Saturday night, at a party, talking to a girl. Interrupted by someone asking how she'd been, and she went on to say that time is going fast for her and that therefore things are good. I wanted this past week to go by fast, and it flew by. And the week before that went by really quickly too, so yeah, I'm good. I thought it was odd that, at 21, she'd want her life to slip by so quickly, when I so desperately want mine to slow down.
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A gnome, a cast iron cat bank, and Confederate belt buckles. I've added a new set of pictures to the photos page: the flea market.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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