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Friday, March 30, 2001 | link
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 | link
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 | link
Tuesday, March 27, 2001 | link
 so bad it's good  a plushies dream  JFK middle school's dress rehearsal for their musical rendition of Coyote Ugly  show me your spleen  more dirty birds  got sorta lost Sunday  "Getting Along" by 5-year-old Griffin Case
Friday, March 23, 2001 | link
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 | link
The world famous pontanisisters gigging at Galapagos tonight:
It's free, and it's fantabulous!  i love my subway line
where trolls carry you off to cozy swings
Tuesday, March 20, 2001 | link
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 | link
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).  more divine products
Friday, March 16, 2001 | link
Wednesday, March 14, 2001 | link
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 | link
Monday, March 12, 2001 | link
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 | link
too many pics from last night's Purim Blowout Party with DJ Peretz- to check it out, see it's very own section.
------  Maya wishing she had a little orange friend  yay! her wish came true  having one of those days at work  when all you need is orange orange orange  and a drink  secret drawer club (and NO! BROOKLYNGIRL can't say that word right)  drink, read, write and be merry  speaking of poop (see jay's poop cow from last entry) passed this on the street and thought it was sorta bizarrely pretty
Thursday, March 08, 2001 | link
 fuzzy matching kids  hanging out with Seans fish  eating MOMOYAMA's fish  I haven't seen this much food since the CBS/Alex party at Odessa  I am the god of hellfire and I bring you flamin' onion!  oh my  aaah  oooh  zzzz  the birthday drum! who's birthday can it be?  not Sean's! we are big liars! yay!  jays cow  jays poo cow
Wednesday, March 07, 2001 | link
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 ------ 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 | link
Monday, March 05, 2001 | link
Friday night:
 how does this happen?
Today it snowed:  I love pidgins
 say cheese!
Friday, March 02, 2001 | link
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: 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
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