waxing poetics in baltimore

Screenprint of Austin Kleon’s poem.

“There’s only one rule I know of: goddamn it, you’ve got to be kind.”-Kurt Vonnegut

I haven’t really minded the rain. I can’t help but feel stuck sometimes. With art, life. I keep thinking about artists who make money off their art, who live off of it – isn’t that the dream ? Keeping the dream alive. I just breathe and think that I won’t always be making lattes and cappuccinos for the daily morning commute.

Here are some pictures from my trip to visit friends in Brooklyn :

I sat in a cafe on Graham Ave for two hours before heading out into the rain. When it rains in New York City, it’s always nostalgic for me. I guess I just have a lot of memories of the big apple in the rain. I remember it raining when I was 16 and spent the day in NYC with my first boyfriend. We ran into the subway station and my skirt was only wet in the front, not the back because of the way and direction the rain fell. Then the rain stopped, the sun came out and he bought me a banquet of sunflowers somewhere in the west village. They were so heavy and we walked around the rest of the day carrying them.

Then I remember it raining when I was dating Dave and we went into NYC right before Christmas. We went to the Empire State Building.

It also rained the day my best friends from high school and I went into the city for a class trip.

nostalgia, also :

Read Street Coffee and Books. I don’t even remember the first time I went in there but I love love love love it. I love it, not because the coffee is good. The coffee is OK. I love it because usually no one is there, ever. Which honestly is a shame because it’s a real cute space with the sweetest owner ever. Yet I know it’s a space I can go into and know that no one will be there and I can sit amongst the books with my journal and just write.

I went to Spoon’s Cafe this morning for coffee and a bagel before heading to the museum. It’s really hard for me to not ask the barista whose working if they could just sprinkle some espresso on top of the cream cheese but they may think it’s to strange. Espresso tastes amazing on cream cheese. I know this because I work in a coffee shop and Lindsay taught me this. Instead I suffice my craving by dipping my bagel in my coffee. But if you’re at home and you have some ground coffee laying around, sprinkle it on some cheese. Seriously, it’s delicious.

I’ve always wanted to photograph this. It’s outside on the wall of Club Choices.