THE BEST SNACK

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

THANK YOU, Karina, for this, the epitome of all Snacks.

You Win Snacks, You Lose Snacks. But Mostly, You Win Snacks.

I am really craving mac and cheese right now, but I don't much feel like walking to the deli. So. Ramen it is today.

I've been hard-pressed to find time to write about my own little foibles as I've attempted more and more to channel "writing time" into my writing of various fictional accounts! But I had a little breakthrough yesterday with my film scriptie and now I am timid to get back to it lest I find that my hand is stifled! And also I had a great day yesterday which I will share with you now.

I went to the Met to meet up with some friends around 7; we wanted to catch a few exhibits that were on their way out after this weekend, and I hadn't left Brooklyn since Tuesday due to a weird little stomach bug that left me couchridden with movies like


The Invention of Lying


A Room with a View


How I Got Into College


Harriet the Spy

so I got all dolled up, lace and lipstick in the style of many painted ladies, and took the rush hour train uptown. The Met is beautiful in the evening, when the big skylights can't compete with that affectatious Museum Lighting. Everything gets mad dramatic.

So I'm wandering around, looking for Karina/Taylor/R-Mard and who do I see but good ole' Nicky, bartender extraordinaire, taking a tour of the Picasso with his famiglia. It's easy to forget that Manhattan is two zillion people crammed into ten miles, and often you'll find familiar faces in odd places. I find my friends and we all bounce around, positing about crazy people that may or mayn't spit on Famous Artworks, reminiscing on that girl that fell onto The Actor, and pausing for pictures of the terracotta Face of Jacqueline. Then, a farewell to my incidental bartender bump-in and a hello to the American Woman exhibition, which is CLOTHES THROUGH THE AGES. I freaked.





Great. Then, that hipsters and handballs photography exhibit, which we chose to view because the name rings true to our interests. Then hello to dear Scoville! And some statues in that Grand Hallway. One of my favorite games is to vocalize the noises the statues' mouths were making when they were frozen in stone (that's how all the statues are made, duh). It's almost as fun as making up titles to Neil LaBute plays.



These are the Stories of Our Lives

We Once Did What We Do Now

Beethoven, or Someone Like Him

Once Upon A Time, It All Went Down

We sat on the steps after the museum closed and decided to walk through the park until they kicked us out. But hold that thought! Because here comes an empty limo who offers us a cheap ass ride back to Bushwick. So yeah. We do that instead. We go down the FDR and I look out on Roosevelt Island and that creepy TB Hospital, we roll down windows holding champagne glasses full of sprite, smokin ciggies (I smoked half of one to get the Full Experience), listening to very loud Classical Music or whatever is playing on Delilah. Pitstop at the Opera House, where we pick up Solari and Ellie, who bring us some Brasilian rum to mix with our provided Coca Cola. Five minutes more to Castlebraid. Nary does Bushwick see such style.

There was a rooftop CD release party for a great band. There is a girl who plays the violin in it, and maybe, I decide, I'll do that too. They're building a hammock space on my roof, and someone was giving away free salad. I ate that. Enter lovely Neisler! We all went down to my apartment, freestyled a bit, walked to the Opera House, and I fell asleep on the couch under the guise that I was taking a short nap. Everyone always knows it's the end for me when I decide to take a short nap. Even I know. But I do it anyway, and everybody lets me. And that's why them nap-letters are my truest, bluest friends.

I wrote this play recently that's going up as part of a short play festival that Fresh Ground Pepper is doing, called James Franco Brings the Light of God to the Linguistics Department at the University of Buffalo. I've been 'sessin' (an abbreve for "obsessing," entre it in the record!), yeah I've been sessin over James Franco since I read that New York Magazine article about him. Because he does everything he wants to. Like take a picture with a bear head, you know, 'cause. And also get like 8 masters degrees and stuff.



I've taken it to heart by deciding to do everything I want to.

For example, I'm moving to Paris, France for a month to make a bit of my screenplay. I'm going to let people read it and want to make it. And also Mary Wulihaus and I will be documenteering our visit so that people can want to make the whole process happen more often. I need to refluent my French and learn more about cameras. So I'm doing that too. And people are going to come and stay in our letted flat. All of it excites me. It will take money, which I'm saving, and Balls, which I have decided that I have.

I am going to apply those Balls to other things I want to do in the future. If I want to write a novel or novella or chapter book about this really magical day I had at my work the other day ("The ass is the best part"), if I want to start a gypsy folking edward sharpian band with whoever else wants to, if I want to write a musical with required really ugly dances or take off work to workshop plays in hilarious parts of Tisch with dear old Johnny K, if I want to ride more ferries and eat more Rockaway Tacos and make brooches a more permanent part of my existence, I probably will. If I see a piece of furniture on the street that I want to pick up, like that white wooden cabinet with the molding and the glass panels I saw on Bushwick Avenue, I probably won't pick it up because of the bed bug thing. But I will definitely note it down, remember it, and have someone build it for me later. Or I'll learn how to build it myself.

OK Snack

Warpin tiiiiime

this is what i do snack

Om Snacky Me

Went to Govvie's Island to check me out some Edward Sharpe and de Magnetic Zeros last night. The wind was a blowin, the trumpet was blowin, my mind was blow'n! What a lovely lovely band of marauders. The last song went like, Alex came to the middle of the audience, he had us all sit down, and he played "Brother." What a man what a man what a mighty good man. And Jade? The goodest of women. I want to be her in life, or for Halloween

(which I will be spending in France this year...perhaps all meaning will be lost)

Snack Happy

Hello.

I find my inspirations to be all over the place these days. What's on my mind? Well, plenty.















(I choose to remember the good times)

HOLLA

HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA

Paul Snack

I feel weird because I just found a ticket to Paul McCartney in Philadelphia but I let the time expire because I didn't have enough money/ it was only one ticket with a side view/ it's in Philadelphia which is not where I am/ on August 14th. But I let it go. Hm. Someday, I will see you, Paul McCartney. And you won't see me (you won't see me).

Snackcitement

I love how this weekend I'm choosing between Grizzly Bear/Band of Horses/Karen Elson and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and Our Town and the opening weekend of Ideal (starring/directed/designed by all of my friends) and Long Beach and Red and Toy Story 3 and My Cousin, the Emperor at the WNYC Battle of the Bands, and I just saw Next Fall and Bright Star and finished reading A Farewell to Arms, which is maybe the perfect book, and maybe I'll watch Moon and buy my ticket to Paris, and start on my new movie and do revising on my old one and start my new play and new musical and do revising on my old play and I don't have an old musical, and also maybe I'll ride my bike.

On To the Next Snack

Snackanada

O, CANADA

Self-Interview Snack

Perfect Snack

What's with all these perfect games???





Perfection must be in the air this season. Well. Then there's this:



This is the stuff of pure HUMANITY. Jim Joyce realizes the error of his call.

Other perfect things:

The Perfect Storm


The Perfect Fan


The Perfect Score


Practically Perfect in Every Way


"Lucas, is it true you committed the perfect crime?"
"Not entirely perfect."

Sup Snack

Ah yes. Drinkin coffee, drinkin tea, drinkin jus du cranberry. Noodles for breakfast, grilled cheese for lunch. Lookin up flights to Paris. Makin a list of shows to see and shows I've seen. Singin songs. Settlin debts. Printin out important papers. Gettin ready for work. Regardin bananas. Fixin the seat on my bike. Ponderin showtimes for Micmacs.

Suns Snack

My love for the Suns far surpasses my hatred for the Lakers. Thus, instead of harping on a loss, I will choose tonight to celebrate my team- a team in the truest sense of the word. They play with passion and love for one another and for the game. They are very inspiring to watch. And I would go on dates with all of them. Here's to my Phoenix Suns.

Slovenian Boyfriend Snack II

With a special guest appearance by my other boyfriend Legolas Lopez

Today is Your Day Snack

Slovenian Boyfriend Snack

Oh Really?

I mean, we could talk about it.










I don't see a need to, though








There's a gorilla and Barkley on our SIIIIIIDE

Thank God Snack

Who is This? Snack

Saw this pic in the NYTimes. Mystery! I want to do this.

Sir Paul SnackCartney

Daddy snagged Mommy tickets to Paul McCartney in Phoenix this past weekend. They said it's her birthday. Well, they were right, cos it was. So she was the luckiest lady in town, and I was the luckiest daughter around because I was blessed with several Sir Paulian voicemails. I've saved them all and listened to them by the scores.

Here's the setlist for the show she attended:

Venus And Mars
Rock Show
Jet
All My Loving
Got To Get You Into My Life
Highway
Let Me Roll It
Foxy Lady

The Long And Winding Road
Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five
(I Want To) Come Home
My Love

I'm Looking Through You
Every Night
Two Of Us
Blackbird
Here Today
Dance Tonight
Mrs. Vandebilt
Eleanor Rigby

Something
Letting Go
Sing The Changes
Band On The Run
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Back in the USSR
I've got a feeling
Paperback writer
A day in the life
Give peace a chance

Let it be
Live And Let die
Hey Jude

Day Tripper
Lady Madonna
Get back

Yesterday
Helter Skelter
Sgt. Pepper's ( reprise )
The End

That's right. FORTY SONGS. Way to go, Pauly, you made my mom's LIFE.

And in the birthday card my dad gave my mom that morning:

"If Sir Paul asks you backstage tonight, GO FOR IT!!!!!!!!"

If that don't prove my parents are Supreme Beings, than I DON'T KNOW WHAT

SUNSnack

I got a new JOB. Same place, different occupation. So I'm comin into some money. First thing I'm buying? Plane ticket home to see mah first SUNS GAME SINCE the Age of MAJERLE. Hopefully it will be a playoff spot.

Saw a guy in Soho wearing a Suns hat yeserday, made me smile wide

Segue that into this: I left my Famous Hat in a cab or somewhere. It is the hat that my grandma made for me, ze one she asked me if i vahnted it vis puffbahllz or not.

In other otros news, this is legit:



Makes me miss all the desert minstrel parties I would have with my friends in Arizona. (Actualement, I never did that. But maybe in the 48 hours of Suns time, we can make it happen for the first and not the last time. Also, maybe grandma will teach me to knit.)

Sneak Snack

Stewie Snack

TrendSnacking

LADIES! Get ready for this season's latest trend: wearing men's boxers as shorts!!!!

Just kidding, only I do this and people look at me CRAZY

SNACK TRAGEDY

THIS IS A SNACK MADE UP OF MINOR TRAGEDIES:

I LOVED SAM AND KATE.

MY FAVORITE ITALIANO RESTAURANT IN THE EAST VILLAGE IS CLOSED.

MY DUMBO DREAM IS OFF THE MARKET BECAUSE OF JAY-Z AND BEYONCE.

the only way this could get better is if KATE GETS WITH LEO NOW FINALLY

Pacifist Snack

Snackturday Night Live: Googly Eyes

oh ma gah. i'm crying

Snackworm

I had a lot of downtime at work this week!

Here are the books I finished:

Monday March 1


Tuesday March 2


Wednesday March 3


On Thursday March 4 (yestedeh), I tried to finish and read a bit of for good measure and/or recherche for a new play I'm getting inklings on, but there was this party of 30 French dudes that did not want the noodles we sent them so I spent my downtime downing noodles in sauce rather than furthering my Book-a-Day-in-March conquest.

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