I hadn't noticed the sound of water hitting my bare floor or even the sound of the rain until after I'd crawled out of bed, made my way down the loft stairs in the dark, and turned on a light. It was when I stepped in a wet area on the floor that I looked up and saw a bead of water fatten up on the edge of the ledge, release itself, and flatten on the wood at my feet. One, two, three, four, five—another one. I felt like a cartoon character putting pots underneath the two leaks, which amplified the sound and tinged it with a metal ring. It's not raining today, but I've got the pots standing on guard just in case.
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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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