Last night after drinks with nathaniel, prior to meeting with darren aka darren blue eyes, which he always clarifies are green, but refuses to allow me to change it in my phone, nathaniel and i were at duane reade in the pits of hell at madison square garden.
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There was this amazingly cute girl that reminded me so much of my little eron (erin devitt), perfectly done short hair, buying strange things like peanuts, hairspray, a map and water; I was a little weird about nathaniel and my too open, out and loud conversation and was all consumed with what this girl thought of us, weird huh? After we had made our purchases we were outside the store, preparing our goodbyes and this cute girl was out there smoking, eating peanuts and staring at the empire state building. I told nathaniel that I would invite her to a drink with darren and I, nathaniel thinks I'm crazy.
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I'm not sure why I did it, but I went over to the girl, asked if she was visiting, brought her over to nathaniel, we spoke about where she was staying, how this area sucked and then I told her I was going downtown, she came with me! Alexandra and I went to the west village to have a drink. we ran into british david on thompson street and then went to the dove for nice conversation.
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Alexandra was from Austria! She is finishing her studies, on her way to Montreal and interns at a radio station I'm going to listen to it this afternoon; she is absolutely darling and her, darren and I had quite a bit of fun. How we ended up at pianos at midnight, I don't know, but I didn't drink too much and I escorted her to the train, was nice! Yea! Austria! I want to go to Vienna!

David Yassky is a stalker! No, I'm just joking, he's a great city councilman, doesn't get the space issue, but a great hopeful for the city comptroller spot, GO YASSKY!
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What an amazing week of ends, what an amazing experience it is to drink wine from a wooden adirondack chair centered on the mc carren park stage, staring at an empty pool... With talks of parks, the summer of lessons learned and sharing the inspiration of experiences throughout the past two months... I've had the best two months of my life and wouldn't change a thing. I must have seen at least 300 people I know in the matter of 2 hours and didn't have a moment to converse with them at last movie in the park, rushmore; these are O R scrubs, O R they?
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The restaurants showed up, set up on time and there was enough food to feed over 4,000 tasty bites to the friendly williamsburgers of north brooklyn. We raised so much money for the park, and when it was all over, toasts, richard, jesse, rachel, nathaniel, talia and everyone; congrats my angel volunteers, your help and inspiration has been the soul of my summer and Richard you got the wrong parks manager! No the one that looks like powder, but that was a seriously hilarious misunderstanding.

There were these little elves running down the bike line, christopher coward and I rode our bikes side by side, stopping to stare at each other in disbelief of the little knomb. High on mushrooms chris and I toke off on bikes from matt's, I stole bradley's BMX on the most perfect denton texas night. We left to grab some music making supplies, along with some arts and crafting tools.
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The elves, gnomes or whatever they were, were running so fast, chris and I deciding to go to our house; our sound proofed wall was a focal point for what seemed like three hours; the carpet waved at us like algae from the bottom of the ocean might wave. He grabbed his bongos, I grabbed my recorder and favorite aluminum pan. I decided to be too tired to bike and wished to put my yellow/green raincoat and topsiders on and ran along side chris on his bike... When we got back to matts turns out I had my own bike, damn! Bradley was riding it in circles on fry street with his scoliosesed back as straight as it could be, with a stripped sweater and goofy scarf, looked like a damn clown, I fell to the ground in fits of laughter.
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We stayed up until the dawn watching muppet movies, straining mushrooms for tea, ate chocolates and danced around the living room. With radiohead's kid a having just been released, the dreamy soundtrack ran in the background; a friendly collection of melodies that seems to be a staple of those three amazing years north of dallas and fort worth.
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I remember seeing built to spill in the blistering sun of the fry street fair, of which they tried to relocate the festival to dallas years ago, didn't work (fry street fair only works on fry street assholes). During the day of fry street the little city is lit up with strangers, visitors and every drug you could ever want literally walking into you front door, without knocking of coarse.
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Once after the festivities, you would find a calm place to sit, take it all in, smoke and prepare for the rest of the evening; this night, the most massive bag of opium (I know, who the hell does opium?) You've ever seen stumbled in our door and sold itself in our living room. The bag looked like a sack of those rocks you put at the bottom of a fish tank, smoked like plastic, I hated it, didn't do any of it; it lasted for months... long story.

Little angel in the morning, he ran around in his diaper and wouldn't let me leave the building without screaming my name, little angel on the first floor I just had to tickle you and run. I must have trotted up and down the stairs three times at least, kept forgetting things; Pills, chords, my head, you know how it is on Monday morning. I was going to call in sick, I had the email all ready, but then, responsibility, the fact that I had to help him prepare for his bid meeting, shit I got out of bed.

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My community, amazing, loving, passionate and now interested in the parks because the power of cookies. After a summer of dancing around the volunteer table in kickball uniforms, cute cloths and such; why did it take me all summer to figure out that a plate of snickerdoodle cookies was all it took to get people interested? And how did snickerdoodles become my signature cookie, pretty obscure, but so tasty. People's eyes rolled in the back of their heads when they ate them, was so nice to see them enjoy.

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It was not even nine when I ran into farrah on the train, heard her stories, reminisced of our crazy summer previous  when she, skye, alys and I ran around like crazies until 4am everyday of august. Ran into Courtney brennan, my Birmingham southern start, you know me… lots of community all the time, too much, im going to start wearing the baseball hat again.

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Went to daddy's Saturday night, shit I did it again, introduced yet another pair of kids to one another for them to go and make out with each other, you'd think with all the people I know I might be in love. Apparently the only boys that like me have girlfriends, thoughts of trading up, but not so sure about making the leap, enjoying the benefits of a girlfriend, while shopping around, jesus it's agitating, no one, but two boys, same night; both have girlfriends, why is this happening to me?

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I saw him yesterday, yes this has been going on for two too many months, though he doesn't work at the park he came to eat my cookies, stare at me and I miss him. I miss the relationship we never had and the working friendship we made so fun. There next me he just smiled wearing his v-neck sweater in the summer, his goofy headband under his fedora, horrible sunglasses but much better than the aviators he used to wear… oh mister parks manager, not anymore.

A water chiller… well it produces cold water by transferring heat from the entering water to then refrigerants in the evaporated heat that's exchanged; easy enough right? Rooms and rooms of dilapidated water chillers, rusty mechanical and electrical equipment, what a horrible place this port authority in times square is. Did you know there was a bowling alley there? You know, so when you're waiting for your train you can bowl a game or two; who does this make sense to? Have you ever worn a reflector vest? Ugly, but with nice, comfortable pockets! Have you ever been in the room with 40 people of the opposite sex and no one to make you feel at home? Did you feel like a steak amidst lions and cougars?

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Enough about my morning, what about the East River, who knew it moved at four knots, no wonder all those people drown and sail boats crash in it every year. And what about the rain at the regina spektor concert, was that not moving? Did you see emily and I dance in our yellow ponchos while we sold protected area under our tent, for donations to the Open Space Alliance, we made $60! Rent is definitely NOT cheap.

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I made flan for the first time Thursday night, and can anyone tell me how putting plan sugar in a pan is supposed to just turn into carmel without water, butter or corn syrup? I mean seriously, I ended up making my own kind of carmel, but fuck, that just doesn't make any sense, that recipe sucks ( I should have know, I got it from a design blog, but the pictures were just so nice).

Last night I was at the exact place at which I had first been introduced to Brooklyn. When I went to 750 grand to meet dianna and look at the loft space to rent I was weary of the neighborhood but when I got to the building, was no longer. The fourth floor apartment with 14-foot ceilings, a sky light and the best roof known to brooklyn was a keeper and we took it (seriously walked straight to the rental office and took it).

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So spurned my obsession with Brooklyn that has since, spiraled out of control, in a good way. Five years later, almost exactly to the day, dianna and I moved into 750 grand the 1^st of august 2003, I went to a party last night on the 3^rd floor… was a little teary as I crept away from the party for a moment of peace on the roof that I had once danced, belted out songs, had sex on and loved for my time in the building; it was glorious.

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I guess to say even I though I moved to new york in march of 2003, august is the month I fell in love with, got settled in and started to be a new Yorker. A year after my Brooklyn debut I started what was to last three and a half years of a partnership at which would set me back, teach me more than I could have ever known, and Monday, I will celebrate being rid of it and the happiest without, four years later.

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Enjoy your august and don't eat too many honey roasted peanuts. And I know it's a strange this to say, but when I was a little girl visiting san diego to go to Disneyland, I was so happy about the hotel mini fridge, as all young kids are when they see their first mini bar fridge with all its delight. I ate an entire canister of honey roasted peanuts. They were so good, oily, salty but sweet and I had a bit of a problem when we got to the 5-star restaurant. Unfortunately, right after we sat down, vomited all over the bathroom while my poor mother cleaned. The moral of the story is: honey roasted peanuts, not good for you; I'm eating some now, but not a canister and they don't taste as good as they did when I was young, so, just don't do it…

I played my first sober kickball game and it was damn awesome, then, the worst fucking thing happened. If you know about any of the falls, slides, aggressive shit that I've gotten messed up doing you'll laugh to know that I fucking slipped on a TWIG, two inches long, nothing happened and my left foot is still swollen to double it's size for my first day of work. That makes two different consulting positions that have been introduced to me as a gimp, and then as the product of domestic abuse; will it ever stop?