A tall vanilla soy simpatico

Apparently cats are infatuated with tumbleweed. I've never seen my Kate, who's usually so miserable, so enchanted. Recurring theme of the month; simple pleasure.

Yesterday was the day! May is turning up aces. I look at the old adage as a metaphor for my life at the moment. April showers bring May flowers. Fucking eh! So, I played softball at Central Park at 9am. Came home and napped off my Cinco de Mayo hangover until around 2. Then hit the New School at 4:30 for a Korean function. I met a whole host of "new" Koreans. I say new in quotations only because they all say I've met them before. I can't keep track of the mofos. Good people.

By and large everything's vanilla. I still need some drastic change, but everything's vanilla.

Some more if you's?

If you didn't catch Spiderman 3 or 300 on opening weekend, or at all (although I did catch 300 on opening weekend, but it was just to spend time with someone and I didn't pay nor enjoy it too tough)...

If you don't live your life around a job...

And if you ambitiously start things only to lose interest and never actually see them to completion...

You and I may be simpatico!

Today I'm feeling:

strange

Hey, it's just a feeling. You feel me?

If you...

If the George Washington Bridge wasn't so costly and congested...

If you don't find Spike Lee or Quentin Tarantino movies all that particularly good...

If you don't necessarily fancy having all that much money...

If you aren't too much of a fiction fan...

If you don't find it necessary to shower every single day...

If you find negativity practical as opposed to positivity, which you find unrealistic...

If you have a fondness for lip balm...

If you are not into hoarding...

And if you would rather not chew gum...

Then you and I are like... simpatico!

"I'm in the drop with the AC on/
that's why the streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!"
Jay-Z on Guess who's back by Scarface featuring Jay and Beanie Sigel

"Never pump fake and you'll get past the blitz"
Beanie Sigel on Guess who's back

Today I'm feeling:

unhappy in general

Here's an idea (which no one ever seems to pick up on), how's about you readers add a couple simpatico "if you's..." Do it for kicks!

Cinco de Mayo!

Antique style... 'cause I love this one that much

"I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggas ride mine/
so I change styles every two rhymes."
Jay-Z on 22 2's

Now, off to find me some Corona and tequila! Olé!

Today I'm feeling:

a little too sober

I know I shouldn't hit the bottle this early... but it ain't that early! You know?

Cuatro de Mayo

Fort Tryon Park foliage

Busy day. Clean, tidy, repeat. The room looks bright and lovely.

Patience is a virtue
Anonymous

When you rush me you get weak ass posts like this one. Bloggin' ain't a science or anything but it does take some care as to make sure there's at least something to entertain you all for 30 seconds. I try.

Get this! My friend from Kansas picked me up a tumbleweed while she was in New Mexico! Then, she shipped it from the Big Sunflower to the Big Apple to yours truly! It's sitting right here in my freshly painted room! Pimpin'!! Pictures, presumably, are to follow.

Be cool.
anonymous

Today I'm feeling:

productive

Say something... before something says you.

All in ya grill!

Sean at the Cloisters, NYC, April 2007

Plastered, painted and balled like a bad ass. I'm NOT the shit or anything, but I knew it wasn't me. My basketball team is usually pretty bad. Teammates all have attitudes and are so moody. It's like playing basketball with the Rutgers Scarlet Knights (only less good). Had Mr. Imus "insulted" some male basketball players, there'd be no touching press conferences or multiple apologies. The men would man up and move on. But my basketball team is overwhelmed by woman hormone. Complain, complain, complain.

So to the point. I'd say 3 of the 5 non bitches on the team showed up for our game tonight. Me and two others. We played 3 on 5 for a whole half. We were short two players. But... we had absolutely no bitches. No complaints. We just balled our ass of. We were up by 12 points at half time. Then 2 bitches showed up and the other team started to cut into our lead. Handicapped by having "enough" players, we held on to win by only 6 but I took home a very solemn point. You can't play with women, even if they've got man parts.

Don't get me wrong, we beat a bad team. But we would have lost for sure if we had to play with that 5 for a full game. 3 men + 2 bitches = L.

Earlier tonight:

Non bitch teammate Matt: Yo, these fat bitches be acting like they skinny!

Sean: What you should have told her, before you hung up on her, was that you're hanging up on her not because she ain't trying to have sex with you but because she ain't skinny AND she ain't trying to have sex with you.

Today I'm feeling:

like I accomplished something

Yeah.

Wednesday Chillin'

S2 in her favorite garden

What a morn. I hit the 63rd floor of the Empire State for an interview. The views in their classrooms are spectacular. Alas, my current employer is pushing me off and the folks to whom I'm being pushed are not interested.

But I was glad I made the trip. I'd hate to work on the 63rd floor anywhere. But the walk downtown after I'd get off would make it a little nicer. I meandered down 5th Avenue until I found a mom and pop paint store in the Flatiron District where I bought some compound from a delightful salesperson.

Next, I hit the 'Square'. Union Square, naturally. It's my favorite part of the city, as anyone who knows me knows. I practically go there every time I'm in Manhattan.

So a few blocks south of Union Square I found a deli that made me some french toast and I sat outside and ate it with some orange juice. It was comparable to sitting and having biscotti and caffé in a Roman piazza. It was as elegant as having cheese and red wine in a courtyard in the south of France. Refreshing. Delicious. Simple.

How easy is it, sometimes, to find pleasure in the most ridiculously simple shit?

Sean: S2, hungry?
S2: Meeooooooooooooow!
Sean: There, better?
S2: ...
Sean: My point exactly; contentment is only content when at its simplest I suppose.

Today I'm feeling:

pure irie

Ooh, here's a thought... everyone post one of their favorite simple pleasures in the comments section!

Mayday!

I made it out. April 2007 has been nixed... finally. I will take a couple days and recoup.

In the meantime, my bedroom is going from Split Pea Soup yellow to Beachglass. It's a more peaceful hue! Can't wait to put the White trim on it. I feel better just thinking about the change of ambiance.

Today I'm feeling:

Gleeful!

You should've seen this post before I changed it! I bitched it up a little. School girl like. Now, talk that good shit in the comments section people.