shrimpcrime

i'm destroying this thing. i might just let it lie dormant for a while before actually bringing down the axe. but yeah. i should have never had one of these in the first place. it's not me. i won't miss it. aaaaaaaand that's that.


~Sonrisa

people like fireworks cuz it's thrilling. like being in war. but without all that messy kill or be killed stuff.

i hate them (hispters and fireworks).

a lot.

~Sonrisa

fred hampton died when he was 21. i did not know that. ha i knew there were 99 shots, and that there were walking tours through his shot up house, but i didn't know how old he was when he was fucking assasinated. i guess it's easy to forget how little age matters in comparison to individual potential. so. that's what i learned from my bike trip to the Brooklyn Academy of Music's Afropunk film festival. that, and the fact that it's pointless to ask people for directions in brooklyn. because no one walks there. cuz it's huge. oh and the manhattan bridge is wak.

oh and drunken japanese trend-punks in st. marks restaurants are a good time.



~Sonrisa

still raining. my leg is alost recovered from last friday's critmass epicness. both plan-it-x fests were a great time. meeting new people, seeing NY peeps for the first time in a while, and seeing philly peeps too. not to mention my first lehigh valley show and other layers of fun. time is just going by and i have so many people to still make time for. and a shitload of movies to see. and lots of skating and biking to do. and a potential makeout party on the brooklyn bridge (eva and i can dream, can;t we?) and i'm still waiting on that summer fling.

~Sonrisa

this weekend will be epic. i want to meet someone new. that hasn't happened in a deep way for a while. and oh man i need to stop buying books. especially ones about street art/ graf. but what the hell, i'm making money, i might as well spend some. the other day i stood in the middle of a chinatown street with my bike in between changing traffic signals to take a pic of a truck with graf of the movie (which i didn't get to see) Bomb the System on its side. i saw it once a few weeks ago in chinatown, and was pretty surprised to see it again. i'm thinking of submitting some of my photos to a gallery. there's an open call....hmmm....advice, anyone?

~Sonrisa

i just got a call from the guy from my dream internship (FINALLY!). holy shit. i'm gonna be helping out with a literature/ expression/ art class at a middle school. i can develop a program and teach it to the kids, if i so choose. after some research, which is perfectly fine with me. and.......HOLY SHIT THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. and i got one phone call and all of a sudden i have yet another amazing thing to get me through the week. working with amazing hip hop/ spoken word peeps, plus utilizing what i have to contribute to share with amazing harlem middle schoolers....HEAVEN. FUCKING HEAVEN. i hope. on monday me and the head dude of the organization are meeting to touch base and exchange ideas. i. am. ecstatic.

~SONRISA!!!!!

p.s. everyone keeps telling me i;m going to die. that i should wear a helmet. it's starting to get to me. they act like i'm so stupid not to. shit man. i dunno. if i die that would suck....a lot. it's really bothering me. mostly cuz i know i won't end up wearing a helmet. and i don;t see why people who make bad decisions all the time--like smoking or drinking or driving without a seatbelt or j-walking, ha--have the right to tell me what i should do to feel safe. so i took the train from columbus circle to union square, pissd off that i did not in fact ride my bike to work cuz i thought it was gonna rain, and walked from union square to my apartment instaed of trainferring to the L (sorry for all the NY speak, but it's not vital) and i wandered homeward earphoneless, and got caught in a thumderstorm. which was perfect. i had an umbrella so i wasn;t soaked, but i don;t think i would have minded. people just stared at me cuz i was laughing and grining most of the way home. i couldn;t help it. it's just humbling to know that even a place like NYC can be effected by something as simple as water falling from the sky.

and i;ve been thinking about the future lately. how awful.

~Sonrisa

WHERE
THE
FUCK
ARE
YOU?


tis all.


~Sonrisa

there's been a lot of talk this week. between my mom and i. which is a good thing. not that we don't talk every day. it's just nice to spend the better part of a weekend with someone and relate to them on a lot of different levels. Raf is back and yet another part of this New York summer has fallen into place. My feet hurt from walking so much, which is so strange. I have to get used to that again--that being the fact that when back home i have many non biking friends who don't mind wandering a few miles. This heatwave is kind of nuts, but remembering this past winter--shit. i really don't mind as much as i could. it's gonna be so great to have a place that i can call home next year to hide out in when it's cold (plus ther's awsome roof/ basement access!!! YAY!!!). Last night i talked to Eva on the phone for a long time:). agh and she just signed on! must converse.

~Sonrisa

it's hot. i am haltering t-shirts. and dreaming about memories.
today i almost got hit by 3 cabs. on saturday i hit a woman on the williamsburg bridge. all of those incidents were completely not my fault. and i'm not just saying that, i am an extremely cautious biker. this city wants to kill me. fuck times square and rush hour awfulness. and women who wear earphones on bridges and don't hear me yelling to move out of the way from 25 feet away until i hit them cuz they step into my path. and cause my left pedal to gash into my knee with their ass of steel. and don't hear me asking them if they're okay cuz they already put their earphones back in.

but i do like sunday evening solo bike rides to the hudson to listen to de la soul and manu chao and draw. in fact, that kinda shit makes my week.

~Sonrisa

i'm still awake. how bizarre.
tonight i talked with my better half. aka Eva. here is an excerpt.

shrimpcrime: shit if you can't come to nyc this summer i will have to alter myself somehow in mourning
shrimpcrime: I"LL CUT OFF MY HAIR
shrimpcrime: HOW ABOUT THAT
babyimnanarchyst: no!!!!
shrimpcrime: THEN COME!
shrimpcrime: haha i'm awful, so sorry
shrimpcrime: (come! *holds up scissors*)
babyimnanarchyst: omg
shrimpcrime: i mean....
shrimpcrime: *HUGGG*

i did NOT mean hug. my hair is gone for good if she doesn't get her ass over here so i can give her a mohawk and go on skating adventures by the Hudson. damn. best friends shouldn;t be timezones away.

~Sonrisa

my feet hurt from dancing 3 nights in a row. but that is noting to complain about. this was the first genuinely full, nonstop fun summer weekend i have had since i came back (all 2 weeks, ha). dave was the perfect partner in crime as always and meeting new people was great, as well as seeing and talking to relatively new people. friday was an 80s dance party and a 5 minute, highly celebrated blacout on houston street. saturday was indian food and outbiking dave and a black label spandex dance party. plus a whole lot of subway station dejavu. sunday was more dave and temple visitors and good fun people and music. and watching hotel rwanda with my mom at 2 in the morning (don't ask). today was michelle and wandering and trying to put on a pair of pants in a public park. trying, being the operative word. this season is shaping up. plus travel plans are taking shape and more visitors are on the way. fantastic.

~Sonrisa

hey, remember when spring actually felt like spring? when it didn't rain on and off for days and the weather wasn;t 20 degrees below normal? really? CUZ I DON'T.

someone please distract me from the 9 to 5. lord knows the weather won't.

~Sonrisa

weeeeekeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnd
today i wandered around outside for 5 minutes and then came back home cuz i realized that i was not on a bike, so tehrefore i was in pants for no reason. i changed into a skirt pronto and then continued on my adventure. with the shmylv. observing the masses being scene and seen at union square. ran into several ghosts. ate, frolicked, and got caught in the rain.

saw world inferno jack at a payphone making a call by the cube. he had a fedora, knee high motorcycle boots, and a suitcase. wonderful.

i skimmed through the ikea catalog today looking for beds. it was unexpectedly exciting.

Me: so you're a spy?
Raf: yes.
Me: ah
Raf: damn!
Me: what?
Raf. *sigh* now i have to kill you.

oy.

~Sonrisa

this is a busy season. i've had great idea for poems lately. i even half finished some. developed some rolls of pics that have been sitting in my bag for a while. they turned out gorgeous. not bragging or anything, just revelling in the fact that i'm finally comfortable with my new camera. started work today. it went by really fast. keeping busy is key. biking there and back during two different rush hour traffic sessions was a rush. i've been rocking mygrey toned rasta hat, so that can only mean one thing: it's summer, baby.
now, down to business.

dear,

anonymous friend #1--where the fuck are you? get your ass out of the illest-of-noise and tear up the street with me on skating/biking adventures
anoymous friend #2--i'm not gonna be in england in a month and i kinda hate myself for that but shit i'm taping reality shows for you and planning our amazing summer every fucking minute in my head.
anonymous friend #3--i'm not in chicago right now and don't hate me for that but i miss you and being in your house today only made that moreso
anonymous friend #4--what the fuck get done with school already. so i can let you die in more zombie movies.
anonymous friend #5--YOU SAID YOU WERE COMING BACK ON MONDAY. YOU LIED. SEE YOU TOMORROW.

and a special shout out to the one and only....
MARI--i haven't seen you in a REALLY LONG TIME. and that, my friend, is not right. i'm planning a staten island invasion. let's do it

and i'm done.

~Sonrisa

i had a little incident. of the cab-cutting-in-front-of-me-to-turn-and-me-hitting-my-breaks-so-fast-i-flip-over-my-handlebars-and-scrape-my-elbow-and-injure-my-hip kind. argh. and i lost an earring. but that didn't ruin my day. cuz once again it was all about bikes. and will ferrel is hosting snl. and raf called me and we shared SNL skit love across timezones. i got some new tunes. well, new to me. a tribe called quest (ha it's about time) de la soul, atmosphere. and my mom's hair keeps getting longer and longer. not sure why that fascinates me so much. and my hip actually really hurts. a lot.

~Sonrisa

lugging shit from philly was fucking exhausting. packing was a final 'fuck you' to a place where i slept, and barely lived for 8 months.
home. not sure what else to say. my body is beaten from luggin shit far and wide. riding my bike to mi casa racing my bro in a cab filled with my shit was perfection. he told me "don't go too fast!" haha. oh bro.
ran into a friend from highschool last night, on the most hideously gentrified strip of block in my neighborhood. in any event, it was nice to see a familiar friendly face. yesterday was all about bikes. the Festival opening night was spectaculr. such a feeling of solidairy in the place. the people around me gave me starburst and offered up a pounder of coors light. ha. i was in the critical mass movie for a sec, in my rasta hat on my old bike, grinning like an idiot.

time to jet. can't wait for more people to get back.

~Sonrisa

great friends (new and old), new bikes, saying bye to old bikes.
two more weeks.
this is nuts. i'm gonna miss a lot. but shit sooooo much to look forward to.
family, people i love who i haven't seen in far too long.
interning, volunteering, working.
traveling, going to concerts, biking, taking trains that actually go somewhere (ha)

shit man, living. back home. oh so sweet.

~Sonrisa

this weekend! michelle! YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
added another rasta to the fold
erg. home is really soon.

~Sonrisa

well....tipsy. biking was fun, make me stop talking?
please?
at least i can still spell. wait no. i spell better while under the influence.
next year might work out. shit shit. so good.
yo 4 more weeks, y'all better step to this and visit me.
i speak spanish waaaay better while intoxicated.
blah.

~Sonrisa

what a crazy good weekend. it felt like it was sunny, even at night. and by sunny i mean warm and comfortable and relaxing. walking around philadelphia is such a different experience than biking. it's more shared, i guess, even moreso than biking around with someone, cuz during the latter you're always on guard. i've had this strong urge to crochet today, even though the past few days have been so nice that all i want to do is be outside biking or spending time with good people. and that has bene the case, but still, i'd like to curl up on a nice patch of grass or asphalt even, and get all crafty.
it's so sweet to bike for fun again. although this winter definitely earned me and a fellow hardcore biking partner in crime gold stars.
am i gonna miss this place? guess i shouldn't think about that yet.

~Sonrisa