Saturday, May 3, 2008

Has It Been So Long Already?

Almost a year since our wonderful endeavor. It remains fresh in our minds, and if anything, we've grown up a bit. Granted, we are still as crazy and interested in dissecting every word said by our respective gods. But it's a mature addiction.

I really haven't anything to say, except that we are both doing well and enjoying the irresponsibilities of youth.


Our freshman year of college is rolling towards its death and much thanks to all those who helped us get to this point. We have a vague plan concerning a Return to Bohemia adventure - but nothing solid has been formed yet. But as a student in Philadelphia, and Becca residing in the boonies of South Jersey, I can safely proclaim our dear yearning for New York City. The need must be satiated, hopefully in a less dehydrated manner than our original Hotel Chelsea romp.

If all goes well, no sign of B.D. will remain when we return - which really would be the greatest gift of all. And you can bet your nestegg that I keep the Living With Legends on my Bookmarks Bar. (Thank you for your continued effort - us interested spectators appreciate it!)


Thank you, and enjoy the lovely weather.



With adoration,
Katy & Becca

Friday, August 3, 2007

Excuses?

None. It's been two months and we've been pushing off writing about how amazing our experience was. So instead, you can see for yourself:



Back to Bohemia


*we have no legal right to be using any of the protected material.



Becca & Katy

Thursday, June 21, 2007

We'll Take the Whole Shabang.

Becca and Katy spent alot of the day and night of Graduation celebrating and looking forward to their fast-approaching Chelsea endeavor. Observe:

High School Students -





College Students -


Congratulations to the Class of '07!

-Katy & Becca

Monday, June 11, 2007

Knowledge is Power.

And apparently, so is cash.


Gypsy yard sale has (yet again) been pushed back. Katy has turned into Tony Soprano - collecting money and cruising diners. Alas, no great bonuses yet. However, a nice little sum from a tutoring gig might put a dent in the debt. Ironically, she is going to be tutoring someone in Precalc, a subject she passed only because of spray-painted group t-shirts and lots of fake foliage (extra credit - oh these hippie teachers and their LovEducation Agenda).

Do not fear, we will make it there. Brown-bagged lunches, notebooks and all.


Oh, and Becca & Katy are novelists.


'Til next time,
Katy & Becca

Friday, May 25, 2007

The Only Thing We're Waiting On Is Time.

I came across this internet rant/epiphany on a Facebook group about Bob Dylan. It summarizes some of our beliefs about the youth of America and the faultering path of our artists. This is copy & pasted without permission, but I did contact the writer to voice our support.

The topic of discussion was: Is John Mayer This Generation's Dylan?

"Anyone who dare mention mayer in the same sentance as Dylan would do themselves a service by becoming deaf and ceasing to listen to the lyrics of song. mayer our Dylan? It is an interesting commentary on our generation, however, to liken a man who writes pop songs about sittin´ on the couch waitin´ on the world to change with a man who wrote gritty folk about following the caskets of masters of war to their graves. The contrast is striking between a generation who took to the streets and forced change - a generation of sons and daughters beyond the command of parents and tradition - and a generation that prefers to gratify itself with melodic pop and video games as its nation perpetrates disaster around the globe. One was a revolutionary generation, a passionate one. Ours is a consumer generation, a listless and spoiled one. We wait in our cars for drive-through fast-food, wait for commercials to end between segments of reality TV, wait for new movies and albums to be put out to entertain and distract us from the boredom and sterile cool of MTV suburban life. ´Ugh, it is inconvenient to see bloody images on news channels while flipping stations. Ugh, this is not fun or sexy like war should be. Ugh, what can I do about it? Hmmm, better just wait on the world to change.´ And in the meantime, I´ll hire a stylist and date Jessica Simpson. If mayer is our Dylan, simpson can be our Baez. "


Help us try to change these truths & donate or come to our gypsy yard sale. Thank you.

-Katy & Becca

Monday, May 21, 2007

The Final Throes

Step by Step:

1. Money: Neither Becca or Katy have amassed the amount needed to pay off looming debt. No worries. Coin collection still taking place (we accept Rubles). Gypsy yard sale in works.

2. Itinerary: Pretty much set. Needs to be finalized. And locations need not be scouted beforehand.

3. Intellectual Prep: Already there.

4. Background Research:
Katy - two Dylan vinyls (Another Side of Bob Dylan, Street Legal), a few more studio albums, magazines, thesis from men at Pace University about relevance of Dylan in formation of modern speech, other such endeavors.
Becca - everything. finished The Dharma Bums, working on Visions of Gerard, bought Planet News, poetry overdose (daily), photocopied pages from book because of lack of funding.
Both - Lots of poetry readings (Beat & Dylan), and of course the daily existential discussions of human nature and consequence.

5. School: nearly finished, overwhelmingly wasteful. Impending deadline for novels.



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Thanks,
Katy & Becca

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Turn, Step, Glide.

Many events have taken place within the past week. We appreciate everyone's support and care.


Thank you again and an actual update will come soon [we promise].


-Katy & Becca


*It is to our understanding that the majority of films made about the Hotel Chelsea fail to capture its essence. This excites us even more. Onward!