Many, many decades ago, while living in Manhattan, I loved 4:00 AM, the only time of day when pretty much nothing was happening.
This was the time I started being unable to sleep through the night. Occasionally, if I woke up around 4, I’d walk down to the avenue to see the nothingness…
Would be great if for my wellbeing if I could move back…
Neko! You are so damn right on! I share your holiday feelings. No pressure. No buying dumb stuff out of desperation. No driving round in cold pouring rain looking for parking. We’ve got love and that’s all that is needed. You’re the best!
I’m not sure how you manage to keep so many balls in the air (somebody help me with a terrible metaphor), but I cannot express how much your work means to me. I’ve been awed since I first heard you on a bloodshot comp.
I can so relate to this. I have to go into NYC for work a few times a year. I used to love the energy. Now, I just want to hang out with my animals and my son on my little 3 acres in my one stoplight village. I’m over the holidays and my hips hurt. Thank you for taking the time to write this.
Neko, are big Cokes like that one around $10 now? Last time I visited NY, my version of your comfort omlet was my first $17 Ceasar salad at the hotel (anchovies were not included). I did like getting the big slices of pizza or a bagel from the cart vendors.
I love the reflection of your messy coffee table in your office party pic. Mundane things inadvertently captured are where my love of photography and voyeurism intersect. Not in a creepy way, but like oh, there’s Jon Lydon’’s tv remote.
Wishing you a wonderful day at home with all of your furry friends.
Thank you for your newsletter. I always read them, and appreciate the struggles you share. They can be so affirmative and valdating to me. Especially today. I'm glad you are home with your sweeties 💕 and can return to routine with healing solitude. Please stay well. I love your art, but especially your music and words. Thank you for all of the joy your art has given me.
When covid was keeping us confined, I decided to go into the NYC and visit MOMA, after I got vaccinated. The streets were almost empty. A man screaming
nonsensical obscenities wandered out onto 5th Ave. There was a cop standing on the sidewalk
watching the man and he had a half smile on his face and his arms crossed across his chest. He made no attempts to get the man out of the street, because there was no traffic. I watched, standing by myself on the empty sidewalk. It was surreal.
Many, many decades ago, while living in Manhattan, I loved 4:00 AM, the only time of day when pretty much nothing was happening.
This was the time I started being unable to sleep through the night. Occasionally, if I woke up around 4, I’d walk down to the avenue to see the nothingness…
Would be great if for my wellbeing if I could move back…
Neko! You are so damn right on! I share your holiday feelings. No pressure. No buying dumb stuff out of desperation. No driving round in cold pouring rain looking for parking. We’ve got love and that’s all that is needed. You’re the best!
I like buying things for people when something screams their name, you know? Not because it's Christmas
Dear Neko,
I’m not sure how you manage to keep so many balls in the air (somebody help me with a terrible metaphor), but I cannot express how much your work means to me. I’ve been awed since I first heard you on a bloodshot comp.
Love love love a diner omlet, straight up my go to reason for why I live here. Life is good, thanks for the reminders. xx
I can so relate to this. I have to go into NYC for work a few times a year. I used to love the energy. Now, I just want to hang out with my animals and my son on my little 3 acres in my one stoplight village. I’m over the holidays and my hips hurt. Thank you for taking the time to write this.
Almost Winter Solstice and the days are starting to get longer again! ❄️☀️ Love and light to you Neko ❤️
"You are the only you you have".
Beautiful.
(I don't do Xmess either.)
Neko, are big Cokes like that one around $10 now? Last time I visited NY, my version of your comfort omlet was my first $17 Ceasar salad at the hotel (anchovies were not included). I did like getting the big slices of pizza or a bagel from the cart vendors.
I love the reflection of your messy coffee table in your office party pic. Mundane things inadvertently captured are where my love of photography and voyeurism intersect. Not in a creepy way, but like oh, there’s Jon Lydon’’s tv remote.
Wishing you a wonderful day at home with all of your furry friends.
Double love on this one. Also, please please please feature all your animals front and center in your next book. Love hearing about them!
Peace & Love sent your way. There, my gift giving for the season is done. Enjoy!
Thank you for your newsletter. I always read them, and appreciate the struggles you share. They can be so affirmative and valdating to me. Especially today. I'm glad you are home with your sweeties 💕 and can return to routine with healing solitude. Please stay well. I love your art, but especially your music and words. Thank you for all of the joy your art has given me.
I really liked ``the treat of electrocution.'' Bravo.
Thank you for this. As usual, so needed
PS. Thanks for your writing.
When covid was keeping us confined, I decided to go into the NYC and visit MOMA, after I got vaccinated. The streets were almost empty. A man screaming
nonsensical obscenities wandered out onto 5th Ave. There was a cop standing on the sidewalk
watching the man and he had a half smile on his face and his arms crossed across his chest. He made no attempts to get the man out of the street, because there was no traffic. I watched, standing by myself on the empty sidewalk. It was surreal.