Hi! It's that time of year again: time for a new post on an old website. Freelance is keeping me very busy, but here's a thing I wrote on this weekend of the Paris Accord for my own self and for Medium.
Here's a little thing I started on the Tumblrs and I hope you will follow me or award hearts to some pictures which apparently are known as notes? I am old. Please help.
It's called Co & Co., and it's where I collect my photos of "co" also "&" and also me, your pal, CoKane. Mostly I find them in ghost signs, because I love them, and this project creates a focus for my photos so they don't get too out of hand.
Welcome to "Your old pal CoKane knows that most people don't read things longer than a line or two anymore but now that she has a break after an intense few months of freelancing is using the quaint form of blogging to figure out how to write in her own voice again."
Ahem. Okay. [cracks knuckles]
Here is an activity that sounds like it would be cathartic after life has put you through the wringer and you are getting divorced: burning things that represent things.
I find the 1984 motion picture Red Dawn to be more enjoyable than it probably has a right to be.
It's not shown on TV as often as one of its star Patrick Swayze's other master works, Road House (which is to say almost nightly), but it tends to be on most Saturday nights.
When enough time has passed that I'm ready to watch it again, I recite this line in a flat voice along with the shell-shocked Erica, played by Lea Thompson, who is sitting by the campfire all disheveled:
"Things are different now."
Considering the Cubans and Nicaraguans and soon after the Russians have invaded these high schoolers' small Colorado town and murdered a bunch of citizens and their group has fled to the mountains to survive off the land, this is understatement of the year, right?
Long time no write! There are happenings to report and I now have the time and the functioning brains to report them.
At the start of 2013, Tom, myself and the ding dongs moved to Jersey City. Leaving Brooklyn was not an easy decision, and I went over the reasons before in my column for Brooklyn Based. But the TL;DR of it is that Brooklyn has become obscenely unaffordable. We wanted more for the money and after two years of shlepping daily from Brooklyn to Englewood Cliffs (min. 1 hour each way), I wanted a shorter commute to work.
What's it like moving to this comparatively obscure 'hood from the ground zero of coolness and convenience? Read about it in my latest Brooklyn Based column, which has a new name and a new focus, Life After Brooklyn. I've begun posting my photos of the area here on my new Tumblr, called Hudson City after the former name of our neighborhood, the Heights, when it was an independent city.
The funny/not so funny thing about moving to be closer to my job is...
Hey, you know what I didn't yet blog about, besides almost everything these days? My brief trip to New Orleans over Memorial Day weekend.
Part one of the Louisiana trip consisted of this project in Baton Rouge. But part two was that I needed a break. I really needed the kind of good time New Orleans allows to roll and roll again.
First, though, I have to show off my most nutrageous thrift store find in many moons.
I shall call this marvelous (Baton Rouge) thrift store find "LAxidermy."
I think it cost either $4 or $7. Usually I remember all my bargain prices because it adds to the enjoyment, but in this case I kind of blacked out in my haste to exchange money for this treasure. All I remember is the guys working at the store chiding me on the way to the counter: "Girrrrl, what you gonna do with them little bitty horns? That's Bambi. We got a 8-point over here!" They showed me that up front there was a mounted full-grown deer head plus a mountain goat head for sale. I explained that I was going home on a plane so it might pose a bit of a problem to bring a full-size animal head.
Incidentally, I had a moment of terror going through airport security to fly home when I remembered I had the antlers packed in my carry-on. They're going to take away my LAxidermy! It would be a tragedy worthy of my own Lifetime Original Movie. But then it breezed through the scanner and I was like, "Oh yeah, it's Louisiana." Knitting needles on the plane? Forget it. Bonelike body part that animals use to fight and stab each other? All aboard!
Anyway, totally worth it. Whenever I need cheering up, I should just remember that I OWN THIS THING NOW.
If you haven’t ventured over to Alphabet City lately (I hadn’t in a while myself), some longstanding neighborhood staples have been disappearing from Avenue B.
Gone are: the terrifying sculptureof faded wet stuffed animals and scrap wood that was the East Village’s own version of the Close Encounters mound, the 30-plus year old eatery Life Cafe (inspiration to and a setting for the play Rent), and as of the end of this month, the Lakeside Lounge (great explanation of why that place mattered here). The only one of my old haunts left on that strip is 7B, and now that can’t be certain either.
However, the biggest news to me was the imminent closing of the 16-year-old veggie dive Kate’s Joint, which owed $30 grand in back rent. Although I hadn’t frequented the place in years, it was a major setting of my life in New York.