you won't believe the things i've seen

snapshots. worth a couple of thousand words, i hope.


stoney smurf.

yes i found him in a toy store. for children.




some cuckoo for cocoa puffs illiterate religious graffiti seen down the block from my house.


the east river, the williamsburg bridge and williamsburg, brooklyn - plus water traffic.


the front of mike's t-shirt.


the back of mike's t-shirt.


cute couple i saw near central park. pedicabs win.


the window displays at bergdorf are electric right now.








the line and general chaos at the 5th avenue apple store - iPhone phever!



my incredibly foxy dentist.


this is what he uses to make my gums throb. i just try to mentally project myself into a hammock in fiji.










party on the roof of the gramcery park hotel, what what.


track of the day: things i've seen - spooks

this old world is a new world

yesterday morning i texted hrh:

me: i woke up with iPhone phever!
hrh: paging dr. jobs, paging dr. jobs.

then last night on spring street i saw two people sitting on chairs in front of the apple store. they're already lining up for the iPhone.


unrelated:

here is a song that reflects my mental state:

nina simone - feeling good


similarly:
muse - feeling good



unrelated:

the white stripes were on conan o'brien last week.
i missed it but caught it; that is the miracle of dvr.

love thy neighbor(hood): think hyperlocal, as in not even leaving the house

i can type without looking, i can look without leaping. muscle memories mean the nerves respond without thinking. your heart is a muscle the size of your fist says the postcard i never mailed. i'm holding it, i hold on and i don't let go. building a nest (magpie style) out of printed words and things that shine, so i can have something i can tell is mine.



six moths ago i swore if my life were a broadway play it would be lay miz. i claimed if my life were a beastie boys song it would be sabotage. that was the winter of my discontent. i was playing the percussion instruments called the doldrums. but seriously folks.



recently i went to bed drunk and high on the potent elixir of text messages. floating on love transmitted electronically 160 characters at a time. i dreamed i was a lego character, my lower east side apartment a set you could buy and configure as you pleased. everything is colorful, everything snaps together. these days my life is more like the title of a number from hair; let the sunshine in, at best. white boys, at worst*. not bad either way. still not oklahoma (o, what a beautiful morning), but a girl can dream. it's still early in the week.


*that is what we call a joke, btw.

you gotta be good, you gotta be strong, you gotta be two thousand places at once

a lot of things happened.



i went to see cheeseburger in brooklyn. they were great.



i ran into manu.



and seva.



at first it started sprinkling.



then it started pouring. then the power went out - so the band's set was over. we all went into greenpoint tavern and started drinking - giant "big gulp" style beers for $3.50!





tommy hung out.



tommy' s arm.



tommy's leg.



tommy's back.





friday - congee village.



zipang is sparkling sake. not recommended.



saturday - party in room 707 at the bowery hotel.







cherry got back.
















the terrace next door has a hot tub???





look, i know it's crazy, but i can't be in a bathroom and not have a photoshoot with myself. i mean seriously.








later i went to a sweaty dirty dance loft party on canal street.



i still had connect 4 in my bag from the hotel room party so i brought it out. people get super intense about connect 4, this guy was beating people left and right. but workhorse tore him down.















some blond kid is telling me "you're so beautiful" and trying to kiss me when this chick comes over and drags him away and starts yelling at him in swedish. he comes back to me and says "sorry, my sister says we have to leave now."

track of the day: two thousand places - the polyphonic spree