my movie moment: bob marley chorus on the subway.

After a long and stressful work day, I left my client's apartment and headed straight back to Manhattan on the 5 train. About 2 or 3 stops in, these two men got on the train, set up 2 congas and a guitar in the middle of the car, and started shouting some things at the passengers. With the exception of the man across from me (who was far too excited), everyone rolled their eyes, looked away, continued their conversations with one another. Because I'm a fan of the conga (and other like percussion instruments), they kept my attention. The man across from me kept jittering and saying to his neighbor, "When are they going to stop talking and start playing?!?!?"

And finally they did.
As soon as they started, I couldn't help but smile -- and neither could the woman next to me or the couple across from her. Clearly, these men had chosen a very good song: Three Little Birds (the inspiration for this blog's title!).

By the end of the first verse, more than half the car was singing, humming, swaying, or tapping along. By the end of the chorus, everyone was grooving. One little boy even took a plastic maraca and played along. And as we hit the following stops it got more crowded but definitely more cheery. I swear when I say that people were smiling and laughing and singing, I really mean it was like a scene from a movie. I loved it.

At one point, the guitarist went around to grab the bills from people (he didn't even have to ask!). One woman just stepped on the train from the Wall Street stop and he said to her, "Excuse me, miss. You dropped something." She looked down and back up at him, confused and clearly unhappy with his presence. He smiled and said, "You dropped your smile! I saw it on the floor there and...there you go! It looks good on you. Don't lose that again, okay!" Haha, awesome.

Before they got off the train, they thanked New York and said, "Every little thing's gonna be alright, folks! Keep smiling and let's all try to make this world a better place with some love and happiness!"

Made. My. Day.

As Jay-Z said, "Rest in peace, Bob Marley."

snow day = sytycd clips.

I woke up this morning at 7:00am to go to work but discovered a ton of texts (followed by a call from my director) about work being closed due to the blizzarding weather.

This is the first time pretty much ever that I have a free Friday (except for holiday and summer breaks). I've never bummed so much before. I spent the morning looking for internships and doing some reading. Around 11:00am, Mallory woke up and we just bummed together. Then darling Esther Lee dropped by (surprise!) and made lunch for us with Jeannie. Figs stuffed with blue cheese and wrapped with onions and bacon? DELISH.

After being a true fatty-at-heart, I spent the entire afternoon not reading my African history book. Instead, I watched YouTube videos. But they're so good! I promise.


Who doesn't love this song?! Nostalgia, hardcore.


Warning: this one is uber sad.


Amusing/theatrical!


Love it. Need to dance.

rice krispy fun: nov.

& for the Glee fanatics:

again, but turquoise. & with an x-men theme.

Last night, two of my roommates expressed their desire and determination to not only dye a strip of their hair but to dye it that night as soon as we got home from being out. Since Ricky's was closed, we settled for picking colors from Duane Reade (no Bettys please).

Jeannie opted for a deep, rich purple, which originally came out cotton candy pink but we did some mixing of colors and redying, and it came out pretty chic. (No picture per her request).

Mallory wanted a rich and vibrant blue. And as much as we redyed, it remained a washed out bleach & greenish blue fade. AND she chose to do it in a very conspicuous spot.


No worries, we went out this morning when it still looked like a faded blue-green-bleach color and got some Manic Panic from Ricky's. All should be well in about 5 minutes.

Since Jeannie's new nickname is apparently Storm, Mal dubbed herself Rogue.

Our other roommate Jen had contemplated doing some red (wisely desisted, as Jeannie said, since this morning was her first day working at Sony). But Phoenix anyone?

As for me...


You can call me Hank. Or Beast.

But really, I'm happy that it came out the right color this time around:

It makes me feel really young. Plus.

karmaloop blog.

My eyes caught a Karmaloop ad on Nylon's website, which caused me to click on it and venture to their Karmaloop Blog...

Look what I found. Awesome for Green Street but poo for the lack of credit on the photo.

Speaking of GS, I took a trip out to Brooklyn last week:


Session in the new BK studio.


Strumming.


Spitting lyrics off the BB.


Close-up on A-Live.




Rooftop chillage with little brother (not to be confused with Little Brother).


Laying down the newest track, Unofficial Paramour.


Newest producer.

I think my post yesterday was a jinx.

Noah's-Ark-type raining on a Saturday = sad panda.
But still not too sad.



Old t-shirts. They're comfortable on muggy days but more fun with the 80s flare.



Avocados. Mmm.



Roll.



Home[hand]made lunch.



I heart Ikea.



In lieu of my name. That, and it's pretty&cute.



Delicious [addicting] cookies.


New favorite hobby: Singing Jason Mraz songs with my dad in the car.