Friday, March 30, 2001 |
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I am having a quarter life crisis

yeah, I know everyone had it done 3 years ago,
but, alas, I'm not everyone, now am I?

solid fooood- damn mouf!

Monica and Arianna looking appropriately beautiful at the Beauty Bar

Thursday, March 29, 2001 |
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I wished for it to rain tonight. Maybe then I can steal my umbrella back.

real live Lambchop

real live Lou

making a break for it atFEZ

Wednesday, March 28, 2001 |
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sometimes I wish you could hear pictures

Tuesday, March 27, 2001 |
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Friday, March 23, 2001 |
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April showers bring... more thieves. Someone stole my stinking' umbrella last night.
Spring is in the air, everywhere you look around. Today smelled so good and pigeons were doing their dance of love.

sometimes I think Bert and I
are the only two people who notice such things

Thursday, March 22, 2001 |
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The world famous
pontanisisters gigging at Galapagos tonight:
It's free, and it's fantabulous!

i love my subway line
Elisa works in a magical place
where trolls carry you off to cozy swings

Tuesday, March 20, 2001 |
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Today is the first day of Spring!

the third vacuum I saw on the street in one night,
a semi ironic form of spring cleaning

Reverend Billy at the Astor Place Starbucks

Monday, March 19, 2001 |
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I have a slight Jesus fixation. Not really with the man himself, but the model repeatedly chosen to represent him in art over the ages.
Isn't it lovely? Surrounded by flowers and lace is Jesus, whose body glows and flashes hypnotically while the music box tinkles out an off-key rendition of "Jesus Loves Me". This object truly defies description. Octangonal music box measures 9.75" tall and 5" wide. Requires two "AA" batteries (not included).
Price: $ 15.95

more divine products

Friday, March 16, 2001 |
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Get better, Leon!Thanks to
slatch for the kind words
Thanks to
subnev for thanking me.


Wednesday, March 14, 2001 |
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Tonight I have an appointment with my local precinct's
crime prevention specialist. It's a free service, wish I had them over for tea last week.

iron gates being welded onto my once happy windows
Ok enough about that. I am sure you recall watching safety films in public school, but what was the nature of said film? I recall being scared shitless by some rodent awareness flick, where this massive rat crawls into a baby's crib and bites away. I also have memories of some beware of train tracks film in which some guy gets absolutely mauled by an oncoming express. Is this a New York thing? Did kids in Nebraska have to endure the same torture? Does anyone else remember these?
between 1st and 2nd Ave:



One of the more interesting things that can be found between 1st and 2nd Avenue is Jupithors' Child I have no pictures 'cause he runs on an erratic schedule. besides, you have to see it yourself really.

Tuesday, March 13, 2001 |
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Monday, March 12, 2001 |
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Remember when the Brady's went Hawaii? Don Ho cameos with a serenade of "Sweet Someone" for Bobby and Cindy.
and the family gets cursed by an evil Tiki?
I recently took a vacation to Hawaii. No Ho for me, but I did come back with a handful of lava rocks. A few people voiced concern that I might anger the gods, I figured the gods would know I'm basically a good person and would let it slide.
Since then a lot of shit has gone down.
A lot.
5:30 AM Saturday sucked real bad. I would have written about it sooner, but they took my computer. They took my stereo. They took the answering machine, they playstation, my walkman and all the good alcohol.
All that stuff is no big deal, easily replaceable, although I don't think I will.
I came home after a long night out to find my sense of security ripped out from my belly. There is a reason cliches exist, cliches like "I feel violated" - it's quite an accurate description.
I'm slowly discovering more missing items as I clean up. Last night I couldn't find my backpack.
I kept the rocks in the backpack.
retribution is sweet.

Friday, March 09, 2001 |
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Thursday, March 08, 2001 |
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Wednesday, March 07, 2001 |
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I always thought you would look good with a classic redneck, now you can
see for yourself.------

I actually walked by thinking "tee hee FAT CHICKEN"
- a few steps later a had a realization

snow cubed

thanks! please post when we can start breathing again

I don't think he wanted to be in this picture

nope

yay! the D train

steamin' trash, trust me, it was steaming
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AnnMarie got me tickets to
makor's Purim Blowout Party with DJ Peretz.
The former frontman of Jane's Addiction, Porno for Pyros and founder of Lollapalooza continues to assert his Jewish roots by performing under the guise of DJ Peretz, bringing the very best of Purim high spirits with his turntable magic.
I'm thinking of going in my
santacon getup. Whadaya think? too much?

Tuesday, March 06, 2001 |
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happy day

Monday, March 05, 2001 |
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Friday night:

how does this happen?
more neon than one needs this time of the night

remember when you could look up and see Doctor Zizmore next to "learn English", the new monopolized cars are boring

I hope no one ever does, I think this looks lovely

I spent a long time waiting, trying to recreate something wonderful I caught the night before, it didn't really work
Today it snowed:

I love pidgins
normally I don't ride in the first car
last time it
really snowed:

say cheese!
the people in my neighborhood are super creative

lil' punk-ass snow kid

saved the best for last, did I mention the people in my neighborhood are super creative?

Friday, March 02, 2001 |
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Even if I had a super spy cam. I don't think I have the heart /balls to capture some of the scenarios that unfold in front of me.
Today on the train I saw an occurrence that I had only seen before in cartoons. A grown man was falling dead asleep while continuing to eat his morning doughnut. It went a little something like this:
-eyes open
-bite food
-eyes closed
-chew
-cheeeeeeewwww
-cheeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww - it bordered on spooky. his mouth would open and close in slow motion, at least 4 counts each way
-train stops short, begin again
I couldn't put this poor fellow on the internet in such a state. And what would I say if those eyes opened while I was snapping? Some things are best left imagined. Sometimes I just have to use my words.
So then right after that I spot this little kid with his mommy. He had turned around to look out the window, but quickly becomes interested in following scratched lines with his finger while making a "sckrsssshhh" noise. "when I grow up I wanna be a scratchitti artist" it would have made for a great picture. I could even see his cute reflection. But his mom looked like she could have kicked my ass.

for my tongue fetish friends out there. you know who you are
the fishtank to work

just about where BROOKLYNGIRL turns into her temporary alterego, MANHATTANGIRL

someone's smart reply to this stupid ad, personally I wanted to write "fuck you" but the balls/jail issue came into play

know what would be a fun game? find the location!

they repaint this almost every other week. wonder if anyone had been taking daily pictures, would make a pretty cool animation
