Wow.
So its been almost two whole months since an update. I feel like that's justified. You might think its going to be a monster update. You would be mistaken for two reasons. One: I have to go work out and its something im incredibly dedicated to right now, and time is money. Two: I donthave nearly enough time to transfer the photos I have that are relevant from my BB since I have to email everything, and the new ACTUAL camera I have been using with fantastic pictures on it doesnt have the cord i need to connect it. I stumbled upon it since coming to Laguna and my lovely GF Julie and I have been using it to document our adventures together, since this has developed into a 3 entity couch-surfing adventure... but with actual beds now. Anyway, you'll have to wait for the photos.
For now, text, information, and storytelling.
I truly wish I had stayed more diligent with updates so I could include more detail. in the interest of economy I guess I will have to gloss over some great stories.. but who knows perhaps late at night the elves will work to fill in the blanks. We'll see.
When last I posted, June and I were still in the East Village. OMG I CANT BELIEVE THIS. Im so behind I meant to dedicate the next post completely to moving to couch #3!!!! Its was crazy. I have photos and everything. Oh well, Ill have to write a retro-grade post later.
Skipping to the big plot points: Clifton and I finished rehearsing the show for ArsNova. I think it was the same day we had our final rehearsal that June and I moved from the East Village to WAY back uptown close to my actual hood to stay with our friend Jason, and couch #3. Jason and his lovely lady Sam are amazing. They had a whole room and BED (repeat BED) for June and I, which makes sense since they are expecting sometime next year, and gave me the best sleep I had in weeks. That week was very chill. Cliff was in Chicago being awesome doing a reading, and I chilled for the most part. We might have had our last rehearsal a few days after I moved to #3, but its fuzzy now. Anyway, it was great, and Jason became employed helping us out on our show as well playing piano. That week flew by, and Clifton came back from Chicago, we did the show at NYU for our preview audience and had a blast. After a lovely after party at the bar or our choice, he flew off to Chicago, and I came to chill again. At one point early in the stay at Jason's, June got scared and clawed uncle Jason quite badly...
all was remedied though with some Magnolia cupcakes June bought for Sam and Jason. She is such a thoughtful kitty. Its the least she could do after the blades of fury incident.
After the wonderful time there, it was finally time for June to take a trip on an airplane. Again, that is a whole other story, but we got all packed up, and shed everything but the necessary items for our journey west, boarded the plane without too much trouble, and slept/ate McDonald's all the way to Chicago, IL. There, my family picked me up and we spent a lovely week in Clinton, IA with the Villas, who now miss having a furry friend in their midst, and visiting old friends. My brother Ryan and I made it into Chicago to see Julie's show there at the Northlight theater. It was GREAT, of course. Jules flew home for a few days after the show as over there, and then on to CA where I met her at the end of the week. Other exciting things that happened in IA included sampling the local pubs, hanging with one of my best friends Erin, and her bro Casey, celebrating Halloween in a mid-west gay bar with some friends.... I didn't know those bars existed in the mid-west complete with drag queens, and finally teaching a Contact Improv Dance master class at a local studio outside of Clinton.
Finally came the time for June and I to embark West again, and this time we flew from Chicago to lovely sunny California! Upon our arrival, Julie picked us up, and June was thrilled and delighted to be re-united with her Mama again. We sped down from Burbank, got tacos, kitty litter, a box, and some cat food, and found our new home in La Mirada. June quickly sang some modified lyrics from Mama Julie's show: "Poooooor Ja-runiper Kitty.... has to bear the brundt of it alllllll! Poooooor Ja-runiper Kitty.... the only kitty in the Residence Inn! " We laughed and mewed a bit. June loved it there, and we came to enjoy it as well. The run La Mirada was a flurry of Elephant Bar cocktails, fish tacos (fush tucas), hairballs, shows, yummy restaurants (Ketchup on the strip in Hollywood Sunset Blvd.), Personal Training (where I met George and became obsessed with working out... in a good way), room service (SO NICE), free beer, and Knott's Berry Farm! June stayed clear of the roller coasters. She said cats were more attuned to the tea-cup rides.
Finally, the day of close for the show came in La Mirada and we said goodbye to our new friends at the In-and Out burger, and made our way down the coast to Laguna Beach.
Its cold here, but not NEARLY as cold as NYC ( haha suckaaaahhhhssss), so we are happy. We love the shops and the streets here, and the beach view is amazing. Our place has big lighted windows that keeps June busy all day. We are having a great time here, and we are so happy to be together surfing couches, beds, or waves or all three in the same day. Opening night was last night for the show, and everyone should see it. Its fantastic.
When it's sunny we hit the beach, play frisbee, explore the tide pools, or go hiking. When its crappy, we eat, watch TV, work out and play/write music. June mostly sleeps, sniffs the mini Christmas tree, or dreams about snatching birds out the window... just for fun (meeeeeooow).
Work out time, then a birthday party. Details later perhaps. See you soon, from a couch on the west-coast.
Z, June, and J McB.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
"Yes, we are in Laguna Beach."
Sand+Kitty= SandKitty.
There is so much to tell that the feeble Wifi connection at the beach-side Starbucks cannot possibly handle. After much digital house-keeping, I am calling it a day here at the Laguna Starbucks, grabbing a cocktail and a chocolate covered banana with my girl, and then taking it back to the Apt. to finish updating on the epic known as INTO-THE-URBAN. I think 5 hours on the couch here is enough. The cat is awaiting our return, and I can finally update on everything that has taken place since my last move.
Stay Tuned.
There is so much to tell that the feeble Wifi connection at the beach-side Starbucks cannot possibly handle. After much digital house-keeping, I am calling it a day here at the Laguna Starbucks, grabbing a cocktail and a chocolate covered banana with my girl, and then taking it back to the Apt. to finish updating on the epic known as INTO-THE-URBAN. I think 5 hours on the couch here is enough. The cat is awaiting our return, and I can finally update on everything that has taken place since my last move.
Stay Tuned.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Pizza June
This is an update for the past couple of days. I love pizza. So does June. See below.
I had a fantastic day, I think it was Tues. A full day of rehearsal for my friend and collegues show. He wrote it while at NYU, and after Chatquaa tehater company picked it up for an engagment, he revised it, and submitted it to ArsNova for their (A)ll (N)ew (T)alent theater festival. It’s called “The Uni-VERSE Project” and it will go up at ArsNova on the evening of the 26th. Killer show that combines Rap, poetry, stroytelling, dance, music...essentially everyting... to tell a story about affirmation of the self. Great stuff, and you should check it out. He asked me to come on board as choreographer, and soon I became Associate Director for the production as well. There will be dress rehearsal/presentation on the eve of the 16th at NYU, so that is what we are gearing up for. Rehearsing with Cliff, (that’s his name, Clifton Duncan) makes up the majority of my day.
Anyway, yes monday was great, and after a full day of work on the show, I took the long subway ride back to couch #2 in the E. Village, the land of skinny jeans, all black, and denim rips. On the way, I took the L train crosstown, and somewhere around 14th st waiting in the station there was this fascinating man cutting paper ‘faces,’ of people, the way that one does while in kindergarten, and the teacher asks you to all make paper snowflakes for the family christmas tree. This guy would look at whoever he was ‘drawing’ and use his scissors to cut out the face, to reveal an incredibly accurate rendition of them when the paper was opened and flat. He asked me to model for him, which i did, and here is the result.
Now frankly, I think he made me look a little too ‘sylvester stallone’ to be the skinny mexican iowan kid that you all know and love, but hey I’d like to think my days at the gym recently have been paying off.... its better when you go and look at from a distance... go ahead, I’ll wait just walk away from your screen... thats it.
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This dude swore he was in the business of ‘paper faces’ for 50 years. In a very heavy chinese accent he just kept saying, “ you nice young man, you nice young man. You half-chinese? ohhhhh... Mexican. ok, oook. You model for me? 2 minutes, ok? ok? ok. You nice young man. I do this 50 year. YOU do anything 50 year? One thing 50 year? no? You nice young man.
After my adventure with this guy, who refused to let me take a picture of him, I finally made my way home. A block away from the couch, this guy chided me for carrying a Papa John’s pizza home. Half drunk, he said, “ hey man papa johns? really? come on! try the place across the street (Apizza)! Its way better man! I just said, dude, “this was got on a gift card. Thanks though.” He replied,” ahhh alright I understand. Promptly I went home and set it on the table.
June took a liking to it right away, being bold enogh to start to push it off the table as I sat less than a foot away from her and watched. I fed her, she calmed down.
I woke up the next morning to pizza at my feet.
Moral of the story: 'Never underestimate the power that Italian home-cooking has on the appetite of your furry companion.'
"Pizza... irresistible to both humans and pets since 1889. "
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pizza
Or, at least thats when the modern pizza was invented. Greeks new what was up a long time before.
Rehearsal all day today... and yes, I took three pieces of left-over pizza with me for lunch. They were on the floor. Don't judge me.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Columbus Day
Alright.
So, I am currently in that same cafe' downtown, spending countless minutes online... I figure this time I should fill in the blanks of the story.
By, now and due to my last post, you know that this blog is about my cat, me, and the chronicle of our adventures couch-surfing in NYC.
The first and most obvious question is, 'why are we couch-surfing?' Well, there are a myriad of reasons. I will let you wonder about most of them to make the story full of intrigue and mystique. In fact, maybe I will leave it incredibly vague: what you need to know is that for completely voluntary reasons, I and my cat June have found ourselves without an apartment for the next few months, but need to be in the NYC area for now for professional reasons. There. That answers that. If you want more info, you got it because you have my number and you called me saying, "Zach, what the H*ll you doin???," and then I told you.
The second, and much more interesting and immediate question (and the subject of this blog) is, "what happens while you surf couches in NYC, Zach?" Good question!!! Let me tell you!!!
I'll catch you up by telling you about my first departure, and couch #1, and wrap it all up by getting to this cafe' I'm sitting in.
When I knew I was going to be couch-surfing, I looked frantically online on Craigslist for a used back-pack that would suit my uses. I found it, for a very reasonable $40 from a lovely couple selling their packs that live in the West village. They had traveled the world and much of europe, including living on a Mediterranean fishing vessel for a few months. They lived this way using the pack I now own for a about 2 years. They now both work in finance, or computers, or something like that. Have a child or two, and live very happily in the West Village as a couple. The apartment was HUGE and gorgeous, as one might expect. They were fantastic, so Sara Lennox, thank you to you and your lovely husband. I hope that I can show your pack a little more of the world.
I packed FOREVER and finally managed to get my stuff together, and didn't go very far at all. I made my way to couch #1, staying with generous long time friend, Stella.
Here she is:
This is a picture of us at the senior dance when we were at Interlochen Arts Academy together. We go way back. Needless to say, her roommates Kendra and Kaetlin (kate) were fantastically generous to offer their home and couch to me for a very long time. They made me feel right at home, and their gigantic apt. was great for June to explore. She made herself right at home, and also made friends (or began to) with Annie, Kaet's resident house-cat. Here is Annie, and Kaet appearing courtesy of facebook.
June also found her way out the fire-escape one day and become well acquainted with how silly it is for kitties to climb up a flight outside in a rain-storm. Needless to say, she learned quickly and now uses a little more caution with stairs of any kind.
I joined a gym uptown as well, (Planet Fitness, highly recommended) and between the gym, the nightly guitar jams with Kendra and Kaet on harmonica, the late night after work 'spills' with Stella, and the Renaissance Fair in Fort Tryon park, we had a JOLLY old time.
While at aforementioned Renaissance Fair, I ate a turkey leg, watched a jousting competition, watched Robin Hood and his bandits brandish swords with the Sheriff, and I purchased a Nepal-ise curved field knife. (pics to come) It truly is a thing of beauty, and every traveler needs an all-purpose utility blade of
some sort. This particular one looks FANTASTIC with the hilt of it coming out of my backpack.
Here is me at the Ren Fair:
Also, if you know me, you know my AMAZING girl friend. She is the light of my life. Her name is Julie:
It's great to have a computer when you are couch-surfing, especially when your GF is far away. I spent much time at couch #1 on ichat with her as well, which was great because we could stay in touch. June is our duo-ownership/responsibility. We love her very much. We love each other very much. Julie and I, not the cat. Although the cat loves us both as well... and we love her. OK... moving on. :-)
The time came, mainly due to parental units visiting "The Carriage House" (which is what Stella Kendra and Kaet call their lovely abode), that I needed to move on. So, through a friend of a friend of a friend, I was able to find a SWEET pad to crash in in the famous East Village of NYC.
Couch #2 is owned by my new friend Aaron. I am not sure what he does for a living. He cracks me up. Great guy, who I met through Andi, my good Viola playing friend. We met a couple weeks ago, and the basis of our introduction was me trying to figure out his profession. He was clever, and I still don't know what he does. Probably will be a running joke with us. Ill let you know when I find out. Anyway, he offered his couch, and when I needed to move from "The Carriage House" I hit him up, and he was kind enough to offer his couch. #2 that is...
The photo from my previous post was me packing to leave uptown and come to his place. June meowed a lot, but upon arrival adjusted in 5 min. to her new settings. Observe:
She got settled in and the surroundings are quaint, and lovely. Best sleeping couch thus far.
Since being in the East Village, I have taken to Busking, which is also known as playing guitar on the street for cash. I've been to Union Square a few times now and done alright. I had a lovely day not too long ago where, after playing for a few hours, I met a duo of gentlemen inspired by Woody Guthrie to make their way across the country carrying everything they own on their backs, surviving by playing guitar and singing for cash on the street. They were the real deal, the down on the road blues-men, and these guys rocked. They played bluegrass tunes that were so simple and elegant. Lyrics: and I may paraphrase on this first one, "Lord, I know times is bad, but I refuse to be treated this way," set over a G, D and C chord. beautiful. another couple lyrics I identified with: "These 2 dollar shoes hurt my feet...These two dollar shoes hurt my feet." and, " Next time, 10 dollar shoes. At least the 10 dollar shoes, FIT my feet. At least the 10 dollar shoes FIT my feet. " These guys were amazing.
While watching, I met Gordo, a gentleman I didn't know was homeless at first, but he filled me in, and I finally realized the cart he was pushing was his livelihood, as he collected bottles and cans to turn into grocery stores for cash. He told me how he went from place to place collecting, and how after he was unhappy in school, he just walked away. Soon found himself in a shelter with a drug habit, and then walked away from that so he could be healthy. Now he is working with an agency that should place him in some real housing, and pay for everything til he gets on his feet. But, he refuses to go to the shelter again. I gathered that it was worse for him to be there, due to the environment that it exposed him to.
He went on to say this: I paraphrase: "You have to give to get. Everything with the people in my circle is a hustle. EVERYTHING. I mean EVERYTHING. So when I gave my boy a cell phone so he could stay in contact, he asked 'what's the catch?' and I said NO catch... just take it. Just take it. You have to give to get man. I don't starve. I don't. ( he was a large sort of guy...) I know where to find food and money... I don't ask, but if you give me something Ill take it. Give me that beer bottle, Ill give the beer to the guys, I don't drink or do nothing, but I give the beer to the guys, they love me for that, haha, and then I take that bottle to the store and claim it. ( he went on to give me recycling jargon that I doubt any NYC sanitation worker could recite with as much proficiency) I know where to find money. An officer gave me crap about searching in a garbage can, and I said officer i need the money. I said, 'officer can you give me 20 dollars right now? Cause then I can stop searching and picking up bottles for about 3 hours with a tip like that. Otherwise, Im going to take this bottle. I need to do it if you're not going to help me. I know where to find money, Ill go in the cans. Today, Im taking a break. A little 'mental hygiene' Do some normal stuff, walk around the park, talk to people, listen to some music (gesturing to the aforementioned bluegrass duo as he sang along...). Its good for me ya know? Everyone is in different places in their lives... wherever you are, you just have to be happy you know? My folks don't get it, they say our boy is homeless in New York, but you know what? IM HAPPY! Thats what matters most. Gotta have your head on straight, and your stuff together. That's what really matters. I'm happy. (He smiles.)
This man Gordo, has some things figured out.
That was a great day.
I met my friend Justin, appearing courtesy of facebook:
Later that night for a drink, and we talked about life. That might have been a different day, but this man is awesome. His friendship is unrivaled, and his Halo gaming skills are choice. I fear him with a pistol, or grenade launcher.
I played an open mic somewhere in there too, around the corner from couch #2 at a bar called 'Common Ground." Great place. Go. Guitar has indeed proved fruitful on the road, regardless of the extra lugging weight. Thanks Kendra, for making me get it before I left uptown.
Finally, COLUMBUS DAY!!!!!!!!!
After a couple auditions this morning, I walked into the parade and met this guy:
Not really... But his outfit is dope. He is leading the NYC sanitation dept's 'Drums and Pipes" brigade in the Columbus day parade. Here are some other sights;
Sorry random people if you don't like being online... You are now. The man who took the picture of me is Ray, the doorman at Buchwald. Ray is the man. Lives in Philly, and commutes 4 hours every day. Spanish man. Totally cool, and took a great sideways picture of me. His birthday is on the 16th of march. The day before mine. Pretty cool. We had a laugh about that.
Well, that's it. You know most everything. I hope to update more often, daily if possible, to keep you updated on the adventures of June and I. She slept most of today and loved every minute of it. Time to get out the laser pointer and make her tired as I am from walking all day.
Now, I have some notes to type up, and taxes to finish. Seeing as its not even Columbus Day anymore, I hope you enjoy the pictures, and consider them a great re-cap to celebrating the day that a European guy found America and started the New World... although he probably cherry picked it from the first Native Americans, or the Vikings (http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100214203639AAm9fLF)
YOU DECIDE.
Happy Tramping.
So, I am currently in that same cafe' downtown, spending countless minutes online... I figure this time I should fill in the blanks of the story.
By, now and due to my last post, you know that this blog is about my cat, me, and the chronicle of our adventures couch-surfing in NYC.
The first and most obvious question is, 'why are we couch-surfing?' Well, there are a myriad of reasons. I will let you wonder about most of them to make the story full of intrigue and mystique. In fact, maybe I will leave it incredibly vague: what you need to know is that for completely voluntary reasons, I and my cat June have found ourselves without an apartment for the next few months, but need to be in the NYC area for now for professional reasons. There. That answers that. If you want more info, you got it because you have my number and you called me saying, "Zach, what the H*ll you doin???," and then I told you.
The second, and much more interesting and immediate question (and the subject of this blog) is, "what happens while you surf couches in NYC, Zach?" Good question!!! Let me tell you!!!
I'll catch you up by telling you about my first departure, and couch #1, and wrap it all up by getting to this cafe' I'm sitting in.
When I knew I was going to be couch-surfing, I looked frantically online on Craigslist for a used back-pack that would suit my uses. I found it, for a very reasonable $40 from a lovely couple selling their packs that live in the West village. They had traveled the world and much of europe, including living on a Mediterranean fishing vessel for a few months. They lived this way using the pack I now own for a about 2 years. They now both work in finance, or computers, or something like that. Have a child or two, and live very happily in the West Village as a couple. The apartment was HUGE and gorgeous, as one might expect. They were fantastic, so Sara Lennox, thank you to you and your lovely husband. I hope that I can show your pack a little more of the world.
I packed FOREVER and finally managed to get my stuff together, and didn't go very far at all. I made my way to couch #1, staying with generous long time friend, Stella.
Here she is:
This is a picture of us at the senior dance when we were at Interlochen Arts Academy together. We go way back. Needless to say, her roommates Kendra and Kaetlin (kate) were fantastically generous to offer their home and couch to me for a very long time. They made me feel right at home, and their gigantic apt. was great for June to explore. She made herself right at home, and also made friends (or began to) with Annie, Kaet's resident house-cat. Here is Annie, and Kaet appearing courtesy of facebook.
June also found her way out the fire-escape one day and become well acquainted with how silly it is for kitties to climb up a flight outside in a rain-storm. Needless to say, she learned quickly and now uses a little more caution with stairs of any kind.
I joined a gym uptown as well, (Planet Fitness, highly recommended) and between the gym, the nightly guitar jams with Kendra and Kaet on harmonica, the late night after work 'spills' with Stella, and the Renaissance Fair in Fort Tryon park, we had a JOLLY old time.
While at aforementioned Renaissance Fair, I ate a turkey leg, watched a jousting competition, watched Robin Hood and his bandits brandish swords with the Sheriff, and I purchased a Nepal-ise curved field knife. (pics to come) It truly is a thing of beauty, and every traveler needs an all-purpose utility blade of
some sort. This particular one looks FANTASTIC with the hilt of it coming out of my backpack.
Here is me at the Ren Fair:
Also, if you know me, you know my AMAZING girl friend. She is the light of my life. Her name is Julie:
It's great to have a computer when you are couch-surfing, especially when your GF is far away. I spent much time at couch #1 on ichat with her as well, which was great because we could stay in touch. June is our duo-ownership/responsibility. We love her very much. We love each other very much. Julie and I, not the cat. Although the cat loves us both as well... and we love her. OK... moving on. :-)
The time came, mainly due to parental units visiting "The Carriage House" (which is what Stella Kendra and Kaet call their lovely abode), that I needed to move on. So, through a friend of a friend of a friend, I was able to find a SWEET pad to crash in in the famous East Village of NYC.
Couch #2 is owned by my new friend Aaron. I am not sure what he does for a living. He cracks me up. Great guy, who I met through Andi, my good Viola playing friend. We met a couple weeks ago, and the basis of our introduction was me trying to figure out his profession. He was clever, and I still don't know what he does. Probably will be a running joke with us. Ill let you know when I find out. Anyway, he offered his couch, and when I needed to move from "The Carriage House" I hit him up, and he was kind enough to offer his couch. #2 that is...
The photo from my previous post was me packing to leave uptown and come to his place. June meowed a lot, but upon arrival adjusted in 5 min. to her new settings. Observe:
She got settled in and the surroundings are quaint, and lovely. Best sleeping couch thus far.
Since being in the East Village, I have taken to Busking, which is also known as playing guitar on the street for cash. I've been to Union Square a few times now and done alright. I had a lovely day not too long ago where, after playing for a few hours, I met a duo of gentlemen inspired by Woody Guthrie to make their way across the country carrying everything they own on their backs, surviving by playing guitar and singing for cash on the street. They were the real deal, the down on the road blues-men, and these guys rocked. They played bluegrass tunes that were so simple and elegant. Lyrics: and I may paraphrase on this first one, "Lord, I know times is bad, but I refuse to be treated this way," set over a G, D and C chord. beautiful. another couple lyrics I identified with: "These 2 dollar shoes hurt my feet...These two dollar shoes hurt my feet." and, " Next time, 10 dollar shoes. At least the 10 dollar shoes, FIT my feet. At least the 10 dollar shoes FIT my feet. " These guys were amazing.
While watching, I met Gordo, a gentleman I didn't know was homeless at first, but he filled me in, and I finally realized the cart he was pushing was his livelihood, as he collected bottles and cans to turn into grocery stores for cash. He told me how he went from place to place collecting, and how after he was unhappy in school, he just walked away. Soon found himself in a shelter with a drug habit, and then walked away from that so he could be healthy. Now he is working with an agency that should place him in some real housing, and pay for everything til he gets on his feet. But, he refuses to go to the shelter again. I gathered that it was worse for him to be there, due to the environment that it exposed him to.
He went on to say this: I paraphrase: "You have to give to get. Everything with the people in my circle is a hustle. EVERYTHING. I mean EVERYTHING. So when I gave my boy a cell phone so he could stay in contact, he asked 'what's the catch?' and I said NO catch... just take it. Just take it. You have to give to get man. I don't starve. I don't. ( he was a large sort of guy...) I know where to find food and money... I don't ask, but if you give me something Ill take it. Give me that beer bottle, Ill give the beer to the guys, I don't drink or do nothing, but I give the beer to the guys, they love me for that, haha, and then I take that bottle to the store and claim it. ( he went on to give me recycling jargon that I doubt any NYC sanitation worker could recite with as much proficiency) I know where to find money. An officer gave me crap about searching in a garbage can, and I said officer i need the money. I said, 'officer can you give me 20 dollars right now? Cause then I can stop searching and picking up bottles for about 3 hours with a tip like that. Otherwise, Im going to take this bottle. I need to do it if you're not going to help me. I know where to find money, Ill go in the cans. Today, Im taking a break. A little 'mental hygiene' Do some normal stuff, walk around the park, talk to people, listen to some music (gesturing to the aforementioned bluegrass duo as he sang along...). Its good for me ya know? Everyone is in different places in their lives... wherever you are, you just have to be happy you know? My folks don't get it, they say our boy is homeless in New York, but you know what? IM HAPPY! Thats what matters most. Gotta have your head on straight, and your stuff together. That's what really matters. I'm happy. (He smiles.)
This man Gordo, has some things figured out.
That was a great day.
I met my friend Justin, appearing courtesy of facebook:
I played an open mic somewhere in there too, around the corner from couch #2 at a bar called 'Common Ground." Great place. Go. Guitar has indeed proved fruitful on the road, regardless of the extra lugging weight. Thanks Kendra, for making me get it before I left uptown.
Finally, COLUMBUS DAY!!!!!!!!!
After a couple auditions this morning, I walked into the parade and met this guy:
Sorry random people if you don't like being online... You are now. The man who took the picture of me is Ray, the doorman at Buchwald. Ray is the man. Lives in Philly, and commutes 4 hours every day. Spanish man. Totally cool, and took a great sideways picture of me. His birthday is on the 16th of march. The day before mine. Pretty cool. We had a laugh about that.
Well, that's it. You know most everything. I hope to update more often, daily if possible, to keep you updated on the adventures of June and I. She slept most of today and loved every minute of it. Time to get out the laser pointer and make her tired as I am from walking all day.
Now, I have some notes to type up, and taxes to finish. Seeing as its not even Columbus Day anymore, I hope you enjoy the pictures, and consider them a great re-cap to celebrating the day that a European guy found America and started the New World... although he probably cherry picked it from the first Native Americans, or the Vikings (http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100214203639AAm9fLF)
YOU DECIDE.
Happy Tramping.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Dramatis Personae
Like any good play, the characters must be introduced. Considering I have already wasted most of my day (or rather not wasted but used) at a cafe in Alphabet City using their free WiFi, I cannot write the first act. I can however show you the Dramatis Personae:
First, there's me. Zach. Hi. That's me with the giant pack in a laundry mat last night at 1 AM desperately trying to clean all my laundry and pack it quickly so I could re-locate to couch #2 on this crazy adventure. As stated, story and circumstances to come later.
Second, there's June. My traveling companion and 'super-tramp' super-cat. She is stalwartly and up for adventure, wether it be knocking a fly out of mid-air, or mastering the art of climbing fire-escapes (as demonstrated at our last couch-of-residence in Inwood), she will jump fool-heartedly ahead on the trail.
Which is a good trait for a cat to have. Especially a couch-surfing cat.
This is the story of a man and his cat hitting the road. Read along as we travel the country and NYC, exploring the ins and outs of urban life and the urban-underground.
Now, seriously, I have some errands to do and a gym to get to.
Cheers mates, and happy-tramping.
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