there aren't any cool bars around man. Wait, maybe Allston? They have a few cool hipster bars. The model cafe or something. Where are the hot chicks?" Leonard asks, wondering if he needs another beer.

"We should just do meth and go to New York or something," goes Luke.

Silence.

We all look at each other.

Luke is a genius.

"Holy crap fuck yeah now that's a plan."

SO we didn't do the meth, but we did run off to New York. Got there at 10pm, ran straight to a bar in the East Village to meet Renee and her friends, then Katie and Robin and a few girls came over. 2 hours later we were in another bar. 2 hours later we were in a dance club in the Lower East Side. DJs with blue silhouettes. Justice. The Arcade Fire. Daft Punk. Fucking Fun.

5am we get kicked out of the dance club and we go for falafel and schwarma.

We had planned for a 6am bus back to Boston but then Renee said hey I'm house-sitting this place in Brooklyn Heights you guys should crash with. So we get there and we pass out and Sunday morning we run over to Freeman Alley for brunch and then somehow make it back to Boston.

jeudi, août 09, 2007

stereogum

so,

stereogum is a pretty neat music site. i happen to like the stuff they like, and maybe you might too.

this is the website
http://www.stereogum.com/

but this is even better because it's hype's music player for stereogum. just go there and listen to any of the tracks and hype should build a little player for you.

http://hypem.com/list/152


( recent stuff i found i liked)
- maritime
- donny hue and the colors
- misha
- the weakerthans

samedi, juillet 28, 2007

vendredi, juillet 27, 2007

One of the most amazing meals I've ever had. In my life.




mercredi, juillet 25, 2007

Guess who's going to Alinea on Friday.

samedi, juillet 21, 2007

Palo Alto.

San Francisco.



mardi, juillet 17, 2007

i tried eating a salad today for lunch and it was utterly disgusting. i had to run down to the cafeteria to get a side of (waffle) fries to make it all better.

don't get me wrong i actually like caesar salad. this one just sucked ass. it's frustrating when you really try to eat healthy and healthy turns out to be tasteless, or in today's example - disgusting.

samedi, juillet 07, 2007

Camden, Maine.




mardi, juillet 03, 2007

I dreamt of friends and lovers and demons last night. And I woke up this morning with panic in my throat and a hand wringing my heart.

"The sky is falling," said Chicken Licken. And then she ran off to tell her little animal friends.

lundi, juin 25, 2007

1:07PM - Good lord last night was a blur. How the fuck did I get home?

1:45PM - I have no idea. I just woke up.

mercredi, juin 20, 2007

This morning I poured Listerine on my toothbrush thinking it was toothpaste.

mercredi, juin 06, 2007

Tout ce qu'on veut.

jeudi, mai 31, 2007

Michelle was going away to Sweden for a month and half, so we had a little family lunch at No. 9 Park.

"Oh my," went the manager as I hopped in first, crutches in hand. "I never expected our first table to be literally hopping in."

I love this place. I do. Best food in Boston. Period. The ambiance is perfect for conversations both serious and frivolous, AND John the barkeep makes the best drinks ever.

Vermont Quail Roulade
Potato Crusted Yellowfin
Chocolate Ganache Cake

"Hey is that Jack Welch at the next table?" someone whispered over.

"I don't know actually. It could be? I've only seen him on book covers." I whispered back.

A few hours later, Luke and I were watching the Red Sox pre-game show and there he was, in the same pink shirt he had on during lunch.

jeudi, mai 17, 2007

ankle surgery in a few hours.

nervous.
excited.

jeudi, mai 03, 2007

funny. i talk, but i do not talk to anyone anymore. hey.

high come down.

at the moment of composition it is 257 in the morning. thursday already. this week was a muted hell. i hated many parts of it. terribly. painfully. but somehow i am here. sufjan stevens - all delighted people. it's a bit soft, could you turn up the volume a bit? thank you.

people came over this evening. first ayman, then capo. then capo left on his motorbike to see about a girl. there was some scotch, some beer. and then a phone started ringing and there was news of a few more on the way.

"hey that's the door - let me get it," says luke, taking a quick sip of his drink before stepping out.

christine. amanda. pause, then paul caponetti. amelia arrives a bit later. maybe a half hour later.

lundi, avril 30, 2007

(Lower East Side, New York.)



Why,
am I so sad?

dimanche, avril 29, 2007

Adventures in New York



samedi, avril 28, 2007

(( The Rotational Jetset ))

We had a little dinner party last night. Except that instead of courses we had our best friends sign up for DJ slots and we all played our favorite songs. Our secret songs. The ones we always wanted to tell people about.

dj grand theft ninja converses with dj lukas
i like this one. quite a lot actually.
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Emily also took some photos.

---

In any event, I have a brunch date in a half hour and a plane to catch at three.

Mo and I are due in New York for a multitude of reasons. To see about a girl, to see about a show, to find a restaurant at the end of a decrepit alley, and to find happiness in a glass and perhaps other material and immaterial goods.

jeudi, avril 12, 2007

i just discovered this on blogotheque's concerts a emporter. and i'm really digging this song.

( Eagle*Seagull | Death could be at the door )

Invite: Marathon Monday 2007

(click for a bigger version.)

vendredi, avril 06, 2007

So on Monday I ran off to North Carolina and now I'm about to fly back to Boston and I must admit it's been an awfully good trip.

Work was good and the clients were cool and I got quite a bit done. I stayed in Chapel Hill and commuted daily along an isolated road that wound left and right through a sea of green and it was good. I slept with the balcony door open and slept better than I have in a long time.

On Tuesday we visited the Weaver Street Market and we sat outside and drank cheap wine. There were these hippies sitting next to us and they'd finished their wine and offered to trade us crackers and chips for a cup or two of white.

On Thursday I was late for a breakfast with Josh the newly-minted doctor.

Tonight it's whiskey and unpacking at catwoman's new apartment. She's a homeowner now.

mardi, avril 03, 2007

Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

It's rather depressing when you go running till you're exhausted and out of breath and you're thinking, man I really pushed myself today, and you find out it's only been 18 minutes.

I should probably do some situps or pushups or something.

jeudi, mars 15, 2007

There
is a little party on Saturday.

Try to come. But not too many. Just enough.

2007 Progressive Party

mardi, mars 06, 2007

Hello. Oh gosh wow. There are now a ton of my photos from Singapore. Here's one from the Tekka wet market near Kadang Kerbau. CRABS! FUCK YEAH! With bright orange amazing delicious roe!


( click for the photo set )

samedi, mars 03, 2007

new orleans. can't sleep. not sure what timezone i'm dealing in right now.

not sure where all this is going.

the room

i leave for boston in a few hours. i was told to go to the cafe du monde on decatur, for the beignets and the coffee - "no! the cappuccino!" she said. "you have to go for the cappuccino!"

maybe i can get up early. maybe before the airport.

mercredi, février 28, 2007

Early morning maybe 7. Frankfurt. In a plane on a runway waiting for take off.

Spent a night at the Sheraton here, which was remarkably luxurious. But lonely. I slept from 10pm till 3am and then focused on the ceiling and the tv till I had to check out at 6am.

I missed seeing Dad this time round and I hope he forgives me.

Paris in about an hour. I wonder if Aunty Hetty's in town.

vendredi, février 23, 2007

oh god can you believe this?

Tuesday 2/27, 230pm-830pm
Singapore - Frankfurt

Wednesday 2/28, 745am-845am
Frankfurt - Paris

Wednesday 2/28, 11am-130pm
Paris - New York

Wednesday 2/28, 4pm-630pm
New York - Detroit

Wednesday 2/28, 708pm-842pm
Detroit - New Orleans

mercredi, janvier 31, 2007

Flushing, NY. At Ava and Eva's.

Eva sets down a plate of freshly baked brownie, with a tiny scoop of vanilla ice cream. "You don't have to eat it all, " she says, "but make sure you taste it!"

The Stills are playing in the background. Lola.

There is a glass of red wine in front of me. I leave tomorrow for Singapore.


The boy who rode on, slightly before him, sat a horse not only as if he'd been born to it - which he was - but as if, were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were, he would have found them anyway: would have known there was something missing for the world to be right, or he right in it, and would have set forth to wander wherever it was needed for as long as it took until he came upon one, and he would have known that that was what he sought, and it would have been.

- All the Pretty Horses, Cormac McCarthy
fuck.

i spaced out and left my awesome white and orange beanie at the harvard t stop. fuck. fuck. really liked that one.

vendredi, janvier 26, 2007

Iconoclast Books, Ketchum, Idaho.

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I can't seem to find anything to buy. I'm haphazardly browsing the shelves for the fifth time. Fiction. Eastern Religion. Non-Fiction. American Art. Current Affairs. The cute blond working here must think I'm weird as shit.

Fiction.

Augusten Burroughs. Magical Thinking. Running with Scissors. Sellevision.

Cormac McCarthy. All the Pretty Horses. Blood Meridian. The Road.

Don Delillo. Cosmopolis. Underworld. White Noise. Cosmopolis sucked.

Jodi Picoult. My Sister's Keeper. I've seen this everywhere.

Steve Hodel. Black Dahlia Avenger: The True Story. Oh God no.

Franzen. Franzen. Nada. Ann and Tina just started a bookclub and Mo proposed Jonathan Franzen's new book. I don't see it here.

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We were at Chapter One Books earlier this afternoon and I couldn't find anything either.

Haruki Murakami. Dance Dance Dance. Norwgian Wood. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Don't want to touch this right now. He's her favorite author and I'm trying to escape her gravitational pull. Flee. Run away.

I like books about lonely people. Sometimes I buy books because I like their covers. I'd buy The Hours but I really hate books with "Now a major motion picture" on the front.

Hemingway. The Sun Also Rises. I like that one. There's a lot of Hemingway here. He wrote For Whom the Bell Tolls in room 206 at the Sun Valley Lodge. The Old Man and The Sea. A Farewell to Arms. He chose to take his life in Ketchum. I'm tempted to get The Garden of Eden. Not today.

At the last minute I grab the Cormac McCarthy. All the Pretty Horses.

jeudi, janvier 25, 2007

We skied a half day yesterday, and a half day today. Lazy has been the magic word, and so we crawled slowly out of our beds and made decadent breakfasts and took hours to decide if we wanted to hit the slopes.

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After a few beers at Grumpy's, we stopped at the video store and rented a playstation and a Tony Hawk game. We flirted with the girls who worked there and they flirted back.

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It's bright beautiful out and there are snow peaked mountains rising up on all sides and we've a five bedroom house to run around in, with amazing paintings in every room and hallway, and a magnificent kitchen designed for a catering crew of ten or twelve. Gerri has more cookbooks than I've ever seen in my life.