To the Brooklyn waterfront for the wedding celebration of English-import friends Craig and Lisa. Married today, the two are surrounded by friends, many from across the ocean.
Cupcakes and white-guy dancing highlight the evening. And that Manhattan skyline isn’t bad.
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The final day in Chicago, I find myself, as I often do, roaming the streets of a foreign city with little goal or intention, save to photograph the geometric randomness observed in the unity of sun and stone and glass. Chicago is suitable for such a charge.
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At the FUSE Conference. Here are the photos I snapped in my awkward, paparazzi-esque moment.
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In a revival of the absurd endeavor of 2008, I ventured out to Queens to appear on the Keith and The Girl show, as a guest on their marathon, record-breaking, podcast. Last time, it was 74 hours. This time, 76. I spent a tidy 3 on mic, and a few more in the house just supporting folks and providing bagels.
The whole point was to promote their new book, What Do We Do Now?, which I have bought but not yet read. You should do the same.
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Seriously, is it ever not Fashion Week? Brittany modeling again, and invited me to watch. And off they go.
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After sleeping at Brittany’s house, I wonder home to Jersey City on so many different trains. The snowfall on the Gravers station made a lovely moment for me, the lone awaiting passenger, to snap a few photos. It’s a shame that station house has been closed and mothballed, it’s a great piece of architecture.
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Jason, Miriam, and Scott, reunited.
As I do, I have returned to Drexel so I may watch my younger, bendier, gracefuller successors in the Dance Ensemble perform their twice-annual concert. Many alumni attend, not only to enjoy the show itself, but to show solidarity for the present crop of dancers.
This time around, James, Diane, and other alumni organised a bit of an after party for some gracious alumni to meet, mingle, eat greasy food, and talk about when we were young and agile. Photos and inside jokes were shared.
The night was fun. Got to see a few of the girls I danced with (and occasionally bled with). Got to briefly chat with Miriam, head of the dance department and very much a mentor to me at Drexel (and one-time victim of a Fruedian slip when I called her “mum”). Jason, my fellow male dancer turned up. Later in the night I stayed at Brittany’s. Good times. And yet I only snapped the one photo.
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Usually, I ignore subway performers, and dismiss them as a noisy interruption of my already noisy sequence of interruptions on my commute. But when two white boys with violins roll up, I think it’s worthy of removing my headphones. Very nice.
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After an exhausting week, I stepped out with Craig and Lisa to the grand re-opening of Tower Records for the Never Can Say Goodbye event, hosted by No Longer Empty, an arts advocacy group that revamps abandoned and closed spaces, often with an artsy twist.
Got to see old Drexel pals Naomi (who helped organise the event) and Sarah, with whom I used to dance.
While packed, the evening did show off some interesting music-themed artwork. Good stuff.
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The rugby team, that is. Made the long, cold journey to the Upper East Side for a night of music and comedy. A team fundraiser/bonding experience. Even after all this time, it’s odd to see the fellas dressed in street clothes. Like when I was a lifeguard, or on the dance ensemble. The phrase “I’m not used to seeing you with clothes on” is thrown around, and yes, it has gotten awkward at times.
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