The blue donkey told me to think of a question and instructed me not to tell him what it was. I was then asked to blindly pick from a bouquet of slips of paper; the slip I chose would provide the answer to my question.
They'd been printed from a computer, using 8 point Times New Roman in black, and they had a sentence on the front and lucky numbers on the back, like a Chinese fortune. I know that the slips weren't all identical, because the girl who went after me read hers out loud.
Mine said, "Sometimes you gotta create what you want to be part of." It seemed appropriate, considering the question I'd come up with: "Why are you dressed like a donkey?"
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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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