For Christmas, I am asking for the ability to see the present time with the clarity with which I'll see it in the future. Meaning, I want the wisdom of hindsight right now. But it seems to be as difficult as trying to see the New York skyline while standing next to the Empire State Building. Not happening.
Also on the list: no more snow, a new computer, a right arm that will straighten completely, vaporized medical bills, a particular camera lens, and something realistic, like, I don't know, a DVD or something.
I've turned into the sort of person who doesn't like Christmas very much. Not in the exaggerated hackneyed Scrooge manner, nor in the frenzied stressed shopper manner. Rather, I dislike it in the quiet headache let's-not-talk-about-it manner. I will probably put up my clear green inflatable tree again this year anyway.
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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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