Kiddie corner

One of my resolutions was to get back in touch with my crafty side. I decided I needed to spend less face time with my computer and invest back into my imagination. 

                                                                                                                                                                     

Last week I took a class at Butterlane cupcakes in the East Village and  accomplished the above thanks to skilled bakers. I can own a mean grill, but I like to stay far far away from baking thanks to my lack of patience of putting ingredients in a certain order and what not. You can tell this lot is mine because of the lack of tact in icing. Who cares how perfectly it's iced on when it still tastes delicious!

And this doodle? This was an attempt at hand-sewing a "technology-case" for Soraya. Apparently, it actually fits and has yet to fall apart!

Here's to good ole' fashion arts & crafts

On the road again

Borrowing Jack Kerouac's method from On the Road, write a fictional story in the form of a long letter to a friend. Choose someone you know well, but also be sure to choose a person who has no knowledge of the setting or plot of your story (so you don't take any details for granted).


The other day I was offered a seemingly perfect job opportunity. Catch is, it's back in Pennsylvania. Not that there is anything distinctively wrong with good ole PA, but if you remember anything at all, I'm sure you'll remember the three years I spent in misery back there. Ignorance, blind arrogance, and sheer loneliness until I met up with my friend, red wine. 


At this point, I seem to have forgotten the majority of tragic events I participated in back there out of necessity for my own well-being. Though every so often you seem to remind me of the sheer desperation I lived through. So here I am, making list after list of pros & cons about what to do. I won't bore you with the intricacies of this versus that.


My biggest indecision comes from whether I'm brave enough to delve back into an environment that still holds a haunting memory over me. Should I give up the big city that I've always dreamed about to move back to a podunk lifestyle? If I did, would that mean I've given up this dream? Or is it that I lived it enough to experience something else (and relatively stable).


Not much of an exciting story, but in it's essence it is the story of my life. This versus that: past versus present and fear versus opportunity.......


Yours Truly,