east village idiot

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About me

Occupation writer, non profit fundraiser
Location new york city, new york, United States
Introduction After spending a good chunk of time elsewhere, I returned to the East Village and my shabby family homestead on Avenue A. My eleven year old son is a fifth generation east villager, making our ancient tenement a Walton's Mountain of sorts. Only this mountain is populated with an odd assortment of closet superstars, Italian/Irish relatives, struggling artists, aging hippies, gay people and a dog. So far the dog is the only one to make it onto the cover of an international magazine. The rest of us remain stubbornly optimistic. Oh yeah - the mountain is rent stabilized. My blog is a humble attempt to share the world view of my tribe as we battle to hold on to our neighborhood and life as we know it. In the summer of 2009, time/space/resources demanded that we uproot our little clan and move twenty miles north to a place I call Strawberry Fields. Now my tales will focus on our attempt to straddle the time space continuum between these two worlds.....stay tuned.
Interests east village life, humor, sex, feminism, mommyhood, goofing off, alternative energy devices, fiction, non fiction, media, the decline and fall of the american empire as we know it, film, democratization of access to arts and culture, Red Sox, flowers
Favorite Movies Broadway Danny Rose, Laurel Canyon, the Revenge of Job, Moonstruck, Cinema Paradisio, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Best Years of Our Lives, All Charlie Chaplin Films, My Little Village, The Right Stuff, Any Second Rate French Comedy - the list goes on...
Favorite Music Brian Stevens, My son and his dad playing acoustic guitar, Rock, Acoustic, R&B, Power Pop, Jazz, Classical, Vocal, Bluegrass Gospel, Show Tunes, Marching Band Music, Musette, Celtic Music, corny songs I sing to my son to make him fall asleep, anybody singing because it feels good.
Favorite Books There are far too many to mention and I would feel bad if I forgot and left one out in the cold.

What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimming trunks?

Around fifty pounds.