Serendipity Defined:
Serendipty Experienced:
The Great Lawn Central Park
VIP Section Black Eyed Peas Concerts
The stage in front of us, 50,000 people and the city lights behind us
Rain
Connect Four
101 West 75th St # 1, New York, NY
http://www.divebarnyc.com/
Friday, September 30, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Anberlin & Switchfoot
September 25
Facebook Status Says:
September 23
Thought: Gosh, there are a lot off good looking men out this evening. Oh yeah, that's right I'm in Chelsea. Correction: There are lots of good looking gay men out this evening.
Late night dinner in Chelsea at http://www.westvillenyc.com/ following all city wide worship.
September 22
Night out with my photopgrapher friends Shannen http://shannennatasha.blogspot.com/ and Angi http://angiwelsch.tumblr.com/ in Brooklyn at http://www.radegasthall.com/
To the boys who joined our table -Yes, there is also an 8 in the year that I was born - 1978.
September 20
Monumuental Small Group: the first small group meeting that I have ever attended where someone showed up completely wasted.
Facebook Status Says:
September 23
Thought: Gosh, there are a lot off good looking men out this evening. Oh yeah, that's right I'm in Chelsea. Correction: There are lots of good looking gay men out this evening.
Late night dinner in Chelsea at http://www.westvillenyc.com/ following all city wide worship.
September 22
Night out with my photopgrapher friends Shannen http://shannennatasha.blogspot.com/ and Angi http://angiwelsch.tumblr.com/ in Brooklyn at http://www.radegasthall.com/
To the boys who joined our table -Yes, there is also an 8 in the year that I was born - 1978.
September 20
Monumuental Small Group: the first small group meeting that I have ever attended where someone showed up completely wasted.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Malawi Dates
So last night around 8 pm, I get this text...
So I head two stops further downtown to arrive at Canal Street... Tribeca...
So I head two stops further downtown to arrive at Canal Street... Tribeca...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
It Just Happens
And then one day it just happens.
It comes out of the blue - completely unexpected.
Well, not completely.
After all, it had been the very thing that you had been hoping for all along.
Yet, you had become skeptical.
But all of sudden it's there. And it's magical. And he's into you and you're into him.
And it's this instant connection sort of thing that you've heard other people talk about, but you just didn't dream to be possible.
And you're wondering, what the heck?
How did THIS happen?
And is this for real?
I'm thinking it is.
Congrats to my friend who met someone over the weekend!
It comes out of the blue - completely unexpected.
Well, not completely.
After all, it had been the very thing that you had been hoping for all along.
Yet, you had become skeptical.
But all of sudden it's there. And it's magical. And he's into you and you're into him.
And it's this instant connection sort of thing that you've heard other people talk about, but you just didn't dream to be possible.
And you're wondering, what the heck?
How did THIS happen?
And is this for real?
I'm thinking it is.
Congrats to my friend who met someone over the weekend!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
My Dog Doobie
My favorite sign in Central Park is the one next to the pond that says, "No dogs allowed in water." It's my favorite, because to my knowledge, even seeing eye dogs are illiterate, and so the sign makes me smile as I think of a dog running right past the sign and jumping into the water, attempting to fetch a stick that an illiterate 5 year old named Billy tossed into the water.
The nearby park officer may be frustrated with the dog (named Sparky) for his blatant disregard for the sign, but really it's not Sparky's fault. He can't read.
I selected the name Sparky for my hypothetical dog because that was the name of my Dad's dog; he sounded like a great dog, but I never got to meet him because he was dead before I arrived on the scene.
But I did get to meet Doobie... my family took Doobie in when some lady from our church showed up up on our doorsteps in tears because she was getting married to man who already had 4 or 5 kids, and he didn't want the dog.
The woman's tears convinced my mom, and my mom convinced my Dad, and within a few months of taking Doobie into our home, we were all convinced we had made a miserable, but undoable mistake.
We probably should have read the warning signs,
I mean first of all, the dog's name is/was Doobie...
(I understand that the sign is intended for the dog's owner; however, the sign appears to address the dog rather than the human who is accompanying the dog.)
If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't) and came back as a dog (which, if I had to reincarnate as an animal, I'd prefer to return as a dolphin - I think...as long as I didn't get suckered into working at Sea World. I wouldn't want to do that for my dolphin career. Movies on the other hand - I wouldn't mind being featured in a National Geographic documentary...)
The nearby park officer may be frustrated with the dog (named Sparky) for his blatant disregard for the sign, but really it's not Sparky's fault. He can't read.
I selected the name Sparky for my hypothetical dog because that was the name of my Dad's dog; he sounded like a great dog, but I never got to meet him because he was dead before I arrived on the scene.
But I did get to meet Doobie... my family took Doobie in when some lady from our church showed up up on our doorsteps in tears because she was getting married to man who already had 4 or 5 kids, and he didn't want the dog.
The woman's tears convinced my mom, and my mom convinced my Dad, and within a few months of taking Doobie into our home, we were all convinced we had made a miserable, but undoable mistake.
We probably should have read the warning signs,
I mean first of all, the dog's name is/was Doobie...
(I understand that the sign is intended for the dog's owner; however, the sign appears to address the dog rather than the human who is accompanying the dog.)
If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't) and came back as a dog (which, if I had to reincarnate as an animal, I'd prefer to return as a dolphin - I think...as long as I didn't get suckered into working at Sea World. I wouldn't want to do that for my dolphin career. Movies on the other hand - I wouldn't mind being featured in a National Geographic documentary...)
Friday, August 26, 2011
Pre Irene
Hello Irene, I'm Katrina.
I'll be working with you over the next several days. My friends and I have been preparing for your visit ever since we learned that you were heading to the North East Coast.
Even Mayor Bloomberg and his buddies are anxiously anticipating your arrival. They thought your visit granted a day off for many of our transit folks, so he decided to shut down the subway & bus system in honor of YOU. That doesn't even happen at Christmas time, which just goes to show how special we think you are.
You truly are the talk of the town. Even the media are super hyped about your arrival. It gives them something to new to talk about - which is great because people were getting bored hearing about the debt ceiling.
Oh, and I hope you don't feel like Mr. Earthquake was trying to steal your show on Tuesday. Think of Mr. Earthquake like John the Baptist. Just like he prepared the way for Jesus, Earthquake helped prepare the way for you and your upcoming arrival to New York City.
The grocery stores in the city have been packed out with people these past 24 hours. They must be getting ready to have a feast in honor of you. It's almost like Thanksgiving - except bread and water are the top selling items rather than turkey and pumpkin pie.
PS If you would, please avoid entering through my window; I don't think you'd fit very well through it. I'm not saying you're fat, so please don't take it that way. My mom is just concerned that you might break it, and I already told her that you wouldn't.
I'll be working with you over the next several days. My friends and I have been preparing for your visit ever since we learned that you were heading to the North East Coast.
Even Mayor Bloomberg and his buddies are anxiously anticipating your arrival. They thought your visit granted a day off for many of our transit folks, so he decided to shut down the subway & bus system in honor of YOU. That doesn't even happen at Christmas time, which just goes to show how special we think you are.
You truly are the talk of the town. Even the media are super hyped about your arrival. It gives them something to new to talk about - which is great because people were getting bored hearing about the debt ceiling.
Oh, and I hope you don't feel like Mr. Earthquake was trying to steal your show on Tuesday. Think of Mr. Earthquake like John the Baptist. Just like he prepared the way for Jesus, Earthquake helped prepare the way for you and your upcoming arrival to New York City.
The grocery stores in the city have been packed out with people these past 24 hours. They must be getting ready to have a feast in honor of you. It's almost like Thanksgiving - except bread and water are the top selling items rather than turkey and pumpkin pie.
PS If you would, please avoid entering through my window; I don't think you'd fit very well through it. I'm not saying you're fat, so please don't take it that way. My mom is just concerned that you might break it, and I already told her that you wouldn't.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tonight I was asked...
Tonight I was asked if I dated while I was in college.
I explained to the 19 year old gal who inquired, "Not really. I dated someone from Spring Hill - the summer camp I worked at in Michigan - just before college, but he broke things off with me at the end of the summer."
I still remember his breaking words, "Katrina, you're going to meet a lot of studs at U of M." He kissed me on the cheek, stepped back into his SUV, and with a wave of his hand, he was gone.
He was wrong; I didn't meet any studs at U of M. Instead I wondered about that other guy I had also met at camp that summer. Other guy and I stayed in touch beyond the summer and he even came for a visit to Ann Arbor. In response, I initated a visit to his campus. However, my visit to his campus was a failure" and it became clear - he wasn't interested.
However, summer fling contacted with an apologetic e-mail a few days after Valentine's Day my freshman year, confessing that he had been a jerk, and wondering if maybe we could try again.
We were both going to be back at camp that summer...
I explained to the 19 year old gal who inquired, "Not really. I dated someone from Spring Hill - the summer camp I worked at in Michigan - just before college, but he broke things off with me at the end of the summer."
I still remember his breaking words, "Katrina, you're going to meet a lot of studs at U of M." He kissed me on the cheek, stepped back into his SUV, and with a wave of his hand, he was gone.
He was wrong; I didn't meet any studs at U of M. Instead I wondered about that other guy I had also met at camp that summer. Other guy and I stayed in touch beyond the summer and he even came for a visit to Ann Arbor. In response, I initated a visit to his campus. However, my visit to his campus was a failure" and it became clear - he wasn't interested.
However, summer fling contacted with an apologetic e-mail a few days after Valentine's Day my freshman year, confessing that he had been a jerk, and wondering if maybe we could try again.
We were both going to be back at camp that summer...
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