Absent

My Asia trip kicked ass in case anyone was wondering. I might post up some select photos, maybe of just food, since about 99% of the time was spent on thinking about food, eating food, and making plans to eat food.

Other than this, I've been embarking on a global art project. It's currently in production and I hope you can all participate from the end of January 2012 onwards.

Oh yeah. THIS.

Jump11!!

Will you JUMP with us?

Metropolitan Community United Methodist Church Award

In Spring 2010, a group of my friends renovated the rec room and kitchen of Harlem's Metropolitan Community United Methodist Church. Members of our extended volunteer family came to support us as well as members of the Church. It was a hectic 5 day renovation and we raised more than $10,000 in 10 days to support our project. Metropolitan Community United Methodist Church recently had their annual Community Award Ceremony in September and presented us an award for our service project. A few of us reunited to accept the award. All photos credited to Nestor!

Me, Juan, Shawnee, and Diana


The Church's current Choir performing.


The Alumni choir.


Group dinner!!


Night shot!


Nestor and Diana.

You're Always With Me

Ray ♥


So inappropriately appropriate.


Random creepy house? Check.


When you're having exponentially shitty day, you can always count on your friends to have you excuse yourself from work to do something random...like see Cirque du Soleil's Zarkana(!) (We saw Brooke Shields during intermission. We had better seats than her!)


And this super joyous thing happened. So happy.
{ Jack ♥ Michelle }

Greatest Guy

I would like to think that when you left us, your energy and spirit exploded and all of us who loved you inhaled a little bit of you. You always made me feel that we were halves of a whole greater than ourselves—that we were living this life to figure out things that we sometimes already knew. You made be a better person. I love you and my heart aches so terribly for you.

Raymond R. Blanco Jr.
July 8, 1984 — September 25, 2011

Buffalo & Toronto

Hey super gay best friend and friend, let's hit TORONTO!!


Toronto's population is mostly populated by non-native born city dwellers. FACT. Hence finding awesome Mexican shops (YES TAMALES!!) in Toronto hipsterville.






We took a sunset boat ride.


Then we went up the CN tower the next day. I got to tag the tower. Wrad.


This place has no security.


Back in Buffalo! More sunsets! Beer tower to follow!


Thank you Hurricane Irene for delaying Amtrak for days so that I can spend more time with my best friend by watching him play video games while I molest his awesome lap cat ALL DAY LONG.

Richmond

I better post this before I forget what I did in August(?)

Best Friends Day 10 in Richmond. Short notice, but what the hell, there's gonna be AZZ EVERYWHERE...and bikes, and MIKEY!

There's so much cheap apartment space in Richmond. I'm jelly.


Bikes on bikes on bikes.


Bike gang! It was so fun biking on these roads with great people.


Best Friends Day, it's like Woodstock for shitty kids.


Gross man-made pool. Naked rope swinging. Dirty shitty kids. Water that's actually green. So fucking gross. The other water option was the bug infested lake, where I saw a dude piss on another dude, a girl snatching up a goose, and Bert No Shirt mount snow skis to unsuccessfully glide across the water.


Against Me! They were at the Vans show I went to on Thursday a few blocks from my joint, where I got a black eye after body surfing. Yup.


This shit is for realz. You're in your bathing suit, in a daze of whatever vice you've been indulging in since getting there, sweating your ass off, trying not to get molested by people, and if you're me, you regret being barefoot because you end up stepping on cigarette butts.

Thanks to all for the culture shock. You either understand it or you don't. Really. I haven't seen it all.

Thank You Steve Jobs

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important... There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Steve Jobs
Stanford University speech 2005

"How Apple Revolutionized Our World: Steve Jobs's dazzling inventions have forever changed us."
Paul Theroux, NEWSWEEK, September 5, 2011

Hey Girl, Hey!!

Dani and Alex visit from Kansas. It made me really happy. ♥

She's special.


"I'm so happy you found each other." I told them this repeatedly.


Malaysian dessert time.


This is Andy in Union Square.


Given that—Freakonomics Radio: Death by Fire? Probably Not—don't you reckon we'd be allowed to have plants on our fire escapes?


A yam from Eataly.


This is painted. Crazy.


Guilty of taking this singular picture at the Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty show at the Met (Hey, I bought the $50 book.) The show was breath-taking and one of the best art shows I have ever experienced. It presented a new personal view on creation.


Fulfilling NYC tourist dreams one point of interest at a time.

Hot Hot Heat

New York City is in a summer heat wave. Just the way I like it.

RATATAT @ SUMMERSTAGE!!


At one point, I was the happiest I've ever been in my life.


Rooftop suntanning, quite awesome.


When I see a dude with (implant) boobs and/or a chick with a dick, I will have seen it all.


Back to the island!

My Pulse Is Under 65

Is that good?

George W. Bush's pulse is 43.

Barack Obama's pulse is 56.

Curtain-less. It looks like a Band-Aid.


Don't just look at this. See it. It's pretty cool.


Secret spots.


Ev'ryday I'm hustlin'.


I wish I could just fall in, swim away, and never maybe come back.


"Ewww, stop smelling that."


Can you spot me in this picture?


July 4th. Cruising while sedentary on a low-riding lounge chair.


I love it when people make "art" about me.