Twentysomething
When thoughts have been blocked their normal passage through conception, fertilization and expulsion, they burst from their repression at the slightest provocation, like the sweetness of caramel in an otherwise plain cup of latte. Back at Supercore – it's been a while. They make the best lattes. Winter came
New York
I spent the day shopping in the Chinatown market for the perfect ingredients to my Thai shrimp sweet and sour soup. Wound my way around a couple of vegetable stands before finding the right herbs.
Twentysomething
It's a brilliant model, the porn industry. Get your consumers addicted to the freebies like Pictures of the Day and 30 second clips and keep them coming back for more
New York
Took the subway. It was raining, a mad searing rain. Rain popping off the sidewalk like machine gun fire rattling. Rain pouring down through the pavement cracks onto the train tracks – like leaky faucets scattered through the underground.
Twentysomething
Somehow, I really like bus rides. I know some people who will never or has never set a foot on a bus but well, who cares about them, all I care is that I really like bus rides.
Twentysomething
Life is like sitting around on a lazy rain filled sloppy Sunday afternoon talking about doing something, anything, while Charlie Parker is on the 'phone and your fingers are tap tapping on the rough edge of her photo. Went to DiVerseCity, a poetry reading at la Negrita the other
Art
Used to Italian and French styles, the Russian themes and characterizations were strange at first, but gradually, I got a chance to see the whimsy and affection behind the images.
Twentysomething
Went to Sorn's 'sex' party over the weekend. Penis cake, nipple cupcakes, dildo shots and a big cock piñata. Good times. Nobu was being a perv but he calmed down well enough. I haven't seen that much smoke in a room since college. Well,
Twentysomething
I walked passed a deserted place and came upon a vacant lot. Through the rusty fence the weeds grew high, beautiful, like trembling dreams falling upwards into the mournful indigo sky.
Twentysomething
It was such an exhilarating afternoon, one that made me want to belt out a throaty hoot as the promise of autumn hit me in the jaw. The trees bent to the sidewalks as their creased leaves tugged and pulled the graying branches towards the ground in their annual journey to dirt and roots.
Twentysomething
I like: Dogs. The way they waddle and rock back and forth/lefright rightleft when they pad through the crunchy autumn leaves. Or when they rush towards a flock of feeding pigeons, tongue lolling and laughing as the plump gray birds scatter in fright. Or when they are grinning and
New York
Stellargirl is leaving. I'll no longer have stylesheets to my humdrum days. No mappings to the drop down choices of my weekends. No more blinking dialogue boxes between Reshiff and Fluff. She's gone on to new templates and new code; I'm left with these