11:11

11:11 has stood out to me for quite some time.  Maybe because it's a palindrome - I like the symmetry, or perhaps it's because I have a weird obsession with Gimetria.  (SP?)

I do!  (I just spoke this aloud; my roommate turned from the book she is  reading, confused by my outburst.)

But yes, this is an epiphianic moment for me.  It's true, I have a strange obsession with numbers. 

But then again, so did the writers of the Bible.

The writer of Matthew even went as far as fibbing some of the genealogy line to Jesus, so that there could be 3 nice sets of 14.  He skipped a few people, just for the sake of presentation, or because the number 14 is the number that represents King David.

And then there is the symbolism of 12.  And the symbolism of 7 - a number of wholeness and completion.  I was hoping that the 7th guy I kissed would be "the one" but then 8 and 9, came along and now I'm hoping for 10 to be the final.

As I explained to number 5, pre kiss, if I kiss you, then I have to start counting on my other hand the number of guys I've kissed.  For some reason I was hesitant, but the summer air in Hollywood convinced me otherwise.  Or maybe it was his motorcycle or pausing to dance in the middle of street, well after cars had ceased to parade through the neighborhood.

That night he suggested we get married.

I laughed.  And perhaps in doing so, hurt his feelings and confidence.

He recovered, by stating, "I just thought it sounded romantic."

The fling lasted no more than a month after that night.

He explained to me over an e-mail that he was moving to New York.

Funny how I also live in New York, yet it doesn't matter anymore.  Time has taken us our separate directions.

But 11:11, well that's a time that still stands out in my mind.

Because it is a wishing time.  Or so my friend Emily from California once told me.



And funny, that I never got to to what this post intended to be about - the night of 11.11.11... a birthday party in the Lower East Side at the Mercury Lounge...

But perhaps it's best that I skip the events of that evening, because although it started well, it didn't end well.  There was no dance that evening, yet the dance must somehow find a way to continue on.

I think I need a new time.  Perhaps 10:10 is better suited for me. 

Gallery Girls

Last night my director friend texted me around 10 pm, insisting that I join him.  I had already determined that I was going to call it an evening, but when it comes to social happenings I'm easily swayed... and so I put my black boots and my coat back on and headed down 34th Street.

Soho on a Saturday Night

Soho = South of Houston.  Houston, pronounced house-ton, is a street that cuts across Manhattan Island.

For the longest time I had no idea what Soho meant - perhaps because I rarely spent time in the area.  But then I met this guy who resides in Soho, and this past month I've ended up at his place every weekend.  To clarify, not in the stay the night sort of way.  But rather he has hosted events and conversations.

And last night.his roommate threw a Halloween Costume Party and for some reason I was invited.  To be honest, I don't think I should have been invited, but I was and since I was, I wasn't going to miss it.  So my friend Sally Ann (dressed as a viking) and I (dressed as an Indian) took the subway downtown to Prince Street.

We made a friend along the way - he was dressed as a carton of milk, with a sign that stated, "I'm am the 1%, Occupy the Fridge."  He was a med student at Yale and got off at the subway just before ours.  I'm regretting now that we didn't exchange any info, or even names.  But I did catch the names of several others that I met throughout the evening.

Emmitt was the most memorable.  He's oringally from Lake Forest, Illinois, and played tennis and golf in high school, and well, I can't really tell you much else about him, except he's a great dancer and we spent much of the evening out on the dance floor together... hot - yes.  But I knew he wasn't for me.

My Debut on ESPN

At 9:35 this evening I received the following text: Your mug and name was just on ESPN.
The text was from Bryan Devonshire - Professional Poker Player Extraordinaire.  I met up with him and his fiance in Las Vegas on my roadtrip cross country over the summer.

It just so happened to be during the World Series Poker Tournament Days 7 & 8.  And it just so happened that I was able to stick around long enough to see Bryan finish 12th out of over 6,000 players who entered the competition at $10,000 pot.  Evidently the camara caught a few shots of me while I was there - but Bryan also said my name was mentioned, which means that he probably talked about me in an interview. 
That's CRAZY - this is the same guy who taught me how to surf  back in 2002 when I worked at Forest Home summer camp in So Cal.

Professional poker playing is an interesting "sport" - to say the least.  Some may look down on this "sport," but I can't help but wonder if poker players are much different from entrepreneurs who take financial risks in hopes to someday gain a profit.  Hmmm...

I told my roomie Shannen the news when she returned to our apartment after and she told me the news, "I think I just got hit on... in the elevator...by women..."

"What?  Are you serious?!?!"

Shannen nodded yep, and explained that one of the woman told her, "You're cute.  What floor do you live on?"  Shannen cautiously answered the question and the same woman continued on introducting her to the other, "This is Joanna, she's new here..."

Shannen is a wee bit traumatized.  I would be too.

Serendipity

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/

Anberlin & Switchfoot

September 25
Facebook Status Says: yes i have tickets... but not to the gun show... heading up broadway to the atomic tom, anberlin, and switchfoot show... yay! 

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.

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...