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I'm sitting on the arm of my couch, leaning over awkwardly toward my computer, typing on flat laptop keys, my bare feet resting on sawdust. Me, my cat, my things, we're all in Brooklyn now. Of course I have more to say about that, but I should locate my keyboard and my chair first.

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Haircut: The hairdressers were 60-year-old women who had leathery faces and gravelly voices, and called you "honey" and chain-smoked long, skinny cigarettes.

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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.)

— 02.25.09

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 [my husband] 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

 
 

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