Archive for July, 2008

A List of Feelings

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Things I Miss about Chicago
• Ma Sweet and Lynn
• Phallic Skyline Views
• Hoyne St. and Ralphie the Cat
• Portillo’s
• Nobody dresses up
• Little D and Flo Glo

Things I Don’t Miss about Chicago
• Deli deficiency
• Decrepit trains
• Blue bag recycling/not recycling
• Sensible walking shoes and hefty waistlines
• Nobody dresses up
• 791 miles from ma petite FreetZ

PS. How do I make two columns? Sean? / jec? The internet is hard.

Update: Omg 2 columns. Thank you JCowp.

Things I Miss about Chicago
• Ma Sweet and Lynn
• Phallic Skyline Views
• Hoyne St. and Ralphie the Cat
• Portillo’s
• Nobody dresses up
• Little D and Flo Glo
Things I Don’t Miss about Chicago
• Deli deficiency
• Decrepit trains
• Blue bag recycling/not recycling
• Sensible walking shoes and hefty waistlines
• Nobody dresses up
• 791 miles from ma petite FreetZ

Wella Look at This

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Who’s in? I’ll tell you. I am.

Applications for a parking space are due Aug 8. To apply and be considered for a $200 mini-grant, or to learn more about the project, click here.

Chica-go-go-go

Monday, July 28th, 2008

Hahahha omg I almost missed my flight. The kiosk refused to check me in for my 8am because it was 7:25am and I was too late. The next flight wasn’t for 7 hours so, naturally, my first reaction was to panic and then cry. Apparently this kind of behavior (my low cut shirt) evokes sympathy from lonely American Airlines employees because it was 7:45am and I suddenly found myself with a ticket and jogging through 1st class, red-carpeted security. The last security officer looked at my ID…. then looked at my ticket, then back at my ID. He slowly handed back my ticket and said, You’re Gate 34. You have a 10 minute run. Nbd. I work out. I mean, not at the gym recently, mostly on my bike in the park because I can get exercise while also bronzing my back and smiling at any disinterested bearded bikers. And when I made it, the most amazing thing happened. I was so panicked to make the flight that I totally forgot to panic ON the flight. And just like that, my usual heart palpitations and need for a drug induced coma was gone. Instead, I spent the rest of the flight reading for Ma Sweet’s book club in Michigan that afternoon. Flight – panic – drugs = productive! Unfortunately I didn’t have the time to set up a tri-pod ahead of time and get any shots of my horribly awkward run through JFK. So instead, I’m going to conclude this post with a shot of Scott in Michigan picking blueberries and looking like a lesbian.

Scott looks like a lesbian

See more non-lesbian photos here.

Brass Monkey and Bollards

Friday, July 25th, 2008

Peter, Fritchey, and I attended Mald’s 25th birthday party last night at Brass Monkey. Naturally she looked fantastic and flawless in her element. The three of us, on the other hand, felt like anxious parents worried about how our bikes were faring without us in the Brooklyn ‘burbs. I don’t understand, I kept saying. Why do we not blend? For one, Peter brought his backpack, which was filled with climate change brochures, protein snacks and insecurities. The real highlight of the evening though was running into the Meatpacking District’s Gansevoort Plaza , which Project for Public Spaces recently transformed into a public space. That little orb type situation is called a bollard. It does not in fact glow. It’s more likely just a reflection of our shining personalities.

Orb

I was hesitant to post this photo because it is not my best from the evening. And when I say not my best I mean it’s not the best photo of me. While that’s usually my priority here, I’m going to take the back seat to Peter here, who has done a really terrific job of looking as adolescent and angry as possible. He’s also single, sort of. So. Watch out.

See more photos.

Millionaire Cameras and Contramano

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

Last night Sean and I ate po boys and talked about an untitled documentary project. He just bought a million dollar camera and so we took photos of each other. Self-involved, even post divorce. Then we went to GrzlStr’s concert. Sean’s roommate, Grant, a nice fellow from suburban Pennsylvania, is now a bassist in a MySpace Latino sponsored ensemble. Here are some shots that Sean took with his better-than-mine camera. It’s easy to win when you have money.

Sean

Peppers

Contramano

See more photos at Sean’s Flickr.

One Biker’s Fury

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

This is a little bit dramatic, no? But really, trucks are always blocking the bike lanes on 9th St. in Park Slope. Once I passed a cop staring at one of their license plates and I said, are you giving him a ticket? And she said.. Mmhmm, every last one of them. I yelled thank you! and did a couple of fist pumps in the air. Remembering that just gave me second hand embarrassment.

Nice Work

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

“Chicago was too livable, clean, and easy-going, so Alexandra Sweet moved to NYC in October to pursue her career in post-production and filmmaking so she can become rich and famous. She’s living with Sarah Fritchey.” Hamilton College – Alumni Review Summer 2008

Update:

“Plagued by an irrational urge to move every two years, in addition to Sean Tice’s millionaire job offer, Alexandra Sweet left Chicago for NYC on her 25th birthday to continue her Quarter Life Crisis by quitting all of her post-production jobs/film-making fame connections in order to ride her bike and blog about her feelings. Wealth and fame should follow shortly. She and Sarah Fritchey recently announced their engagement.”

Listen to This: Grizzly Bear

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

cassette

Ok nbd, but I added a new song to the top of my muxtape because I had been listening to it on repeat on somebody else’s muxtape and I wanted it for myself for long bike rides in Prospect Park and general self-reflection. Thus, after a minute and a half of google-sleuthing, I have found it. Apparently it’s not available for purchase because it is a radio recording, but fortunately for us, some sneaky radio intern leaked it onto the interweb. So. Take a listen.

Doctuhs and Urban Foragings: Update

Monday, July 21st, 2008

In case nobody reads the comments (hahahahahaha):

  1. Freetsey Says:
    Footnote: The night ended rather unfortunately, as Freetsey, mentally plagued with lofting stories of Renee Richards and 3 year old transsexuals, returned home too late to eat ham and pineapple atop o cheese and bread. She was sorry, o so sorry. Falling asleep that night, having said little during or after the movie she thought: ‘it is too hot for love. But never too late. Just like pizza dinners.’

Hostile Dorks and Triangles

Monday, July 21st, 2008

My computer has been going through what I can only assume is technical menopause. It is fickle and overheating. I took it to Tekserve in Manhattan today and waited in line until I was summoned. “It’s overheating and losing power!” I told the hostile dork who had difficulty making eye contact. He removed the battery, shook it, then put it back in. The computer started right up. What just happened there when you did that and took the battery out? I asked when he sat there for a good two minutes in silence without making eye contact. Patience, he replied. Really? Do you really want to be condescending to me right now? Then the computer fell asleep/died and I felt like I won a little bit. So he gave me a new battery and a new charger and charged me $200. I was so overwhelmed with joy, resentment, and unemployment that I decided it was a perfect time for Peter to buy me an iced-tea and then go bikini shopping.

I don’t have photos, so I’ll go ahead and draw a detailed representation of what I saw at all the bikini stores:

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