tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25285583594901732992011-07-28T16:01:05.328-04:00I'm a writer, a painter, a thinker, a dreamer, a procrastinator, and an idiot.Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-55583613530264699092009-10-22T10:54:00.003-04:002009-10-22T11:02:27.529-04:00

I haven't posted anything since June.I should be disappointed in myself....And I am.Trust me.Let's start off by saying that things have changed quite a bit. I took a small hiatus and hit the road for a while. I wrote some great new material until my fingers hurt. (I also wrote plenty of terrible material, but that kind of comes with the territory.) I took pictures of anything and everything and

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-68921630015490826802009-06-10T13:56:00.002-04:002009-06-10T14:06:56.480-04:00

Sitting on my couch, wondering what happens next.I traveled all around the country stopping at some of my favorite places and making a point to visit cities that have been on my list for as long as I can remember.Colorado Springs, San Diego, Seattle, Austin, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Albany, Boston, and Chicago.Why the hell did I come back to New York again? I can't quite

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-40110956407939233582009-04-08T01:56:00.001-04:002009-04-08T01:58:12.463-04:00

Hey there, kiddies.Just got back from an interesting "vacation". (Been traveling like mad ever since I officially got laid off from my job. Or should I say, the company went out of business.)Sorry for the slight disappearance. Will report soon. Have MUCH to tell.Hope all is well.;)

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-4853775428459467102009-02-10T16:25:00.003-05:002009-02-10T16:55:37.872-05:00

So, Long story short: I slept with one of my brother's friends. Twice. Over the past three weeks. I'm only freaking out about it because I know that of all of my brother's single friends (and there aren't many) I know, should my brother ever catch wind of it, he would be most pissed about this particular friend.Both were drunken hook ups, and while I would never do it again, I would totally do it

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-66046268001041299112009-01-19T14:15:00.005-05:002009-01-19T15:11:26.199-05:00

DC went snowboarding this past weekend. Good times were had, as expected. Three out of four days were spent snowboarding in the beautiful mountains of Vermont, freezing our asses off. The remaining day was spent playing ice hockey with a bunch of guys we met in the lodge on our first night there. This is where I learned that not only do I not know how to ice skate very well, but that getting

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-56078141994868866842008-12-31T10:14:00.002-05:002008-12-31T10:38:18.226-05:00

Original plans of attending Times Square tonight were squashed when I learned that with the snow, heavy winds, and low temperatures it would actually feel about ZERO DEGREES out tonight. So I opted for option number two.House party at a friend's. Local. Which is sometimes nice. No worries about transportation, etc. Semi-nice attire, champagne bottles popping at midnight, free beer, watching the

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-4895558248356899642008-12-23T15:03:00.002-05:002008-12-23T15:05:05.509-05:00

You sang sad songs in my earAnd wondered why I didn't smile.Thinking that sad songsWere the way to my heart.You poked fun at my artAnd wondered why I wasn't laughing.Thinking that mocking meWouldn't tear us apart.You tell me we're friendsBut tell your friends different.Saying that you can't live without meI say "ditto"And then you doubt me.As if to mimic HoudiniYou disappear without a trace.Your

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-23413239865334805442008-12-19T09:35:00.003-05:002008-12-19T09:37:55.033-05:00

You fade in and out Like a star whose level of brightness can only be measured When you're not looking directly at it.You clog my brain With thoughts of your cynicism And with your ability to wash out important things With unimportant things As if to cleanse yourself of anything That would ever truly make you happy.(Disregarding things that cannot be labeled, Because labels are what make the

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-69508046429699509882008-12-08T09:18:00.005-05:002008-12-08T11:30:44.728-05:00

So it's Saturday night and I'm out for a drink with some friends. Trying to maintain somewhat of a social life on Long Island isn't easy. Especially since the only people that are here are the ones I went to high school with. (Thankfully, there are a few I don't mind seeing/hanging with.)We headed to the local pub because it's cheap, close to home, we LOVE the bartender, and Saturday night

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-31818562630099473102008-11-17T11:10:00.000-05:002008-11-17T11:11:22.141-05:00

"...Pushing you away before you walk away, hurts a lot less in the end." These words have passed through my lips, entered your ears, and appeared to have registered with your brain. I have been fooled. Either these words did not register, or you tricked me into opening up to you.Dick.You begged and pleaded, practically got down on your knees and cried at my feet. You were eager to gain the

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-90078687362660460532008-11-06T23:19:00.004-05:002008-11-07T09:31:35.126-05:00

October 27th came and went as it does every year. Of my twenty-something years I can clearly remember fourteen of those October 27ths.I have bittersweet sentiments regarding Autumn. The changing of the leaves, slight chill in the air, clear sunsets. It's my favorite time of year. But with that cold chill comes memories. Some good, most bad. I know that things would be different today had things

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-57357458213739653782008-10-31T14:49:00.003-04:002008-10-31T15:02:47.030-04:00

My phone has officially crapped out. It's not entirely the phone's fault. In a mad rush to leave my meeting over the weekend (which went REALLY well by the way) and hop on the next subway downtown, I dropped my phone in a puddle at E65th and Third.Awesome.[Sorry to those I had plans with/was trying to make plans with/promised phone calls that never occured. Had I not been such a fucktard, shit

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-24283095922586849572008-10-13T09:57:00.001-04:002008-10-13T10:00:38.076-04:00

Dean is back in good 'ole New York. And back to work as well. (God, I did NOT miss this place, that's for sure.) The trip went well. A little hectic with somewhat of a tight schedule.Because I have much work to do and not a lot of time to do it, I'm going to make this short and sweet:I got offered a contract. Yup, a contract. If I sign the paperwork, they publish my book. And maybe one day you

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-40094183187863269982008-10-09T11:59:00.002-04:002008-10-09T12:14:38.704-04:00

I'm leaving for Atlanta tomorrow morning to find my fate.I've got "Under Pressure" (Queen ft. David Bowie) playing in my head right now. And I can't help but smile.No matter the outcome, no matter how anxious I am, I am thrilled to see what the world (or one publisher) really thinks of my life and my work. A memoir of a mess. (Not the title, but it pretty much sums it all up!)For those of you

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-71526785434654302032008-10-02T15:53:00.002-04:002008-10-02T15:56:54.933-04:00

I am alive, kids. Sorry for the absence.An Update:Work is crazy right now. With New York looking like it might turn into rubble any day now, the stock market dropping rapidly on an hourly basis, banks folding and small businesses getting crushed, I have been on office lock-down. Someone's got to make sure we stay up and running! We're losing clients and aren't getting paid by others. We had a few

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-30119706046232700802008-09-30T09:41:00.003-04:002008-10-01T15:58:37.303-04:00

Long story short: I had a best friend growing up. I mean best friend. We've known each other since we were born and did everything together. We were the odd couple. Cute little, Lynne and her sweet, innocent smile and matching personality. Me? Rude, crude tomboy with an in-your-face attitude and no regard for rules or authority. And yet we were each other's perfect match.Inseparable. That is,

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-11398286488916716682008-09-26T09:39:00.002-04:002008-09-26T10:04:01.711-04:00

Been looking for that spot. You know, where I fit in this universe.It's funny, I never really gave it much thought before. But lately, I can't seem to get it out of my head.Am I destined to be who and where I am today? Working two/three/four jobs? Living in a great place... alone. Dreaming of fantastic adventures in various different countries, but settling for weekend trips to Atlanta, Boston,

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-22571105662707991862008-09-16T14:10:00.003-04:002008-09-16T15:44:43.168-04:00

West Coast travels: Flight from JFK to San Francisco.My sister had a panic attack at the airport (despite the Valium that was so graciously given to her from a family friend who - for reasons I'd rather not know - has a bottle of them at home). She decides she's "not going to California" but assures her husband and myself that we'll have a great time and she'll gladly pick us up from the airport

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-22444888506574507032008-09-15T15:46:00.002-04:002008-09-15T15:51:21.643-04:00

...What I wouldn't give to be back in California or Vegas right now instead of in my office doing damage control and playing referee.Only 16 days until my trip to Atlanta. (Original trip got pushed back two weeks.) Short trip, but it's not work, so I'm alright with it.Approximately six months until my trip to India. That should be a good one. I'll be gone for about 3 weeks and undoubtedly missing

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-13777920836285806122008-09-06T01:43:00.002-04:002008-09-06T01:48:48.589-04:00

Current Location: Hotel Suite in the Paris CasinoCurrent Mood: Fucking shocked.Current Outfit: The skimpiest thing I've ever worn. (Something involving A LOT of skin, some glitter, tight materials, and heels bigger than my head.)Current Financial Situation: A few grand more than I came here with. Fuck yea.Will update fully when I'm a tad on the sober side. (Note: My liver packed up and went home

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-71256169508217866022008-08-22T15:10:00.001-04:002008-08-22T15:15:31.102-04:00

The City Cynic is getting more and more cynical as the days go by. I'll be the first to admit it, I've been very bitter (even more bitter than normal) this past week. My boss is all over my ass. And not in a sexual way. The IRS is trying to rape me of hard earned money I've received from side jobs. (1099 What? Yea... I'm new at this.)Let's review the logic.I do a side job. (Painting murals and/or

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-38113877121910031372008-08-08T11:10:00.002-04:002008-08-15T13:28:04.758-04:00

Headed back to the old homestead again last weekend for the Metro New York Balloon Festival. Three days of music, monster trucks, helicopter rides, hot air balloons in the shape of Darth Vader's helmet, the Energizer Bunny, and a T-Rex with WWF wrestlers, vendors galore, some good rock cover bands, a beer tent fully stocked with Sam Adams Summer and Heine, and a little bit of hip hop.This year,

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-5200530884181305572008-08-01T14:10:00.003-04:002008-08-01T14:37:57.059-04:00

Reading a post by BB (http://blog.thebrooklynboy.net/2008/07/coffee-and-curses-brief-wondrous-life.html) who happens to be my favorite blogger... Got me thinking about my own life and relationships, lack thereof, destruction of, and denial of.*********************An interview with Dean. By Dean. In Dean's crazy head. (Try to follow, kids.)Have you ever been in love? Yes. [No hesitation] Are you

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-77195305726753503142008-08-01T10:56:00.002-04:002008-08-01T11:00:38.718-04:00

CreativitySparking ElectricityIgniting ProductivityProvoking Convoluted Simplicity.SensitivityShaping DurabilityConquering ElasticityMocking Absent Connectivity.DeniabilityRejecting VulnerabilityInsisting ContinuityInviting Unprejudiced Fluidity.Results?UnyieldingUn-ShieldingRelentlessEmotionallyHandicappedSonOfABitch.Me.

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-83574987905313530672008-07-29T13:32:00.003-04:002008-07-29T14:28:02.588-04:00

So I went back to the old stomping grounds a few weekends ago. (Did I even tell you about this?) Claire and I headed out to an infamous bar near the old homestead to have a mini high school reunion. Some of our old classmates were not invited, but sure enough were there in perfect attendance making me wish I was cutting class again and not seeing their faces and hearing their stories. Ahh... The

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-64114780821157534482008-07-25T15:58:00.002-04:002008-07-25T16:05:36.055-04:00

Yea, I went to Bonnaroo. I went to Siren Fest this past weekend (not quite the same). I've been to Woodstock, a few Warped Tours, a few OzzFests, and one Asbury Music Festival.But you know I have a problem when I have had a vacation to the west coast planned for a year, and just five weeks away, I am changing my entire vacation around to make sure I am there for a three day concert at a park.San

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-92173025525286553572008-07-22T10:40:00.004-04:002008-07-22T15:19:30.077-04:00

How to win over this cold-hearted, tough-exterior-wearing, thick-headed, guarded, bastard child of Satan. (Other wise known at me.)1.) Bring me to a Mets game. No, I don't need to sit in box seats. I'll sit in nose bleed, I don't care. It also doesn't have to be Mets/Yanks (though it's obviously preferable). Cheer with me. Actually give a damn about the sport.2.) Make me laugh. And laugh with me.

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-7679041359734364522008-07-18T13:02:00.005-04:002008-07-18T15:38:11.966-04:00

....Because I can't tell.So I work with this kid. We're close in age and have some similar interests. Mets. Good beer. Live music. Nothing too specific.We're acquaintances, that's about it. We've gone out for drinks together once or twice, always with other people, but that's all. Once in a blue moon he will drunk text me. (Drunk texting, gotta love it. The new generation’s version of drunk

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-5791684896655987542008-07-01T16:54:00.002-04:002008-07-01T17:24:43.875-04:00

I admit it, I sum people up by a glance, a look, their clothes, their hair, but most often: by their drink of choice.Sitting down in an Irish Pub in Manhattan, watching the Mets battle it out with the Yankees for the fourth time in three days, I'm thrilled. Baseball is the greatest gift given to man (and woman).Nancy sits on a bar stool (my only female friend who not only watches baseball, but

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-66046195412918830972008-06-18T14:29:00.003-04:002008-06-18T15:01:41.631-04:00

I went to Bonnaroo this past weekend. ((Music and Arts Festival in Manchester, Tennessee.)) Check it. www.bonnaroo.com35 - Hours in a car.26 - Watched bands/artists perform.8 - Cases of beer (on my own).6 - Hours of sleep.5 - Meals consumed.3 - Bottles of SPF 85.2 - Toes broken.1 - Lost pair of sunglasses.All in five and a half days.I had the time of my life.[Note: when given the opportunity,

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-80622252605136842562008-06-03T09:24:00.000-04:002008-06-03T09:26:05.133-04:00

Growing up in my house was interesting. My mom was sick for most of my younger years. Being the youngest of three children, I was Daddy’s little girl, though not the little princess. I was always a bit of a tomboy and enjoyed helping my dad with construction projects around the house. I have also always been independent by nature and refused to let people convince me I couldn’t do things for

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-72731678804649181252008-05-28T11:43:00.004-04:002008-05-28T12:28:27.029-04:00

I work Monday-Friday to pay the bills. I run an office during the work week. I have a new assistant who is not great at what she does, but I love her to death. She's young, inexperienced, a bit clumsy, but works her ass off. My boss is mildly retarded. Alright, fine. He just has ADHD. But combine that with lack of medication and running a business and you get me; the head on his shoulders.

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-54883274482944730962008-05-23T11:58:00.003-04:002008-05-23T12:04:24.805-04:00

...And it's not my phone number.There is year-long contest for the worst "seal the deal" lines a man could use on a woman. I think I may have met the top ten finalists in the last six months alone.Counting 'em down!1.) First there was Adrian. The handsome executive. He wasn't really my type, but seemed nice enough. Until... "You should come to Paris with me. You'd love it there! Not like my wife.

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-55693206428066775312008-05-22T14:31:00.000-04:002008-05-22T14:44:05.914-04:00

I will always give up my seat to someone one the subway who needs it more than I do. Someone older than me, someone with child(ren), someone carrying bags that most likely total or exceed their body weight or someone who just looks like they've had the day/week/year from hell.As I got off the subway this afternoon, heading back to the office after a lunch meeting the rain had just started to come

Deanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11330508559702115268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528558359490173299.post-68795891434743395022008-05-20T12:03:00.000-04:002008-05-20T12:58:07.078-04:00

I had my bag stolen two weeks ago right off my lap. [Note to self: No matter how drunk you are, Stay awake on the F train. Fucktard.]Bag contents: One (1) Expired New York Driver's License (My only form of photo identification), One (1) LG enV in Orange w/ approximately 500 (important) work contacts and/or e-mails, One (1) Sony CyberShot Digital Camera in Silver, Two (2) Bank Debit Cards w/

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