une introduction (la vie en rose)

in 1988 i started contemplating writing about my life.  every once in a while a story, a movie, a book, an interview, whatever it may be reminds me of this contemplation.  i don't think i have the discipline to compose a fiction; a novel.  i do hope i have the ability to convey my lot here and there as it happened, here, there, and everywhere.

little things trigger my desire to share.  tonight it was a tv show.  i watch a ton of television.  movies, books, etc.  they take you away from your mind.  i learned this early on.  i recall being obsessed with reading before remembering my father tearing our house apart.  modern entertainment tries to make light of human pain.  as if we are all in the same boat.  but when a father or a mother disappoints in real life there is rarely a laugh track playing over the mishap.

as we age we adopt new families - people who are not our blood but who get us more than any family member could ever.  true siblings are forced to take sides, to draw lines in sand, and inevitably become arch nemesis when raised by animals.  especially animals from different species.

when i was 14 i discovered the father raising me was not in fact my biological father.  my two brothers and one sister were mere step siblings.  i found this out on my own, by accident.  i can not remember how my mind worked before that day.

Thanks to a neighborly tip, I've recently discovered that one can easily get from Astoria to Roosevelt Island by walking or biking. The reason I bring this up is that I truly enjoy bike riding and Roosevelt Island provides for the best non-vehicular bike riding that I've discovered in a long while.

Sure, I can ride over to Central Park risking my life the entire way , or I can take the wee bridge pictured above via 36th Avenue here in Astoria and ride around an entire island bordered by water almost devoid of car traffic. Check it out peops!

Side note: this is a "moveable" bridge. Who knew? You learn something each and every day, don't you?

Karma is definitely a bitch. Thanks Curbed.

Sundays ROCK. What other day of the week can you feel totally comfortable with starting drinking BEFORE NOON and continue doing so while having the blessing of your local Pastor? PRAISE JESUS!