So I'm sitting in the office, drinking a fresh cup of coffee (or as I like to call it, "word juice"), writing up a few little pieces for the paper's daily web updates. Listening to a digable gal I just met on the radio. Wearin' a t-shirt 'cause it's warm.
Life's pretty OK. And a there's a lot to update y'all about. Like the giant leaps forward that the band is making. Like how I'll soon be starting a job working alongside Jay as a private investigator (I know, right??). Like how I might be an extra in some photoshoot.
But earlier today, I was hanging out in my favorite bike shop, shooting the shit with Malcom as I was re-lacing a wheel and changing out an axle, talking guitars, life, women and bicycle racing, when I realized I was late for work. So I ran downtown, wheel strapped to my back, wolfing a slice of pizza on the way. The last two bites tasted awful, and the whole day I've been smacking my well-lubricated lips, quite concerned that I ate a significant amount of bicycle grease.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
1 comment:
congratulations! it's only a short step from P.I. to Esq.
also, word juice and mechanical lubricant? the last things you need near your mouth.
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