We watched her conversion from virgin to whore, a process we all expected, and one that only took two days. I must admit I helped spoil her, tromping through her dry, fine powder yesterday with Stef, jumping in her skirts and kicking her to the side. From sparkly white to yellowish gray to salty brown. By the time I left work today, she stood quietly out of the way, just next to my path rather than under it, forming a jagged wall sculpted by shovels. Her revenge is felt in the damp subways and beneath slippery boots.
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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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