#crown heights
![While not directly involved in Crown Heights, Washington, star of Scandal and [Nnamdi] Asomugha’s wi](https://64.media.tumblr.com/750661b579e7e542d03d632550140052/tumblr_ovnvimXcPQ1qanm80o1_1280.jpg "While not directly involved in Crown Heights, Washington, star of Scandal and [Nnamdi] Asomugha’s wi")
While not directly involved in Crown Heights, Washington, star of Scandal and [Nnamdi] Asomugha’s wife of four years, is given special thanks in the credits. It’s a rare moment of public acknowledgement of a relationship that two have worked hard to keep relatively private from the media…
When asked why he wanted to thank Washington here, Asomugha says it’s an acknowledgement of her continued support. “I know so many people who’ve been through situations where they’ve gone from one career to another and have had such a tough time because they didn’t have any support doing it. I just know how important it was for me, so that’s the reason.” He says his wife’s support has been “helpful for me.”
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“I’m glad I can be part of projects I can be proud of and not shroud myself from an embarrassing thing, which it could easily be because I’m just trying to work as an actor. I’ve been lucky to work with these fucking geniuses.”—Lakeith Stanfield
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Electra 225; Crown Heights, Brooklyn
Now for sale as a signed, limited edition print with free worldwide shipping!
https://leah-frances.com/prints/
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I’m so pumped about the poets I’ve lined up for this Sunday’s Broken Bells reading. There will be books for sale. There will be drink specials. Don’t miss it!
“Enough with this wackness…enough is my check, Enough with these motherfuckers biting Das EFX!"
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The Sesame Street Riots begin after Gordon accidentally hits Elmo with a car while following Mr. Hooper’s motorcade. The following day, in an act of revenge, Herry Monster and Grover go to the human side of the street and beat up Linda the Librarian.
This month the Manhattanville Reading Series features Laura van den Berg, the widely hailed novelist (Find Me) and short fiction star (The Isle of Youth,What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us), along with up-and-coming writers Saxon Baird, Jen Choi, and Bruna Dantas Lobato.
Join us for a night of provocative lit, great coffee, and friendly mingling. FREE ADMISSION! Please see our Facebook event page for more details.
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Life lately – via my instagram feed (I swear I have a resolution to start taking pictures with a real camera again.)
Hey Guys. I feel like every other post here is me apologizing for being so absent. Do you even notice? Probably not, but this is my promise to be better.
Winter in NYC was rough. Not the Midwest winters of my youth where the winter blahs were (kind of) easily fought off with a stiff hot toddy and a view of a snowy field, but the kind of winters that make one who usually loves ALL seasons for their own unique beauty throw up the middle finger and say GOODBYE NYC, HELLO PUERTO RICO (I did not go to Puerto Rico, this is purely a scenario my mind played out over and over whilst trudging through the unshoveled sidewalks of grey sludge in Brooklyn the past few months.)
HOWEVER—The earth has shifted… it’s getting warmer, the birds are chirping, flowers are blooming, the sunrise has started streaming in my bedroom windows at approximately 10-minutes-til-6AM (! buying blackout shades this weekend, maybe ! ) and the color is returning to both me and my fellow New Yorker’s cheeks (and legs and arms and exposed mid-drifts that seem to be everywhere)
Last weekend I returned to my beloved Fort Greene Flea. I walked from my apartment and admired the beautiful blooming flora and returning fauna and
g o r g e o u s (envy-inducing) architecture and brownstones in Clinton Hill. I ate over-priced ice cream and lusted after all the selvedge furniture finds and the bearded men who wanted to sell me said furniture for approximately $10,000 per square inch (tell me—how does one find and marry one of these men? I don’t even want to get married, but I think I would consider it for maybe .5 seconds longer than normal if it was to one of those gorgeous, bearded Brooklyn flea men who have a deep appreciation for old furniture, know how to work a hammer (probably more than a hammer) and want to grow up to be Norm Abram) *breath* everywhere I looked.
Anyway, my point is that I’m falling back in love with New York. Not that I really fell out of love, but making it through my first winter here feels like some sort of relationship milestone. There were some really dark days there in February and March, but I survived, and now know that even though it may not feel like it, winter in the city eventually ends. The spring returns, and what was once a sea of brown, grey, and sometimes yellow slush will eventually go back to being the city I love (99% of the time.)
I promise to maybe/hopefully do a better job of updating this here bloggy-thing with cool looking pictures of homes I’d sell my first-born up the Nile for, and the occasional posting about what I’m up to here in NYC.
IM SO GLAD YOU’RE ALL HERE. THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND, REALLY.
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