Monthly Archives: December 2013

Home hunting

Hey Hart Beat. There must be something in the air but I’ve been doing a lot of organizing in my apartment lately and it has me doing some research for image inspiration. I’m thinking that once I get the apartment in tip-top shape I will share some images of it here on Hart Beat. Until then, what do you think of this redesign? I am loving the use of the wood and integration of the original house. What do you say, Hart Beat? Move to Austria with me?

Crazy, Part Two

Hi Hart Beat. Last March I went through a huge Patsy Cline kick. I even wrote a post dedicated to one of my favorite songs, written by my favorite Willie Nelson and sung by Patsy Cline. Almost one year later I give you The Kills singing “Crazy,” maybe even better than Patsy herself.

The Kills recording an acoustic version of “Crazy”
I’m crazy for feeling so lonely
I’m crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you’d love me as long as you waned
And then some day
You’d leave me for somebody new

Biking fashion

Hi Hart Beat. I’m back in Brooklyn tonight, voila. I love coming back home to my apartment and my neighborhood here. Tada! One of my favorite parts of coming home to this borough is being able to ride my bike again. Since I’m back in city mouse territory tonight I thought we could look through some biking fashion pictures. I mean, really Hart Beat. If something like “biking fashion” pictures were ever to exist they would be here here on the blog. That was a little joke.

I’ll be seeing you – A short story and a song

Merry Christmas, Hart Beat! Not that all my family has gone to bed, the flurry of Merry Christmas texts are sent, and the fire is dying out, I thought it would be a good time to post something to you. Christmas at home is always so comforting and relaxing. For example, tonight after eating and talking all day my family watched a double feature (My Cousin Vinny and Fargo). Boom. Relaxation at it’s best.

This song here is one of my all time favorites. It’s one that I always go back to no matter what time of year and no matter what time of year. I actually wrote a short story about the song while taking a creative writing class in Spain. I translated it a while back too so I thought for the first time I would put some of my writing here too.

 May 2011

            The dream started with you. We were walking together in a huge city that was Madrid and at the same time not at all. It was a strange place that I didn’t recognize. You took my hand.

            Everyone else walking was happy and knew us. A band played in the street, performing oldies, like Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald. You took my other hand in yours and began to slow dance with me to the end of the street. “I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places” floated through the streets and carried us far. It was if we lived in this street, in this dream, in this day forever.

            In a moment, everything changed. We were running in a world of chaos. I didn’t know why we were running but I felt horror and I screamed in panic. There was an enormous storm with a raging tornado that was taking people one by one off of the earth. I was so afraid. I didn’t want to die.

            Billie Holiday’s song played and I realized that I didn’t know where my family was. I had left them when the storm started. I had left them before we were dancing in the street. You looked into my eyes as the storm approached and motioned that we needed to do something to prepare for the damage. Billie Holiday sang again, “I’ll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new,” and I tried to explain that we shouldn’t separate. Just then the wind blew through and I couldn’t see anything.

            All of a sudden the storm stopped and it was silent. You weren’t with me. I sat alone on the floor in a hallway made entirely of mirrors. I was so sad and all I could see was my sunken face and hallowed eyes reflected over and over again in the reflections of the mirrors. The only thing I had left were my empty hands and a song that played over and over again in my head, “I’ll be looking at the moon but I’ll be seeing you.”

“I’ll Be Seeing You” by Billie Holiday

P.S. I also can’t listen to this now without hearing David Sedaris sing his impression of Billie Holiday from the story “Giant Dreams, Midget Responsibilities” from Me Talk Pretty One Day. This man, steals my soul in the best way possible. He has cursed Billie Holiday for me.

The Man’s Guide To Love: We are the result of love

Happy Christmas Eve, Hart Beat! Tonight before you all go off to celebrate this beautiful night I wanted to share with you one of my favorite sites about love to browse. The series is called “The Man’s Guide to Love“and the premise is the artist travels all over the country and ask men this simple question; “If you had one piece of advice that you’d give another man about love, what would it be?” The answers are then published on the website every day. This video bellow of Alain and is one of my all time favorites of the series. Merry Christmas loves!

“Love is the beginning. 
It’s the end and it’s even the middle. 
That is to say, without love nothing exists. 
One enters the world with love. 
Because if there isn’t love between the father and mother, between a man and a woman, well, then neither you, nor me, 
we wouldn’t be here. 
So if we are here we are the result of love.”

My oh my, dress details

Hi Hart Beat. Happy almost Christmas! I love this time of year, and I especially love being home seeing my family and their new puppy. One of the best parts about Christmas is that it means New Years is right around the corner. For the past few New Years Eve’s I’ve been celebrating in Brooklyn, but this year I’m really excited to head up to Boston for the night to celebrate. Last week I got a dress to wear, and oh Hart Beat, it’s the kind of dress that I dream about. I don’t want to show you the whole thing lest ruin the surprise, but I will show you a great detail it has. The New Years dress I got is thrown in here with a bunch of other dress detailing I love. Happy almost Christmas Hart Beat!

Two years

Hi Hart Beat. Happy full moon! It’s so beautiful outside here in Brooklyn. It’s so warm I can’t believe that it’s the winter solstice today. Not only does that mean the shortest day of the year is here (boo), but it’s also the third anniversary of this blog! Happy two years Hart Beat! Crazy world. Going back and reading some of the early posts from a few years ago is one of the weirdest experiences. I can’t believe how much has happened in these past years. I really wouldn’t be here without all of you who helped out at the very beginning. There is so much blog love going out to all of you lovely people.

Here today, I give you one of my mom and my favorite songs. Happy two years!!
“Midnight Train To Georgia” by Gladys Night & The Pips

I forget the rest, a poem

Hey Hart Beat. I’ve been going through a lot of old tumblr and blog posts the last couple of days and I keep finding these miscellaneous quotes. Often time I love the saying so much I want to share it with you immediately here but when I go to find the source it’s often misquoted or attributed to the wrong person. This Walt Whitman quote is just the case. “We were together. I forgot the rest.” What a great line, unfortunately/ fortunately the poem bellow is where the tumblr image originally came from. Either way I love the sentiment and I hope you do too, Hart Beat.

Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
by Walt Whitman

Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met
there who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

A dream ocean house

Hi Hart Beat. Isn’t this the most beautiful house you’ve ever seen? The house, like all epic estates, is named Clingstone. How appropriate, right? The 103 old house is perched on a small island in Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay. The house has 23 rooms on three stories that all radiate off a center hall. Even better, there are ten bedrooms that all have beautiful views of the ocean. These pictures are unbelievable, I’m in love. 

All photos and information from The New York Times.

Brooklyn’s Aly Tadros

Hi Hart Beat. I am so happy to share this song with you tonight. This is one of my favorites lately, and the best part? Aly Tadros is a fellow Brooklyn resident! We actually met last spring in the my Brooklyn running group and ever since looking her music up after meeting, I can’t stop listening. Not only is Aly an amazing artist but also the nicest person ever. This year Aly and fellow musician Ben Balmer released the song “Whim” that they co-wrote together. I am floored Hart Beat, I love this song so much. Aly’s playing in Manhattan on Saturday night, who wants to come with?

“Whim (featuring Ben Balmer)” by Aly Tadros