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Write with your heart first

Then write with your brain second.


I like to write my first draft with my heart. I want my raw thoughts an emotions on the page in a semblance of a narrative. I typically go off on wild tangents about something that strikes into my mind and that may be bad for some things, but it is also a part of who I am.

I used to think my grammar needed to be perfect. I thought my thoughts needed to be original.

I no longer think at first because it hindered me. There is a part of my brain working below the veneer of aesthetics and manners that is more instinctual. I often catch myself doing things in a certain way or making particular choices because of my subconscious, which in turn is the part of our brain that I think our proverbial heart powers.


To let words flow without care for judgement is harder than some might think. Letting fingers loose upon a blank page of pixels or cellulosic is a skill that needs to be practiced. Creativity knows no bounds, but in the raw form it is useless much like petroleum. Refinement of this raw product is essential for making anything practical or useful.


That is why we have the second draft. To refine. To think. To add or remove where necessary.


The refinement is however limited to the quality of the starting materials. If the starting material is shit then the refined product will be just a better version of that shit.


This was a first draft.


Missed Connections – Final

Here’s the last bit of missed connections I wrote. Didn’t quite finish them because I think I was sick of writing them. The theme is too consistent of people just being dumb.

Missed Person

3/27/2013 person4afternoons

Fried French cut potatoes and hot pizza wafting down the street from the bar combined with the smell of hops and yeast from the full beers sitting at the tables with the warm light of a late afternoon bathing everyone in warmth. Angelic laughter with the angry sounds of traffic behind us while we watched basketball highlights on the outdoor televisions



3/28/2013 m4w

We were at whole foods between oranges and kiwis looking for the last remaining Carambola and we both found it at the same time. You let me have it as I said it wasn’t for me, but my daughter. You had a yoga mat slung over your shoulder and a basket full of veggies and you reminded me of a modern day Greek Indian goddess. My daughter decided she hated the Carambola since it wasn’t the kind that her mom gets her in Sri Lanka, but maybe she would like it if you were around to give it to her for the other half of the year?



3/29/2013 m4m

I was walking home late at night from the bar and I was pretty drunk. I could barely see straight and noticed that I was being followed by these two guys. I realized that the streets were empty and I was in a remote part of Queens and then I started running because I was scared. I heard these guys start to run after me. I was scared out of my mind then out of nowhere you appeared and were running next to me. You told me to stop and let’s see what these guys wanted. They wanted our wallets and you decided to just kick their asses or something. I was so drunk I didn’t realize what happened until you took their wallets gave them to me and told me to run all the way home. I woke up the next morning with a bunch of cash and gift cards. Thank you for saving me.

Missed Connections – 3











Here’s Part 3:

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3/20/2013 w4w

Dear Charlotte,


We went on one through meeting on Ok Cupid and it was the worst. You had picked out this museum to go to and half the exhibits were closed due to construction. When we got outside it started raining out of nowhere and neither of us had umbrellas or rain jackets so we got soaked running to a restaurant who said we either had to sit down and eat or leave and go back out into the rain.


The place was pretty expensive and all I could do was complain about how shitty the rain was and how I had just gotten my hair done and how bad the food was that we were eating. You didn’t seem to mind externally, but as you walked me to my subway stop you tried to kiss me at the end and I turned at the last minute so that all you got was my cheek. You just looked at me in disbelief after what I now realize was a pretty full day. You told me I was the worst person you had met recently and you had only been in the city for a few months.


I tried calling to apologize, but you don’t answer my calls or texts and you deleted your profile online. Please get back to me. I’m sorry I was so horrible.





3/21/2013 m4m

You were at this party that my friend had dragged me too and I felt like I was crashing the shit out of it, but they had kegs and I wasn’t about to turn away free beer. You were standing over in this corner of the party in a very tailored gray suit, bright green gingham shirt, and some cool black rimmed glasses. You literally looked like you had just walked off a GQ photo shoot.


We made eye contact a few times during the night and you even brushed by me and grabbed my ass, but my friend was throwing up in the bathroom after some guy made her do five shots of whiskey in a row. I had to go take care of her and when I came back out you were gone and the kegs were tapped.


Tell me where the party was and what I was wearing if you’re reading this and decide you want to get in touch.



3/22/2013 w4everyone

To all you people writing on here try to have some more self confidence in your life. Seriously. If you see someone across the room looking good or if you make eye contact a bunch with someone go over and say hello and smile and chat them up. Maybe have something witty in mind to say if it’s the first thing in the morning because we all love to laugh in the mornings. Don’t be afraid to ask for numbers or introduce yourself and be receptive to people opening up to you. Don’t stay locked up in your prison of ear buds and sunglasses.



3/23/2013 w4m

You were sitting in the Starbucks in Park Slope drinking hot chocolate out of a mug and reading a massive book of Calvin and Hobbs I think it was winter focused and you looked really cut just sitting there as a grown man reading comic books. I used to love Calvin and Hobbs as a child and I liked that you didn’t even care to try and pretend to be reading something else.


You seemed very happy and I was depressed that day because me and my fiancée broke up, but you made me smile. I don’t know if you read these things and I surely don’t usually post here, but I felt like I needed to share and maybe take a chance. I’ll go to that Starbucks more often or if you’re reading this maybe just email me back?



3/24/2013 m4dream

I’ve been with you a few times now and it’s always in the darkest hour of the night. I can’t tell that I’m dreaming, but everything feels too good to be true. I feel that I’m touching utopia even if in this dream I’m eating a burrito it’s the best burrito I’ve ever had or if I’m talking to a girl she’s the most beautiful person in the world.


And just as I’m really getting into something that feels complex or meaningful things start to fall apart and I wake up in a tangle of bedding and feathers from my down pillow. I wish you could just come back and stay with me longer my dream, but maybe I should try to make my life more like you and then I wouldn’t need you so much.



3/25/2013 m4w

I just found out a few days ago that I would have to leave for work as my company is moving out of New York and to Albany, NY. I think the place is a shit hole. I visited there once. It was terrible. The worst part is my girlfriend and I had already been doing a long distance relationship while I was here in New York and we were barely keeping that going so when I told her I think we both knew it was going to be over.  I hope we can still be friends, but I understand if it’s too hard. The worst part is that I wont be able to share so many experiences with her. That was the best part. The shared experience.



3/26/2013 person4mornings

Dappled sunlight filtered through spring cherry blossoms hanging above a secret courtyard in a forgotten corner of the city. The aromas of Costa Rica lingered throughout the first few cups of coffee around the table. The breakfast tasted of potential and promise of a full and exciting day to come with the enticing cacophonic sounds of a city waking up planting the idea that anything is possible.


Missed Connections – Part 2




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Hey this is the second part or second week of my missed connections series.

3/13/2013 w4m

I was sitting on the edge of the roof of my apartment building looking out at the skyline of the city last night in the unseasonably warm late winter weather. A slight wind was coming off the East River and I could smell a hint of bagels baking in an oven far away. The smell of bagels and the image of the skyline would be a nice way to end it all I thought and then there you appeared hopping across from the roof of the apartment building over.

You were dressed in all black, wore a black beanie on your head, and had a messenger bag thrown across your shoulder. I think you saw me sitting there on the edge ten stories up and you came over and sat next to me. You introduced yourself as “Karl with a K” and asked me how my night was going. I told you everything that happened and you took it in passively without judgment—all of what I thought were my darkest secrets you seemed to just absorb.

You then showed me what was in your bag. A small painting that once belonged to a young woman named Miriam Weinstein who was a survivor of the war and now old and on her deathbed. You had been commissioned to bring it to her before she died. I don’t remember much, but I woke up at dawn the next day near the center of the roof with your black coat draped over me and your hat on my head.

I read about a stolen painting a few weeks later and I thought of you. Thank You.


3/14/2013 m4w

I was sittin’ this coffee shop down the street from my place reading the internets instead of working from home like I told my boss I was gonna do when you walked through those doors. Black pumps with the peep toes. Charcoal grey pencil skirt. White oxford with a olive green jacket thrown over your shoulders.

I heard you order a latte from the finely dressed barista and a ham sandwich and a few minutes later you sat down at my table. I would awkwardly glance up at you from my computer screen because you were easily the hottest girl I had seen that day and I was wearing draw string sweats, a hoodie, and a green beanie. You slurped your coffee and nibbled at the ham sandwich for a few minutes while checking your naked iPhone and I thought you seemed pretty cool. You reminded me of someone who wanted to look like a model, act like a model, but probably wasn’t a model so I worked up the nerve and started talking to you.

You sign languaged me back, but I know you could talk. That’s just rude.

I started taking classes in sign. Email me back girl.


3/15/2013 m4w

I don’t really do this and it was by suggestion from a friend, but we danced last week at Mehanata to the urban gypsy music for maybe twenty minutes. You were tall, willowy, and absolutely stunning. I was in so much shock that I was dancing with you that I forgot to get your phone number.

You kissed me on the cheek and told me your name was Irina. Email me back my name and what I was wearing so I can take you to dinner.


3/16/2013  m4w

We sat together on the bus from NY to DC and you were wearing a really comfortable looking hoodie. There were no empty seats around and you were easily the cutest of all the people to sit with so I decided to sit down. I was pretty awkward and ate a really messy buffalo chicken sandwich to which you kept glancing at and I would have offered you some if it wasn’t so messy.

We talked to each other a bit when it came time to choose a movie, but once it started you fell asleep. I woke you up when we got to DC though and you smiled at me. Email me back with what I was wearing if you want to get together sometime.


3/17/2013 w4m

I don’t normally write on craigslist let alone the missed connections page, but I thought I felt something the other day when we were pretty much jammed together on the L train going into the city. You had a cup of coffee that never seemed to spill or leak that you could sip from and I was completely envious. I asked you where it was from and you said it was actually a reusable cup made of ceramic that you had painted and glazed to look like a cup from a bodega.

You asked what happened to my face and I told you I had gotten into a fight with my friend when I pulled him away from trying to start a fight with a bouncer the weekend before to which you laughed and told me that with friends like those who needs enemies? Anyway if you are reading this email me back with what my name was, where I worked, or what neighborhood I lived in.


3/18/2013 w4w

This has got to stop. I see you all over the city and Brooklyn. It’s like you are there, but never seem to notice me. This is insane. The next time I see you I’m going to punch you in the face and tell you to stop stalking me. You’re always there out of the corner of my eye doing the exact same thing I am doing and dressed in similar clothes to me, but they look better on you.

You’re beautiful and you mock me every time I see you. Please stop following me and please stop hitting on the guys I talk to and stealing them away. Not even once have you acknowledged that I exist or even glanced in my direction. This is my last resort and last warning. Leave. Me. Alone.


3/19/2013 w4m

We were sitting in a Starbucks sharing this big communal table yesterday. You were on your Macbook Pro doing what looked like biology of some sort and occasionally checking your Ok Cupid profile. The work looked kind of interesting and we made eye contact a few times when you looked over at me. You seemed hesitant to keep the contact though and broke away, but I caught you glancing back at me and I would occasionally glance back your way as well.

You were wearing a light blue dress shirt and black wool pants with some very nice loafers. You were also pretty cute and I hope you think that same so email me back with some sort of description of what I looked like and what Starbucks we were occupying at the time.


Missed Connections

Missed Person

So I did some writing exercises in writing what I thought were creative missed connections. I often read craigslist missed connections and the writing is a bit lack luster and I thought if everyone put in a bunch of effort into writing beautiful missed connections the world might be a bit of a better place.

I guess I’ll post them in a series of weeks. I wanted to do this for a whole year, but the sheer repetitive nature started to drag me down and I came to the conclusion that people should just approach others if they feel something special happening.

Anyway here’s the first week if anyone still reads this hope you enjoy.


3/6/13 w4m – Manhattan

I was riding the R train to work yesterday and I had my white ear buds in listening to The Black Keys. You were sitting across the train from me wearing brown penny loafers, no socks, dark chinos, and a white oxford shirt. You looked to be in shape and I was just sort of staring off into space in your general direction.

The lights went out in the train for a few seconds and when they came back on you had made a ridiculous looking face at me, which took me awhile to notice, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

You smiled and got off at 23rd Street. You made my day and I can’t stop thinking about you. Please email me back with a picture so I can know it’s you.



3/7/13 m4w – Manhattan

I was the tall skinny blonde guy with the suit that didn’t fit quite as well as it should have and you pointed this out to me. You were the short auburn haired girl with the tattoos and pink tutu and told me that your profession was being a magician. We were in a bar somewhere in the LES and I thought you were beautiful.

I asked you to do a magic trick and stood up on a stool kissed me and walked away and I never saw you again. When I tried to buy a round for my friends I realized my wallet was gone and I guess you had made it disappear. You would be the best magician ever if you made it reappear in the next few days in my apartment since you know where I live, but I’d rather just get to talk to you again.



3/8/13 m4m – Brooklyn

I was running around Park Drive in Prospect park and you were on a bike wearing one of those tight biking one pieces, clip in shoes, and a pink helmet. You looked a bit like a professional biker and pretty cute to boot so I was the one who asked you to race to the top of the hill. You looked over at me, smiled, and asked if I wanted a head start.

I said give me ten seconds and took off as hard as I could going up that hill. After a little bit you pulled up next to me and said it was nice meeting and that your name was Emilio. You then tore off and I never saw you again even at our debatable finish line. Hopefully you are reading this and if not then maybe I’ll see you in the park sometime.



3/9/13 m4w

Last night at the Owl Farm I met you somewhere near the front of the bar. We talked about the different yeasts used in beer and how you were growing different strains of wild yeast and selling them to American beer brewers. You were very passionate that the American brewing system was not very sophisticated in the yeasts that they used and instead relied on the grains and hops. You were really cool and cute.

I was the guy in the dark grey flannel shirt and jeans with short hair. You were the tall German girl that knew a lot about beer. If you’re interested and potentially reading this you should let me educate you on wine.



3/10/13 w4w

I was in Park Slope eating at Thistledown Tavern at the bar by myself and you were also eating next to me at the bar. I was drinking a Tecate and you were drinking a glass of white wine. I made some comment about how good your Mac and Cheese looked and you offered me a bite of it—so good.

Anyway we got to talking and you mentioned that you were a food writer for the New York Times and I told you that I was a lawyer. I’m actually a single lawyer who just opened her own restaurant and I would love a review from the New York Times. The way you talked about food was poetic. Please come by The Gilted Goose anytime and have a meal on the house.



3/11/13  m4soup

I was drunk again or maybe it had been always. I stumbled into this little noodle shop that had maybe ten seats. I was asked to sit down at the bar and a menu was placed in front of me along with some hot green tea. The tea was soothing and helped clear the fog from my mind long enough to realize that I was in a ramen-ya. I picked the spicy miso ramen with mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and crispy pork belly.

I could see the chef in the kitchen throwing noodles into big deep bowls and pulling out ladles of steaming stock and pouring them into the bowls. As I finished my tea soup appeared before me and the smells were more intoxicating than a fifteen year single malt. I could smell the promise of hot chili mixed with the silky smooth of rendered pork fat. The broth was a red murky color that seemed to become thicker after each spoonful I consumed. I felt like I was changing while I ate each spicy rich spoonful of broth and noodles. Each chewy bamboo shoot paired with a spicy crispy fat of the pork altered something inside of me. I remember leaving thirty dollars on the bar and walking out when it was finished.

I have been sober for a year to this day and I have not been able to find this ramen-ya again. If I imagine hard enough I can still taste the soup. Please, if you know of this place email me so I can thank the chef for saving my life with a bowl of soup.



3/12/13 w4job

We flirted once or twice by email–actually it was twice–but who is counting? It was mostly a one sided interaction in that I sent you a lot of emails with very little return. I tired of putting myself out there, but for a minute there we flirted pretty hard a few weeks ago. I got an email back and was asked to come in for an interview. I prepped hard with getting my suit dry cleaned, teeth cleaned, hair blow dried (I can’t afford a haircut right now), and printing out copies of my resume on a cotton-linen blend.

The interview went well I thought and we seemed to connect on a lot of different levels. There was even a little salary flashing that I wasn’t ready for, but the thrill of others finding out made me feel all tingly inside. Anyway, it’s been a few weeks and I’m starting to get antsy. Can you just give me a yes or no and at least let a girl know if she’s in or not? This waiting in limbo at times feels worse than just even having a prospect. Please don’t stand me up job. Please email me back.

Just read: Fresh Off the Boat

By Eddie Huang

This book for sure resonated with me and I appreciated how real he kept things from the use of verbal slang in how people talk to exposing some of the darker parts of himself.

I also like that it is only him up to his current point in life. Like who the fuck writes about the first 29 years of your life or whatever? The book is like a blueprint of a cool building that is kind of fucked up that I would never want to design, but definitely is inspiring in its own right. He isn’t afraid to be him, which in our modern world is maybe the hardest thing an individual can do.

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