Mankind Love All: I'm really enjoying this mix by guest djs She-Ra and Cut Faster on flatplastic.com [via Red, photographer extraordinaire]

....this whole thing. It is indulgent.
Disproportionally inflated ... blatantly fragile?

Seems like self-deprecation can be a humble symptom of security. Or, is it our way of saying "you could never possibly criticize me more than i can criticize myself, so... i'm one up on you."?
I don't know.
I don't know... sometimes. Most times.

Packing. Exile in Guyville, Packing.

"... But if i'd known, how that would sound to you, i would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life, just to prove i was right, that it's harder to be friends than lovers. And you shouldn't try to mix the two. Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy, then you know that the problem is you.
And it's true that i stole your lighter, and it's also true that i lost the map. But when you said that i wasn't worth talking to, i had to take your word on that."
  --liz phair, Divorce Song

last night: Tungsten 74 at Knitting factory, followed by Snatch. After reading the NYPress' film review, i can't say i disagree with their criticism, but 'S good enough. Wee bit convoluted, innit? Not enough Benicio, but still bloody entertaining.

Crouching Females, Hidden Toilet: I'm going to design and engineer the movie-theather bathroom stall door which doesn't default to the 'closed' position when vacant, but rather, when not locked from the inside, pops open to show the 20 member line of females awaiting that the stall is available. Either that, or I'm going to start snapping spycam pictures of crouching women, as we bend down to peek under the stall for the absence of feet, identifying when a stall is free.

Today: life drawing

A devastating earthquake hit El Salvador on January 13, 2001. Want to help? You can make a donation towards relief for those who suffered the earthquake's distruction via one of these resources.

Did anyone else find Charlie Rose to be downright wasted last night while interviewing Sean Penn? My God, he was lit. Giddy. He's clearly secretly in love with Sean Penn. That's fair. Because Bill is in love with us.

Good bye Bill Clinton, non-inhaling political genius with weak preference for the extramarital. Has anyone else noticed how Bill Clinton could declare, in full-sincerity mode, during public addresses to the Entire United States of America: "I love you"?
I love you.
It's so intimate. He loves me. He loves you. It's such a big, intimate thing to say. Isn't it hard to imagine, say, Ronald Reagan declaring his love for you -for us- each and every one of us? I wonder if Bill is the first President to delcare his passion for our country in that most direct of ways.

+ Have i mentioned moonmilk? Another brooklynite photog-blog.