My good friend Bree just told me theres a photo of Julio and I from our awesome photoshoot with Sarah Cass in the new Venus Zine. I’m freaking out. I don’t know where to find Venus Zine at 6pm on a Sunday in Park Slope!
Posts for Sunday, 24 August 2008
this is like the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.
I LOVE IT! i love that she was like “i have these amazing gazongas and it’s MY DAY so fuck you, grams, fuck you, rev, and fuck the haters, i’m wearing *i* want”
you go girl!
Seriously?We gonna eeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I’m in love with a stripper, yoLyrics by Wyclef/Perfect Gentleman
Wow that makes me look like a nun!
Is my phone possessed or did t-mobile drop acid?
Lately I’ve gotten some strange calls from weird 11-digit numbers, unavailable numbers, and numbers which don’t exist - all of which are dropped almost immediately after I answer (I know it’s dropped and not a hang-up because my phone makes a little noise specifically for dropped calls). Earlier today I tried to call my voicemail and it called some other random number instead then dropped it again.
Then the strangest thing of all happened - I called my friend Chuck and he didn’t answer but then he called me right back 15 seconds later but when I picked up and started talking it sounded all strange and distant and some asian lady goes “whaaaat? … you’re not my brother” then it dropped the call AGAIN. So he called back 15 seconds later again and this time it really was him and he said “the strangest thing just happened to me - I called you a minute ago but some strange asian lady was talking all confused instead of you.” So WTF! He could hear her, I could hear her, she could hear both of us but we couldn’t hear eachother then the call got dropped?
What the holy fuck is going on with my phone?
Night was a wonderful time in Brooklyn in the 1930s. Air conditioning was unknown except in movie houses, and so was television. There was nothing to keep one in the house. Furthermore, few people owned automobiles, so there was nothing to carry one away. That left the streets and the stoops. The very fullness served as an inhibition to crime.
ISAAC ASIMOV
This weekend I was telling some new Brooklyn residents about the United plane crash in the 1960s in my neighborhood. It’s hard, walking among the stately brownstones and trying to picture a 747 in the middle of the street, but here it is.
