bird by bird

The phone rings, and it's a little old lady with a little old lady name and a little old lady voice. She starts telling me all of her symptoms to relay to Dr. L. She has tried two different dietary regiments recommended by two different physicians, but she thinks it's the chocolate covered pomegranate seeds that she's been eating that have really done the trick to make her feel better.  I slightly roll my eyes because since we're on the phone, she can't see me, and because this is an absurd logical fallacy. After I take down each painstaking detail of her elaborate theory, I begin to end the conversation. I say, "I'll give this message to the doctor and nurse, and someone will be getting back to you." Then we both say "thank you" and "you're welcome" at the same time, and right before I hang up my phone, I say, "Love you." ...... DID I JUST SAY I LOVE YOU?! She says something that sounds like, "Err..?" and

This is what summer in Brooklyn looks like, in case you have forgotten. I almost did. Summer 2012 in Brooklyn, NY from Jon Edwards on Vimeo .

1. I met you around a bon fire at a bar called Hot Bird four blocks from my Brooklyn apartment. You showed me a picture of you and your brother as kids with the Pope (you somehow sneaked in to meet him). I snagged your moleskin notebook and in it wrote my favorite bird by bird quote, my name, and my phone number. I made you promise not to read it until after I'd left. My phone chirped 1 hour later with a text that said, "Hello bird, nice to meet ya :)" 2. When I got to Union Pool , you were getting two cans of Budweiser at the bar, and we took them outside because we were warm and it was cool outside. We talked about your light project and my last name, and next we went to your roommate's bar and sat on a faux stoop with twinkle lights strung above us. You told me you loved R.E.M. and I said I loved " Nightswimming ." Later you played it for me on your piano. 3. At a bar located almost exactly between our two apartments , we drank red wine by an indoor

So obviously I'm obsessed with the HBO show GIRLS (because I am one, in SO many ways), and last week's episode ended with this song playing with the rolling credits. It makes no sense, but this song.. I just.. I can't stop listening. The lyrics are not profound. The melody is not particularly catchy. I can't access it through iTunes or Spotify. And yet, I love it so freaking much. Do you??

Because a good friend once told me, "Write everything down. Even if it's just notes." So here are some notes on February..  As per my annual tradition, I cheered for the offense at the Super Bowl. I went to the boys' new Williamsburg apartment to "watch" the game, and at half time we went on the roof to see the NYC skyline. I wore SD's sweater but still shivered at the sight, and remembered, "Oh yeah, I live here!" CS, SS, and I left before the end of the game and bought cookies from Momofuku for the bus ride home. I flew to San Francisco to see my westie bestie GG! Though it rained the entire time, and I had an "incident" with the floor that I'll tell you about later, the trip was still pretty amazing. My favorite part was laying in G's bed watching "Francis Ha." There's a scene in the beginning of the film when Francis and her best friend are laying in bed watching something on their computer, and at that p