Todd told me he wasn't sure if he should get his super something for Christmas. "Are you getting your super anything?" he asked.
"You mean the super who once drunkenly kissed me on the forehead, who's never fixed anything in my apartment, and who actually broke my mailbox, suggesting that I try to open it with a horseshoe? ...No, I don't think I'm getting him anything. Anyway, I haven't seen him in months. The last time I saw him was in August, two weeks after he'd been declared a 'missing person.'"
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I'm kind of grateful for people like my drunk Polish super, if only because their role in my life is completely unambiguous. This Christmas, I am not walking through crowded aisles looking for the perfect gift for him, nor am I worried that he's going to show up at my door with a plate of holiday kielbasa. I guess we have sort of an understanding.
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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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