just got this text from chrispy and figured i'd throw it up:

a bus on fire. i'm sure it's even more insane in person. sadly i have no context for this.

Because I do love to post the awesome craigslist ads, here is another one in the series for your enjoyment (parts 1, 2 and 3):

KERMIT SEEKS PIGGY

(via mightygodking)

this time tomorrow, i'll be back in ny. happy sigh. but in the vein of carrie bradshaw, i can't help but wonder… how is it that i pine so for a place where i was never really happy? BK is the new mr. big.

ps - rent "into the wild."  like, now.

i'm really fascinated in watching the progress of this charter school in nyc. they have put together an amazing financial model in which starting teachers' salary is $125,000 - about 2 1/2 times the national average. pretty incredible, and even more so when you investigate that they are managing this without any private funding and by cutting down on administrative positions and starting principals at salaries significantly less than teachers. the nyt has an interesting article. i'll be anxious to see how this pans out.

i've been silenced for a few days posting as i worked through the feelings i had about heath ledger's death. tuesday, when it happened, i had what i felt like a really personal reaction. then i spent wednesday and thursday berating myself for that.

he was, of course, my favorite actor. my infatuation with him -and even his family- is long known. i can't deny the countless times i walked gus past his house in brooklyn, hoping to catch a sight of him. it's a little embarassing, yes.

i think that real-life connection -hi, i'm admiring what you guys are doing to your backyard, hannah just saw you at fairway again- is what knocked the wind out of me so badly.

we all gape at celebrity and as a society can't seem to resist that car crash mentality of wanting to see what's going on. it's not something to be proud of, but i'd be a liar to deny i wasn't a part of it.

i'm torn between not wanting to hear anything about this tragedy and letting it absolutely consume me in the quest to know everything. i wish i could turn that off, be a bigger and BETTER person.

my heart aches for his little girl, his family, michelle williams. but i have no idea of the life any of them, the true lives, that is. so it doesn't even seem right - seems intrusive, presumptuous - to think that i do care. what right do i have?

this isn't about me.

was going to respond to tripps post on my last post, but i decided to just post again. i was thinking how difficult it is to 1. get up the courage to talk to a girl in the fist place. and then 2. talk to her while waiting for the train? for some reason, it just seems like an odd place to strike up a conversation, but maybe i'm just being way too dramatic. there is nothing wrong with being friendly. and if the girl isn't interested in talking to you further, then just leave it at that. maybe the fact that the girl was reading a book is even reason to strike up a conversation. who knows what could happen.
in a related story, today on the way home im waiting for the train. the platform is crowded, its hot. i just left work, and i dont really want to talk to anyone, i just want to get into an air-conditioned train car and ride home. but this guy walks up and stands beside me. i am not wearing my ipod and not reading a book. he asks me about when the train comes and if all these people will fit in the train. so i give him a short answer, and i think to myself for a sec. 'fuck man, another gay dude is hitting on me' (because for some reason this week seems to be the gay dudes hit on bitzao week, and im getting quite tired of it.) but he seems harmless enough and he asks me another question about the train. and then i say to him 'where are you from'. i learn that he is from portland, is married, has kids, and just went to the MOMA.
okay, so this gives me hope. but then there is the whole commuting thing. lets just say i do meet a girl on the subway and we hit it off. if we have the same commute every day, how much is that going to suck if things don't work out.

i am waiting for a guy to come look at my couch and hopefully buy it and take it away. he is now 12 minutes late. i am only slightly annoyed because as soon as he leaves i am going to the beach. he hasnt called. argh. i also only got about 2 hours of sleep last night. mainly because i stayed out way longer than i wanted to and ended up taking a cab out to coney island with my best friend from high school and some random girl we met at a bar. im not hungover because i didnt really drink, but i am feeling the effects of lack of sleep about now. who meets 2 guys at a bar and decides to go along with them on their crazy adventure to coney island at 4am? a. it costs about $40+ to get there. b. its pretty mad ghetto all around coney island at that time except if you're on the beach or boardwalk. c. she didnt know us from adam.
in the end, it turned out to be a pretty cool adventure. the 3 of us fell asleep for a little bit all sitting in the same lifeguard stand. what a picture. and it wasnt some random hookup either. it was totally platonic and innocent fun. she was crazy cute though. although she also talked like she just walked off the set of laguna beach. she was from the oc. btw, the dude still isnt here to pick up the couch. he is now 21 min late.