I was going to tell you all about the Bright Eyes show I went to tonight, about the girl who stood directly in front of me, hair, shoulders, striped shirt, tattooed arm wrapped around her, the girl who knew all the words and sang softly along behind me, almost in my ear, the girl who played the flute on stage with a burning cigarette tucked under one of the keys of her instrument, the perfect-faced nineteen-year-olds wearing worn-in clothing and metal here and there, the songs I liked and the ones that made my mind wander, and how I didn't really feel part of it but rarely ever do, but it's late. Ich muß jetzt schlafen.
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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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