If I could be disappointed after I'm dead, it would really bother me if I hadn't saved all of my email to disk, if I hadn't sleeved all of my negatives, put all of my pictures in albums, and burned all of the mixed tapes given to me over the years onto CDs. Doing those things is not exactly how I want to spend my time, but since I am the only one who needs these tasks done, I am the one to do them. Nevermind that after I'm dead it won't matter that I saved some ridiculous forward in an obsolete version of Word on some out-dated piece of plastic called a "zip disk." Nevermind about that.
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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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