The so lovely Noni Culotta came to NYC and began playing her music at the Antagonist Monday music nights, called Alphabet City Soup. She's now won the Brooklyn Brewery's contest sending her to Sweden!
Way to keep that artistic dream alive girl!
Showing posts with label Marissa's Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marissa's Stories. Show all posts
Friday, August 9, 2013
Monday, April 5, 2010
Rat Houses - 2 weeks later
Have a little respect for the rats!
2 weeks ago we spent a few hours in Tompkins Square Park, showing off the rat houses that several of our artists made. People were really great, asking all sorts of questions and taking pictures and everything. A few days later, we set up the houses in an empty lot on 14th street and let them be exposed to the elements!
We initially thought that after a few days, they would be removed, by either the city or by people stealing them, or something. And that partially did happen. A few of the houses have now been appropriated by new owners, Ethan's capitol building, Un's rat cafe, and Jeramy's log cabin have all gone off to live elsewhere.
The rest of the houses remain however, and still look fairly decent, even after some inclement weather. We even have a new addition to the group, someone set up a beaten guitar case and gave it the name, "The Hard Rat Cafe". Someone else cut a hole in the fence for easy access, so people can actually stroll in and out of the open lot as they please.
Check out the situation as of this afternoon! And go take a look at these houses, it doesn't look like the city has any intention of removing them (or really any knowledge OF them). 14th St. between 2nd and 3rd Aves.
2 weeks ago we spent a few hours in Tompkins Square Park, showing off the rat houses that several of our artists made. People were really great, asking all sorts of questions and taking pictures and everything. A few days later, we set up the houses in an empty lot on 14th street and let them be exposed to the elements!
We initially thought that after a few days, they would be removed, by either the city or by people stealing them, or something. And that partially did happen. A few of the houses have now been appropriated by new owners, Ethan's capitol building, Un's rat cafe, and Jeramy's log cabin have all gone off to live elsewhere.
The rest of the houses remain however, and still look fairly decent, even after some inclement weather. We even have a new addition to the group, someone set up a beaten guitar case and gave it the name, "The Hard Rat Cafe". Someone else cut a hole in the fence for easy access, so people can actually stroll in and out of the open lot as they please.
Check out the situation as of this afternoon! And go take a look at these houses, it doesn't look like the city has any intention of removing them (or really any knowledge OF them). 14th St. between 2nd and 3rd Aves.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Another Boring Drug Story
My first time doing weed was completely accidental.
I was in the theatre in high school and every year the advanced students would go to a festival type thing up at Western Washington University. Some of the actors would show scenes and such. I was not an actor, but I went because I was in the class and I did other stuff. Like directing and shit.
We stayed in a hotel and roomed with a group of 4 or so. I don't remember at all who was in my actual room, but on one of the nights (probably a friday) we were all getting ruckus in our rooms. You know how high school kids are, let them run loose and they wreak havoc.
I ended up hanging out in a room with Taylor, Hilary and Katie. For the sake of discretion I won't give last names, although I highly doubt they read this. All three of them are actors and I was never really great friends with any of them, so how we came to be in the same room is still a mystery to me.
I was a good kid in high school, I played sports, didn't drink or do drugs, so while everyone else was busy drinking the beers and vodka that had been smuggled into the hotel, I was sitting in the room having a very odd conversation with these three (all drunk to one extent or another) about tattoos and who knows what. Taylor and I compared tattoos and reveled in the fact that we were two of the very few kids in school who had them.
We were talking about something when we get a knock on the door and another theatre buddy, Matan walks in. He has a small handful of brownies. Of course we all jump at the chance to have one. Stuffing them into our mouths, Matan smiles and heads back out the door.
Maybe half an hour later my head starts feeling a little dizzy and I began to get super talkative. The rest of them seem to be having the same issues. I don't feel sick but I do kinda feel like I was dancing outside of my body. It wasn't horrible, but still unnerving. The four of us spent the better part of two hours crammed into one bed telling stories about our childhoods and comparing the same tattoos over and over again.
This is when I figure out that I was the only one of the group who had rushed for a brownie, thinking I was just going to get a sugar and chocolate rush. They totally knew. I totally didn't.
-marissa
I was in the theatre in high school and every year the advanced students would go to a festival type thing up at Western Washington University. Some of the actors would show scenes and such. I was not an actor, but I went because I was in the class and I did other stuff. Like directing and shit.
We stayed in a hotel and roomed with a group of 4 or so. I don't remember at all who was in my actual room, but on one of the nights (probably a friday) we were all getting ruckus in our rooms. You know how high school kids are, let them run loose and they wreak havoc.
I ended up hanging out in a room with Taylor, Hilary and Katie. For the sake of discretion I won't give last names, although I highly doubt they read this. All three of them are actors and I was never really great friends with any of them, so how we came to be in the same room is still a mystery to me.
I was a good kid in high school, I played sports, didn't drink or do drugs, so while everyone else was busy drinking the beers and vodka that had been smuggled into the hotel, I was sitting in the room having a very odd conversation with these three (all drunk to one extent or another) about tattoos and who knows what. Taylor and I compared tattoos and reveled in the fact that we were two of the very few kids in school who had them.
We were talking about something when we get a knock on the door and another theatre buddy, Matan walks in. He has a small handful of brownies. Of course we all jump at the chance to have one. Stuffing them into our mouths, Matan smiles and heads back out the door.
Maybe half an hour later my head starts feeling a little dizzy and I began to get super talkative. The rest of them seem to be having the same issues. I don't feel sick but I do kinda feel like I was dancing outside of my body. It wasn't horrible, but still unnerving. The four of us spent the better part of two hours crammed into one bed telling stories about our childhoods and comparing the same tattoos over and over again.
This is when I figure out that I was the only one of the group who had rushed for a brownie, thinking I was just going to get a sugar and chocolate rush. They totally knew. I totally didn't.
-marissa
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