February 2009
9 posts
It Was Romance
“This is how we are different from other animals, she said. But keep your eyes open so you can see the cloth. We all had white cloth napkins over our faces, and the light glowed through them. It seemed brighter under there, as if the cloth actually filtered out the darkness that was in the rest of the room — the dark rays that come off things and people. The instructor walked around as...
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It's Too Cold
Meet The Saturday Club.
Shot Bruce and Aric outside of my apartment in Long Island City. Quite nippy.
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Nom Noms
The Dining Room Management Group, Inc. on 102 Mott Street. Best chicken ever.
Thanks to Eddie’s “oh I don’t like waking people up” I was able to have breakfast at 2pm instead of scanning at the lab.
I didn’t get to watch the Oscars but we have a ballot pool going on at the office, I’m pretty sure I just lost five dollars.
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Few Things
These are taken by Jing Quek, a 25 year old Singaporean photographer that graduated two years ago from SVA. Pretty amazing, David LaChapelle-esque?
Can’t remember how I stumbled upon this but it looks interesting, it received half a star from Slant Magazine, B+ from Yahoo users, and 7.7/10 on IMDB. The DVD cover looks ridiculous but it’s an intruiging topic —...
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Good Morning Lesbians
Remember that Charlie’s Angels Spoof on The L-Word season 5 episode 3?
Pew pew pew, gaydar.
My Name is Dust
and I am in all of your photographs. Found a roll of film under my bed.
Yes I know, Christmas is over.
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Starting two new projects, one of them is to forgive.
“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow...
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Dining at Perle
Date with the Wellesleyians at a French brasserie in the financial district. By the way, I am usually not this classy. This is my first attempt to publicly blog since my Xanga days back in high school.
It’s good to be single.