May 2012
french 101
There was not a cloud in the sky the other day. It was bright blue and it looked like the city was in front of a flat wall painted bright, bright blue. Our new home is in the Ukranian Village or West Town or a little South of Bucktown. I just sort of say it like a question when people ask since I don’t really know to be exact.
‘So where do you guys live?’ ‘Oh, we live in the Ukranian Village?’ ‘Me...
WatchThis is my nephew as Mercutio in Romeo & Juliet.
call me frenchie.
I’m not really sure why I stopped writing in this blog. I guess I got kind of bored. And I also kind of think that sometimes writing about yourself seems weird. Or superficial. Or like ‘hey! look at me! look what I’m doing! and where I’m going!’ And sometimes I don’t like that attention. It’s also been an incredibly stressful month moving back to Chicago....
i've let you down.
This poor tumblr. He’s been so lonely. Sorry tumblr.
April 2012
March 2012
& hello.
i haven’t written in this thing in years it feels like. and that’s stupid. just plain effing stupid.
right now, i’m typing this from the hyatt regency in buffalo, new york. fran is snoring next to me. remote control in his hand. tv still on. we’ve driven eight hours from boston and driving through to chicago. we bought a house in chicago. it’s an old soda pop...
February 2012
January 2012
must. go. see. that. damn. lake. monster. soon.
i was in new york city for business today. can you picture it? tweed suit. tan overcoat. some type of hat. a perpetual scowl on my face as i have a black leather suitcase attached to my shoulder. no no no. god no. but i did wear a suit coat. and now i’m on my way back to boston. in fact, i sat down on the train and i took off my suit jacket. I untucked my shirt. I rolled up my sleeves. it...
here she is, miss america.
i wonder if they’re will be a ‘.com’ button on keyboards soon. you know, so you don’t have to type out . c o m. ‘.net’ is going to be pissed.
i haven’t been around much. i’ve been wrapped up in redesigning glossed & found. and the first phase is up and running. and so now i’m back to having time to type out useless things on this blog...
cabin mates.
yesterday on the flight back, i had way too much baggage. not in the proverbial sense— just in the fact that i haven’t made a child support payment in a few months and my parole officer has been on my case lately about cleaning up my act.
i kid. i kid.
i had there bags stuffed full. there was one small rolling suitcase filled with christmas presents. and then there was a big rolling...
December 2011
#iusehashtagsasajoke
when i got up sunday morning, there my tap shoes outside our front door. if i used my twitter account more, i’d hashtag that under signofagoodnight.
i found my tap shoes outside my front door this morning #signofagoodnight
i could also possibly hashtag that as #ayyiyi or #storyofmylife or #somethin’sgottagive!
i found my tap shoes outside my front door this morning...
rock my world.
hello, freedom.
i decided to take a drive today. to see plymouth rock. The plymouth rock. the sun was out but it was cold—’very deceiving out there, young man,’ the old woman at the small antique shop said to me. i looked out the window cautiously expecting to see a tall, wiry-limbed man in a green three-piece suit with a pencil mustache selling smelling salts. but she was actually...
Watchoh, and this one too. seriously, she just really kills me!
Watchi just watched this again and you should, too. my mom kills me.
hello!
where have i been?! where the hell have i been?!
well, i’ve been decorating my christmas tree. that’s where. and it’s dawned on me: ‘d. graham kostic, you sure have a whole helluva alotta glassy ornaments.’
so what! it’s festive! it’s the most wonderful time of the year.
i decorated the tree with extremely fragile ornaments and fran did homework for...
Watchfran & i film some words of wisdom to sam & jason, newlyweds.
November 2011
this ends with half the dialogue from a play...
i’m looking for a tropical getaway for fran and i in the winter. sometime early 2012. while we were in new york, waiting to board the train on the way back, i spent thirty dollars on travel magazines in a hudson news. condenast traveler and travel and leisure (turns out i already owned this issue!) and a magazine called Carribean and another one like Island Living or something.
Anyway,...
new thoughts
here’s some free advice to my readers: do not finish a sad book in a chipotle. it’s awkward to cry in front of a plate of tacos during the lunchtime rush.
this past weekend, fran’s mom came to visit. we took her to mount washington in new hampshire. it’s this big mountain named after our first president—the tallest peak in the northeastern united states. coming in at a...