day 20

The search continues:

I even went into a few Bodegas to ask if A.) they knew anyone named Miguel (Yeah, that was met with the exact response/look you would imagine... pegging me as a stalker who's sanity ran away screaming years ago) and B.) if they would let me leave a flier or two inside (once again, some mixed responses but things were looking pretty bleak on the bodega front).

The first couple bodegas I went into looked at me with little empathy. To them, I say, "Thanks for NOTHING!"

And to the people that actually believed me when I told them they were going to be a "part of something big, like maybe movie BIG," I say, "I appreciate you patronizing my crazy scheme." Oh, wait... you actually thought there was a movie deal in the works?

Watch yo' back Avatar
and I'd sleep with one eye open...

Yeah, that one.

Day 17

here's some food for thought...

Roxanne, I love ya (even though we've never met, I bow down to those big balls of yours for embarking on this journey) but...

What if????

For the record, and from the notion that Roxanne isn't crazy (to which I WHOLEHEARTEDLY believe...) I have a feeling Miguel is into Roxanne-- we just need to find where on earth he is!


Roxanne, if you are out there reading, we would LOOOOOOVE to hear about some of the time you and Miguel spent together so we can silently (in the nicest way possible) judge whether or not the fruits of my labor are worthwhile.

so please, post away.... or e-mail me and give us some of the dirty deets.

Day 16

Following the instructions from the letter on the front of "The Kit," I plastered the fliers on every 2nd Avenue surface I could between 4th and 8th Streets-- I wanted to make sure I had all the bases covered.

The epicenter of it all? 2nd Avenue and 6th Street:

But like Lay's potato chips, "you can't just have one...."


Obviously the longevity of this particular flier's lifespan was in question, but ol' yellow had to take one for the team in that this one was one of the only "stand alone" fliers- come on people, this is New York City... people poster and sticker anything that is stationary. Any poor brick-and-mortar surface is subject for this type of soap box showcase. Seriously, take a minute... read some of these musings (it can be quite A-musing): from missing birds and chameleons to your sweet rock band's show that promises to "melt your face off" (Um, not that I am that vain, but a melted face? NEVER a good look). And of course, who can forget our painstaking search for Miguel.

Here are the rest of the pictures of random spots I posted... Did YOU see any of them?!

*Oh, and CLEARLY I am NOT a photographer.

Day 15

With Lauren headed to Roxanne's stompin' grounds (SF for wedding/bangtown) and leaving "The Kit" with a roommate (moi) dripping with an innate intrigue of how this was all going to play out (who WOULDN'T want to know the fate of this 48 hour romance?), we all knew the fliers weren't going to distribute themselves. Especially since DSM (desperately seeking Miguel) is not a band (perhaps it should be?!). And definitely not a band with a street team.



All DSM had at this point was an army of one (Roxanne) with hopes of cooperation from Lauren (I mean, for $100 bucks she better be on board and lets face it, no one is going to send back a hundie spot).



So naturally... I jumped on the bandwagon like a sixteen-year-old wannabe band groupie.


After $40 and granted permission for a blog documenting the ifs ands and buts of this endeavor- the deal was made.



Armed with "the kit," I hit the streets. I must say, you definitely get a lot of looks when you are putting up fliers with the word, "DESPERATE" front and center.



A passerby said, "Aww, that's so cute" (inside I could see she was saying, PSYCHO!). I immediately responded with thanks and then acknowledged that I was not the one per se that was desperately seeking Miguel. Desperate? No. Seeking? Maybe. But that's for Roxanne's sake. Honestly, when you see someone fightin' the good fight you want to see positive results.





So keep those fingers crossed. More updates coming soon.

Day Two

So where were we? Ahhh yes, flyering the shit out of the neighborhood where he said he lives.


Since Roxanne clearly is a wo-man with a plan with unsinkable perseverance, she knew deep down if she wanted a single one of her friends to embark on this outrageous adventure she needed to make it as easy as possible.



Enter: "The Kit."


Naturally, the next step would be to make up a flier kit for her friends in New York to distribute.



This is the package "The Kit" came in:

I know, I know... you're thinking, "The writing is too small! This kit means nothing to me if I can't read it!" Don't worry, I got you (note: this is copied AS IS, I did not make spelling or grammar corrections):

"Lauren,

I know I must seem bat-shit crazy, but these were incredible circumstances...just incredible. I can't sleep, or eat or think of anything other than him, and I lost the only way to contact him. Ah, the things we do for love.

So, all you have to do is PLASTER- all (or as many as you possibly can) of these fliers on or near [Second Avenue and 6th street] in Manhattan. I know he lives there.

Do all the Bodegas and Markets, inside and out- ask if you can hang them for a week (?)

Do all the bus stops, light posts, phone booths, apartment buildings, doors...Do three in a row, eye level, stuff like that... just fucking everywhere.

Mainly on Second Avenue between 5th and 6th and between 6th and 7th streets, on both sides of the avenue.

As soon as you can.

Do as much as you can babe, and wish me luck!

I'll let you know of any news.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you"

So there you have it; no strife stricken set backs letting this love down.

So, you're probably thinking, so what's in "The Kit?"

The kit came armed and so-not-dangerous with plethora of pastel fliers and and your other basic flyering essentials:

Seriously Roxanne-- you win the award for covering ALL the bases. Let's be honest, if someone supplied you with the fliers that's great and all but are you seriously going to go out of your way to find packaging tape? I'll tell you a little something about how this goes with 3 simple options:

1.) Ask your roommate, neighbor, deli counter- anyone that seems like packaging tape may be in their "stuff drawer." And don't you even begin to tell me you don't know what a "stuff drawer" is...

2.) Okay, where is the ONE and ONLY place besides an office supply store that is GUARANTEED to have packaging tape? WORK duh! No matter where you work, I say with strict conviction that your work has packaging tape somewhere on the premises. Screw profit-seeking enterprises as a requirement for a business, if you have packaging tape- you ARE in business. Just please at least have the intention to return it after you use it-- whether or not that actually happens is not my business.

3.) Sorry buddy, your shit isn't going to go up because frankly I am just too lazy to find the stupid tape. Shoot, I don't even own scotch tape!

Well thank goodness for Roxanne and her planning ahead so we didn't have to deal with (warning: lame pun disclosure) "The Tape Debate."

Bringing the contents of the kit to a conclusion, there is one more thing I need to share:

Unfortunately upon arrival of this kit, Lauren was getting ready to leave for a week for a wedding in SF.

...So this is where I come in.

Day One

So here it is: the highly unanticipated "Desperately Seeking Miguel" blog. I have a pretty good feeling once word gets around that any lack of anticipation will be antiquated and the mere thought of an update on this project will have you salivating for more. Think, "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego" meets "Romeo and Juliet."



Before I get too involved with describing what kind of blog this is, I should probably give you a little bit of the back story...



I'd like to consider myself a third party, but directly involved at all costs. How could that be, you ask? I will tell you.



A friend of mine has a lot of friends, and when I say a lot, I mean a whole LOT. If you pass her on the street and holler... instant friend. If you went to school with her... instant friend. If you work with her... instant friend. If you are a friend of a friend... instant friend. From barber shops to bodegas from Japan to New York City-- this girl has got it covered. Her name is Lauren. I also live with Lauren.



Anyway, so one of these many friends came to visit New York. Her name is Roxanne. While in the Big Apple, Roxanne met the apple of her eye. Her soul mate. They met at Lit. The last 48 hours of Roxanne's trip were spent swaddled in the nurturing arms of her new beau in the E. Houston Hotel. He gave her his number and she had every intention of keeping in touch. His name is Miguel.



All good things must come to an end. Somehow, someway, while riding high on the wings of love back to San Francisco Roxanne lost Miguel's number. Now, faced with quite the predicament and no sane way to contact him (no mutual friends, no phone number, no last name) Roxanne did what any girl madly in love with a stranger would do: get her friends to flyer the shit out of the neighborhood where he said he lived.