was anybody gonna tell me that halsey street is a friggin HILL before i took an analog citibike up it?
and by hill i mean aggressive incline but hill makes you feel more sympathetic towards me
We’re starting this week off with a nice poem I found by Sandra Cisneros:
That’s something I’ve been trying to focus on — taking me time. Being okay with spending time by myself. Looking at the moon. I have literally never seen the moon in my life. Have absolutely no idea what it looks like.
Recently, in order to take more me time, I’ve been citibiking everywhere. Like e v e r y w h e r e. It’s been great. I get places faster, but I get to do it by myself. And I’m getting SO STRONG. Can probably pick up anything now. Can also probably kick a train and make it move. I won’t tell you how I know this.
Citibiking has been so relaxing. The e-bikes are a privilege, especially when I’m heading to work in the morning, but the ANALOGS!! Those babies make me work HARD. Last night, I took an analog from Bedstuy to Bushwick, but I took it down Halsey, which NO ONE TOLD ME IS A MOUNTAIN. There was a moment in the ride when I looked ahead of me and the road was actually going up towards the sky. I was verbally motivating myself, saying Ok, Kerry, this is nothing. You can do this. It’s just one block and then another block and then one more block. And then it’s flat. Just like good ol Chicago. Just like home. And it worked. I made it. And then I couldn’t walk up my stairs. Well, I could, but my thighs were telling me that it wasn’t a good idea. But I didn’t want to fall back down the stairs and into the fiery pits of the Bushwick rats, so all I can say is … the calves were mooing.
But then I made it inside and took a shower and felt GREAT. Superb. That was nothing! Halsey is just an incline! Don’t be dramatic! It was basically a speed bump. So there we go I love citibiking I love being active I love exercising and I’m not afraid to say it I’m not afraid to keep that a secret this city has NOTHING on me. So there we go.
Fall hit New York like a tree this past week. One day it was 80 degrees, and the next it was 51. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I wore shorts and a sweatshirt — a famously gorgeous combo. It was a very hot summer, so I have no complaints about the sudden drop in temperature. It’s needed. No more air conditioner, yall! My electric bill is about to GROUNDROCKET. Instead of skyrocket. Just a little poetry for ya.
It’s thweatuh weathuh, folks. Put on a knit sweater, read a book, don’t watch the Jeffrey Dahmer show, drink some tea, buy some new Costco socks, watch the Jeffrey Dahmer show if you want to. Get. Ready. For. Fall. Baby. It’s almost October, and you know what that means: it’s almost the year anniversary of my parents’ divorce! Whoops, typo I mean it’s almost Halloween! What are we all being for Halloween? No responses? So we’re being ghosts? Oh, wait the other day I thought of an incredible thing to tell Colin Jost to be for Halloween. He should be Colin Ghost. Are you kidding me? Why has no one said that to him, yet? Scarlett Johansson, let’s get it together.
So I started watching the new Jeffrey Dahmer show and then I did this thing where I stopped watching it. It is toooooo gruesome and disturbing. I’m all for scary movies and shows and learning about the occasional serial killer, but there’s something about this show that feels very not good. I know you’re thinking, Kerry, it’s because it’s about a cannibalistic serial killer from the good ol state of Wisconsin, and no, it’s not that. It almost feels wrong to watch a show where they show real-life victims becoming victims. Not very chill. And an actual cannibal that was alive in the nineties? Are you kidding? And got away with it for a while? Are you kidding again? This show is horrifying, and not even Evan Peters can convince me to continue it. Not even Molly Ringwald can convince me. No one in this cast can tell me what to do. I am independent. I am getting super strong. And I am brave. Just a little bit of prose there for ya.
I don’t have much more to say this week, but I did think it’d be kinda cute to give y’all a vegan pesto recipe that I made this week that was pretty tasty, so here ya go:
⅔ cup pine nuts
¼ cup olive oil
10 green olives
1 tsp crushed garlic
⅓ cup nutritional yeast
1 cup fresh basil leaves
1 cup baby spinach leaves
½ tsp sea salt
¼ tsp black pepper
lightly roast pine nuts in a pan, stirring reg
add everything to food processor
make-uh the pasta
voila
movie rec: Pearl if you’re interested in a spooky time
book rec: Woman Without Shame by Sandra Cisneros
selfy rec: me on a citibike
Okay, everybody. I have to go. I have business to attend to. My “H” key on my computer keeps typing double Hs and it’s really exhausting me so I can’t continue thihs newsletter today OH MY GOD it just did it with that word there’s the proof. It doesn’t even make sense. I’ll let Chher take it away oHH MY GOD: