Nose & Eyelashes

musings of the beast and the brain inside the poet and artist that is ArinMaya

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soapbox

i was recently at a cafe on an informal meeting with a friend/brooklyn stylist/designer. it was a rainy saturday morning.

she's amazing and kind and beautiful and all that. we happened to choose seats next to this guy who i had met years before at a fundraiser on the same street where i sang. she knew him too. no biggie. we're neighbors.

(sidenote: (even though i think i know the answer) WHY do americans swoon so much over british accents??)

anyway, the point: we all sat in the same area and every now and then he interjected with a conversation that was relevant to our not-os-private conversation.

at some point, he ended up looking at my etsy site for my scarves and such and placed an order for a scarf he was swooning over - in black. he just HAD to have it. i told him i could make it and have it to him ASAP - ASAP in this case being the following evening. we lived in the same neighborhood and i had his number. i would bring it to him.

i had the thought then, but hesitated, to ask him to pay upfront. i didn't ask for that because i trusted that because we kind of knew each other and he made the order in a very public way, and was so excited about it, that it would be no problem.

i finished the scarf and reached out the next day - he preferred to get it the next day. i couldn't meet that day and was busy until the following day - tuesday.

i called him - no answer. 

fast forward to his eventually calling me back saying he apologized and could he get the scarf on the following sunday - he was sorry. this was not how he did things but he's been SO busy.

yea, ok.

fast forward to today (two days after sunday) and i still have the scarf.

and THIS is why i don't take custom orders in person. send me an email, send me the money and i will get you your goods.

real neighbors don't $hit on their neighbors

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of course

of course i'm talking to be heard

who isn't?

but it's also just a good way to release...this is one of the problems people have with blogs: they're just online public journals

there are people who feel it's not everyone's business what you do and think and care about all the time

and i get that, and mainly agree - i don't need to know the color of your stool

however, i think we are all fully accountable for what we do and don't let in our sacred personal space

i don't have to read anyone's blog if i don't want to

i already don't read newspapers because i don't trust news sources, and yea you may think the following makes me sound dumb, but i usually get my "news" from my fb feed

i trust the people i follow, and even if they're often as faulty as news, at least i can trust they didn't have ill intentions 

all this to say, we're all in this world, looking for a connection, yearning for someone else to "get" us or understand us and stand in solidarity with us on some one thing or several things

just seeking a way to enact the truth that we really are all ONE

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i might be a hard nut (read: ass)

but i don't meant to be i just enjoy it when people are being who they are, instead of fabrications of the self God ordained them to be

i asked a friend earlier, doesn't it feel better to just be yourself?

his response: well....

but i get it - we're all acting like hamsters running on the wheel, until we realize we were meant to fly

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i have no idea

and never have had much of one on if anyone is listening to me

i just got off the phone with my mother who asked me if i thought the people at the temp agency were phony

i said "i think most people are phony"

i know that says something about the way my mind works, but i have this thing where if you don't follow through with something you said you were going to do, i can't take you seriously anymore

i believe in discretion - i don't do a lot of telling my business

i keep to myself so other people aren't much in my business

i do a good job of making people think they know much - they know little to nothing 

i am who i am and will be until something changes

sometimes writing is the only way i feel i can be real

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two years....three years later??

and she still writes poetry

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Hey lovelies-I know it's been a while but ArinMaya is back!!! WED 9/29-Kenny's Castaways-157 Bleecker St. NYC-6:30 PM-$7 cover See u soon!

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Hey NYC! TONIGHT- I'm rocking the stage at Tillman's - 165 W. 26th St. 9PM (Two sets) Hope you can make it! ArinMaya

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Hey NYC! TONIGHT- I'm rocking the stage at Tillman's - 165 W. 26th St. 9PM (Two sets) Hope you can make it! ArinMaya

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Don't 4get 2 download "The Sound of ArinMaya" tmrw, Tues-5.4.10! arinmaya.bandcamp.com Then come celebrate @ Bar Olivino-899 Fulton St. BK

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Great news: I've finished my EP and I'll release it and celebrate Tues, May 4th @ Bar Olivino (899 Fulton St) 8-11pm! Hope 2 c u- ArinMaya

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press release

so i've been working on my EP...mastering is still underway, promotions... (wait, who's handling the promotions??!)

oh yea--me.

and what do i know about promotions? I did PR in my former life as a box office girl. as in i worked in a box bka cubicle, and wrote press releases and stuff like that. i actually enjoyed calling and not getting called back. the rush of trekking people down who were likely just not answering because their attention was focused on some celebrity's new hairstyle, or better a barney's sample sale.

i'm not judging. i'm just sayin...i used to love it. and all in the name of...books.

but alas, the work got done THEN.

now it's a whole different ballgame. i'm supposed to publicize MYSELF.

and let me tell you-well let me tell you for me: i think i may be a little too humble (at least now) for this part of the game.

it seems to require ("it" being success in music business, or should i say showbiz?) a certain loud level of pride and high heavy esteem. the umph to say "i'm soooo hot--you don't know me!?!? Well hop-to then!"

and i guess i'm more laid back. more laissez-faire. more natural. less in-yo-face.

...only thing is, i don't think that wins the race :(

back to finding places to send this press release....!

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i discovered

it doesn't feel the same to get rejected by everyone

some rejection cuts a little deeper

especially if it comes from someone you never expected to feel for in the first place

here's to discovery

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Work dangit!

All I could say was wow just now when this ANGEL from on high returned my luggage to me from my trip to DC this weekend. I didn't even lose my bag. I simply got off the bus and walked away. I was contemplating whether or not to take a cab in my sleepy stupor, and then realized I had to use the restroom. Saw McDonald's open, went back & forth with the 24hr staff to let me use the restroom BEFORE as opposed to after my purchase. Came back down with hash browns on my mind. Debit machine not working, visit "free" ATM machine that the cashier had said was free. Toyed with the incorrect information versus my desire to stick to my word that I would buy post peeing.... Got over it. Walked out and down to the train now more fully awake and able to take on the shifty 2/3 trains to BK. Standing tentatively on the platform hoping the express train stops on the center platform as it's now well after 5am. Signage is in my favor. Readjust ipod selection. Waiting....and here comes the angel. She starts talking-asking me if I was just on 'that bus that just left from DC' - "yes".....'Come get it' In my mind I haven't the slightest idea what this woman is talking about, referring to-at all. But I follow her because she seems confident in whatever it is AND I remember feeling slightly sorry for her as she was getting off the bus because she'd had to speak briskly to someone who bumped past her. She's four months pregnant. We arrive at the destination 9ft away from where I was. My suitcase. And she's still talking, telling me she was searching for some identification-some way to figure out whose bag it is. She had found my camera. Seen me. Was trying to find me. Was going to find my address, or try. And she found me, and I had my bag. And I was still a bit sleepy stupored but was finally able to get a good ten thank yous out. And a whole lot more wows. I believe in the immense goodness of people. I believe we are all angels standing in the shadows, waiting for our chance to bless the next person in need. This is not a religious based belief. It's a human, spirit based belief. But I will say, the entire time, the song playing on my ipod: Yolanda Adams' The Battle Is Not Yours. Watch God (whoever yours may be) Watch God Signing off, thankful Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

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Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

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Immense Goodness

All I could say was wow just now when this ANGEL from on high returned my luggage to me from my trip to DC this weekend. I didn't even lose my bag. I simply got off the bus and walked away. I was contemplating whether or not to take a cab in my sleepy stupor, and then realized I had to use the restroom. Saw McDonald's open, went back & forth with the 24hr staff to let me use the restroom BEFORE as opposed to after my purchase. Came back down with hash browns on my mind. Debit machine not working, visit "free" ATM machine that the cashier had said was free. Toyed with the incorrect information versus my desire to stick to my word that I would buy post peeing.... Got over it. Walked out and down to the train now more fully awake and able to take on the shifty 2/3 trains to BK. Standing tentatively on the platform hoping the express train stops on the center platform as it's now well after 5am. Signage is in my favor. Readjust ipod selection. Waiting....and here comes the angel. She starts talking-asking me if I was just on 'that bus that just left from DC' - "yes".....'Come get it' In my mind I haven't the slightest idea what this woman is talking about, referring to-at all. But I follow her because she seems confident in whatever it is AND I remember feeling slightly sorry for her as she was getting off the bus because she'd had to speak briskly to someone who bumped past her. She's four months pregnant. We arrive at the destination 9ft away from where I was. My suitcase. And she's still talking, telling me she was searching for some identification-some way to figure out whose bag it is. She had found my camera. Seen me. Was trying to find me. Was going to find my address, or try. And she found me, and I had my bag. And I was still a bit sleepy stupored but was finally able to get a good ten thank yous out. And a whole lot more wows. I believe in the immense goodness of people. I believe we are all angels standing in the shadows, waiting for our chance to bless the next person in need. This is not a religious based belief. It's a human, spirit based belief. But I will say, the entire time, the song playing on my ipod: Yolanda Adams' The Battle Is Not Yours. Watch God (whoever yours may be) Watch God Signing off, thankful Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

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Her name is LaLa. She lives in Harlem and she's due in August. God bless her and her child.