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SHE'S TELLING DIRTY LIES...
APRIL 23, 2002
Here's a quote from an email I received today:
"hi Laura, i was doing a search on the net for sentimental photos and i found your site. I have to say out of about eleventy billion sites it was by far the most interesting and helpful to my search."
Sentimental, huh? No offense dear email sender, but... I, ...my photos... are sentimental? I questioned this, thought long and hard about this, and then decided that this photo here might be one of the prettiest photos I've ever taken, and I resign my argument. Very sentimental:
Listening to: The Flying Burrito Brothers, The International Submarine Band, The Byrds, Gram Parsons, (with the Fallen Angels, and without): all available on one 2-disc Anthology. One wonders if one needs anything else. Except maybe this.
And then on another end of the spectrum: Laub: FileSharing. It's ambient, ethereal, listenable techno-electronica, or whatever this kind of music is called... it's German!
And then, 1968 by France Gall, burned from AFP. Cette Musique est trés fantastique.
Overheard on 42nd street and Lexington yesterday: "Yeah, but I told him, I have the ability to take off my socks with my toes."
SUMMER IS THE NEW SPRING
APRIL 18, 2002
I had some things...
1. There are some people whom you don't mind touching arms with on the crowded train car. Maybe their skin is soft, or caramel brown, or plump; maybe no arm hair. Maybe the niceness is just coming from somewhere within; you let your upper arms rub eachother. Anonymous. You didn't even see their face. You face the other way.
2. Once I sat down in an empty seat on the train, the guy on my right filling more than his share of seat, shoulders budging into mine started to read my book with me, over my shoulder, which was Alain de Botton's On Love. Soon he commented;
"That looks interesting. Is that like, about philosophy?"
"Yeah," I said, "it is like philosophy, like the philosphy of Love,"
"Hmm Yeah. I see that." He said.
And then we both got back to reading.
3. There's a guy now at my train entrance in the morning. If you go to the machine to put money on your MetroCard, he'll offer to swipe his card for you, instead, if you give him a buck. He has an unlimited-ride card...So, all day long he can swipe his card for passengers to get on the train, as long as there is a 12 minute delay between each swipe. He gets a buck for every person he sells a swipe to. And I get a ride for a buck, which is about a fifty cents cheaper... Can't say the guy ain't resourceful. For all the times MTA has ripped me off of my buck-fifty, I'm riding with him whenever he's there to sell me a swipe.
4. Doing the dishes in ice cold water to cool off.
5. Now, in this heat, wondering how it got to be that so many of my clothes are polyester.
6. Now, in this heat, awaiting the imminent arrival of the one, A.Frazier.Priest, for a weekend of Priesty debauchery.
CONSTANTLY WRITING SMALL YELLOW CAPTIONS IN MY HEAD
Another Brooklyncentric Sliding Photo Album: SunDays are for sunny days, and coffee-haze, and feels-like-summer blaze, and discussions of means and ways, and your spoon raised, FDNY praised, used furniture for which nobody paid, and grafitti displayed, hips swayed, paint sprayed, bunnies displayed.... View it:
+ Launch Album SunDay: Lg. version +
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+ Launch Album SunDay: Sm. version +
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Halloween commute [enlarge]
Subway man [enlarge]
I got some thing from some folks...
+ photo of the day
+ the BFG
+ too askew
+ Luke Holder