Thursday, July 5, 2007

You know what time it is!


The guy who live downstairs, his name is Brooklyn. Named after his birthplace? Just call me Denver. See....it just doesn't sound right, Denver is for dinosaurs. I read a book in fifth grade called Shoe Bag. Most of the main characters were cockroaches and named after the place they were born. Just a few of them: Drainboard, Frying Pan and Under The Toaster. The story seemed adorable, like the little guys could be my friends...but that was eight years before I had my first terrifying encounter with one. Anyways...back to the original story...I always hear Brooklyn out on his deck, which is directly beneath my window, talking shop on his cell. By shop, I get the idea that he might make music, but definitely makes music videos (of what caliber...not sure). I think they were having some sort of show in the apt. tonight. I just heard Penny rapping over the theme to inspector gadget (actually kind of awesome).

Today Betti Lanucci finally wrote me back from Studio 65/ Giovanni Bianco (the italian design agency that is specifically geared toward high fashion that I told most of you about). She said she would like to set up a time to do another interview w/ me. Shooting for next wednesday, but she hasn't confirmed. So, tonight I'm passing the time trying to learn a little Italian. Ciao.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Gecco:
Sounds like life in the BIG city is going as well as one might expect (after just 5 days anyways).
I doubt that I would fare as well with so-much culture and diversity. I thought your goodbye was supposed to be spelled, "CHOW." (Luckily for me, wickipedia and the internet are just keystrokes away!)
I'm pleased to have a "blogger' for daughter... this is the most-regular communications that we've maintained since you left home for ECU.
My exploits in my new surroundings pale in comparison to yours. Fortunately, we're now only a 3-hour train ride apart which is considerably better than what NW-Denver & Greenville, NC offered us.
Unlike you, I'm not learning any new languages here...unless talking to myself qualifies. I can even read my own mind. How's that for a learned talent?!!

CHOW (from Pennsyl-tucky),
Dad