BirdByBird

So I have this little secret: I really love music.  

Wait? What?!?! I'm not the only one?!?!?! How many more ?'s and !'s can I use in this paragraph... ?!?!?!?...!... 

Ok, I'm done.  

In all seriousness, I love music. More or less my lifeblood. Sounds dramatic but it's so very true. When I was just a babe in the crib, I would sing instead of cry. Just made up my own little tunes to amuse myself while I waited to be rescued from my mini-prison. I never cried. Not once. But I'm also a liar. So there you go.

Seems like I was fashioned in the womb to be a little songbird and I suppose I've dabbled with the idea of making music for many, many years. And with all intents and purposes, gave the four walls of my bedroom a daily serenade. If they could speak, well, they'd probably tell me to clean the cobwebs. And maybe vacuum every now and again. But they might, just might, tell me to stop being such a solitary, hoarding individual and share something.  

In honor of my bedroom walls, this is me sharing with you

To save you the energy needed to ask why the recording sounds so, uh, less than professional, my producer told me to do it. She's kinda crazy and a bit of a perfectionist and sometimes wears her pajamas to work. I think she needs therapy.

Ironically (and I do think this is ironic), I covered a song by a girl who is about 12 years my junior. She is doing what I should have been doing at 16 (I know you're all tabulating my age at this moment). But who really has time for childhood stardom when you're so preoccupied with finding a pair of jeans that are long enough to cover your ankles so you aren't self-conscious about EVERYTHING.

Please, do enjoy.  

Cheers, 

Nat

NewYorkLovesMe

Since we're on the cusp of fall, I thought I would post some photos I took last winter.   

Don't worry, the logic of the last sentence alludes me as well. 

This is J, my brother from another mother. He does not like to have his photo taken. This only makes me want to take as many photos of him as I can. Photography puts a strain on our relationship. 

Too bad he can never get rid of me. Never. Ever.

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New York City has some serious tricks up it's sleeve. It is truly magical... despite the decades of grime impacted on every square inch of tangible surface. Hence, the invention of antibacterial wipes.

Cheers,

Nat

 

RepeatOffender

By this time, I would definitely have accumulated about 15 to life. Guilty and then some, far past three strikes, wondering if I could plea insanity. If all those voices would quit chattering... 

Now before you slowly tiptoe backwards, searching your peripheral for an escape, please indulge my ever-growing desire to create awkward situations... even through written word. I'm merely on my way to making a valid point about the current status of my blogging abilities: non-existent in follow-through. Technically, I'm only consistent in NOT following through. Hence being a repeat offender... of not following through... in case you missed that. 

If I had a much wiser and more vocal clone of myself, she'd probably smack me upside the head regularly while mumbling about the shame of having the same genetic code as this loser (all fingers pointing in my direction). Now, now. Don't get too anxious about feeling sorry for me. Remember, talking about blogging. 

A regular blogging scenario goes something like this:

Ding! Lightbulb!... That's a really good idea... Good idea for a blog... I'm gonna blog about that... Because everybody wants to know about the fantastic blog ideas I come up with while sitting in my pajamas at 2pm... Gotta make sure I have some coffee and snacks... Coffee is a-brewin'... Ugh, all I have is almonds... Boo... Coffee is still a-brewin'... I wonder if I have any more lives on CandyCrush*... Mmmmmm, coffee is done... Cozy up on a lawn chair in the yard... Brainstorm... Check email... Brainstorm... TEXT MESSAGES!!!... Brainstorm... Feeling sleepy... Coffee is lame... Just a short nap... What was I doing before this self-induced grogginess?... Can't remember but I do know I have an episode of Gilmore Girls recorded... And that shiny thing in the corner definitely deserves my undivided attention. 

To amend ever-so slightly, this is merely a template to the various "distracting" cycles I go through. And I generally don't nap in my backyard with this translucent skin. However, as you can see, I am my own worst enemy when it comes to blogging. But since I am the poster child for "Never Give Up" and my business requires that I blog, this is, indeed, another attempt to add to the list of blogging attempts over the last ten years and I am determined to FOLLOW-THROUGH. 

Next step: actually post some photos. 

*Can be replaced with begrudgingly looking at 4,000 new baby photos on Facebook or watching YouTube videos pertaining primarily to conspiracy theories, the Illuminati, and why a certain president is the anti-Christ. True story.**

**I spy, with my little eye, an asterisk in my blog post. Interactive blogging. Boom. 

Cheers,

Nat