October 30, 2008
Here comes a flocker: Lucy Foley
Hello. My name is Lucy and I have stories.
I am from Ireland and I get around. I’m a writer, photographer and singer, and when things are going well I am actually doing these things, sometimes combining them together. You can see a little flavour sachet of my stuff over at Here Comes Lucy. I blog at Lucy Takes Off, and as of today, here at Clusterflock.
So last Saturday morning I woke up in Brooklyn, and I’m still here. This past year I’ve been living in New York, in Clare, Ireland and in Barcelona, and moving around a lot has become native to me.
My home in Brooklyn is a house on the edge of downtown Brooklyn and Park Slope that has my bloke’s recording studio on the ground floor and our living space upstairs. It’s quite a big house. We mostly play all day. There’s a hole in the roof and it goes drip drip drip when it rains heavily.
There are more animals in Clare than in New York, not counting the Brooklyn roof goats, of course. Clare also has more trees and wild grasses and fast moving water, matched in New York only by the cock-a-roaches that I sometimes squash with my bare fingers, and the humans who think at the speed of light. Oh, life is good. This city is becoming more local to me, and it feels like home, one of them at least.
Lately I’m busy doing things I don’t usually do. Things like writing proposals and making applications and sending things off in the post and giving people my business card. This feels good.
I am interested in the uncomfortable silence, the awkward social moment, the laugh, the celebration, the wait, the human ache. I’m interested in these things because they seem to me to be at the core of what it is to be human, and in exploring where they point.
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Are the Brooklyn roof goats full size or are the a very small variety?
Welcome, Lucy. It’s wonderful to have you here.
welcome! welcome! welcome! so glad to see your first post. I look forward to more.
Fantastic! I was wondering when you’d show up outside the comments. Glad to see you’ll be sticking around a bit.
I’m dancing for joy! Doing the Hully Gully.
Lucy! We’re so happy to have you. Sheila said nice things about you in Chicago.
Thanks folks, it’s lovely to be welcomed so warmly. I look forward to posting here too!
Regarding the Brooklyn Roof Goat query: they are indeed full sized goats, distinguished by their remarkable capacity to recognise steep edges and bleat in harmony to car alarms. Their natural habitat is the Brooklyn Roof Farm.
Welcome Lucy
I, too, have followed your comments. It will be nice to see you on the front page.
love dripping roofs, welcome Lucy!
Nice to have you officially aboard!
I’ll have to check out the Roof Goats when I hit up my sisters place in Park Slope for Thanksgiving. I imagine there aren’t many thing more majestic than waking up to a Roof Goat in Brooklyn on Thanksgiving morn.
I wonder whether the Roof Goats are Milk Goats or Meat Goats. Or something altogether more majestic.
Welcome, Lucy!
I often call my wife Lucy for no good reason (her name is actually Alisia) other than that I think it’s a nice name and a fun word to say.
That may have been a weird thing to mention, but for me it would’ve been weird not to mention it.
Glad to have you.
P.S. Do you tweet? I’ve been trying to get everyone to divulge their twitter screen names over here.
Heavenly Roof Goats, Milk or Meat. They’re all on the “left.”
Last Sunday we had an interesting “responsive reading” at the beginning of church. The text had been printed in the morning’s order of service with the congregation’s readings delineated into “right” and “left.” The text was based on this bit of scripture. As we read aloud en masse left, then right, I couldn’t help but wonder if the congregation on the left started to feel a little “dirty.” What if, instead, the delineations in the order of service read, “Goats: …” then “Sheep:…”
I happened to be on the right, where I always stand with “my side” of the choir at the back before we process. Sort of wished I could have been on the left. Somehow it would have seemed a bit “more natural” for me.
Sheila: they are Goat Cheese Goats.
Jonathan: when I have a husband, he will call me Lucy For No Good Reason, also.
Andrew: for fear of saying the obvious, there is one thing more majestic than waking up to a Roof Goat on Thanksgiving morn, and that is giving thanks to the Roof Goat you wake up with, every morn. (Give me a shout when you are coming this way, we can meet in the middle at Gorillas).
Rick: hot damn. Now that’s what I’m talkin bout.
Lucy, sometimes I like squealing “Lu-CI-ILLE!” in the manner of Little Richard. I do it randomly and for no special reason.
And Rick, you’ve reminded me of primary school reading groups, of children designated as Blue Birds, Red Birds, and Yellow Birds, say. Didn’t fool anybody.
I also call Alisia ‘Lucille.’ But that’s just a logical extension of the Lucy thing.
Oh, and Lucille DeWitt ’cause we used to know someone named that.
Okay.
Shutting up now.
I call Amy, who’s middle name is Lynn, Amy Lou. Not quit the same but.
Squealing like Little Richard will keep you healthy. I also like to drink very good wine for no special reason.
Hi, Lucy, and welcome.
Hi Lucy and welcome…..very new here but having fun which I guess is what it is about.
Indeed, very good wine for no reason other than it being very good is the perfect reason…will have to try the squeal….just because it sounds fun