Thursday, October 13, 2011

make dinner not war

I'm finally embracing that I have to make dinner for myself on the regular. As in: every day. Every day. I just did it yesterday, and dinner will be happening again tonight. It's relentless.

I was happy to find this slogan on a dinner: a love story ::::

Their recipes have to be good. The bumper sticker is too catchy for mediocrity.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Monday, October 10, 2011

Missed Connections :: Sophie Blackall

Unbelievable Moustache on the C
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
-w4m - 28 (Chelsea)
You: tall, brown hair, incredibly voluminous moustache, blue/green checkered shirt
Me: tall, blonde, wearing all black and Burberry rain boots
I boarded the uptown C train at 14th Street at around 10:50 on Tuesday morning. You got off at 23rd. You were staring at me. Hard. You're really really really ridiculously good-looking.

Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas
Monday, March 23, 2009
-m4w (Harlem)
Remember? Uptown A train. Sunday at around 9pm. I was the black dude reading Bukowski's Post Office. You were reading the Arts and Leisure section. You passed wind rather loudly and started chuckling. I'd like to see you again. The flatulence wasn't a turn-off.

:::: loving these. more here. buy the book here. ::::

Friday, October 7, 2011


A billion years ago (...december of last year...) I e-mailed the photographer that took this knock-ya-back photo to ask his permission to use it on this here blog. He sad yes. I found that e-mail today. Thanks, Nich. It really is something. I'm ready for a snowstorm. Or a Friday working with 30 three-year-olds. same-same.

Photo by Nich McElroy. Go buy some of his art already.