Wednesday, January 31, 2007
GWB was in town today, right near my office...
...first pic is of his motorcade in front of the stock exhange, from the NYT. Second pic is from my phonecam as his motorcade passed by. BTW, that's not my pointer or thumb in the frame.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Me llamo Paco
I bought a flamenco guitar and found a flamenco teacher here in NYC. I've been going nuts watching Google videos of Paco de Lucia and Camaron de la Isla lately...decided I MUST learn to play flamenco. Going to give up the chess lessons, a lost cause for me...I suck so bad.
The guitar is sweet. It buzzes a lot and is loud and bright and sounds like it should when compared to my good classicals...
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Very sweet little story...
...about a kid saying goodbye to Christmas trees. I found the site via Alec Soth's blog, one of the consistently most interesting blogs I read.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Just found this, so funny
...its Betsy all hammered from like a year ago when we all had gone out. I'm sure she'll appreciate it.
click to listen...
click to listen...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Happy New Year.
I had a vivid memory while lying in bed this morning. Outside of our window there was a car with bass-heavy music playing. The windows were closed, so you could only hear the thump...thump...thump. With my head under my pillow it sounded like windshield wipers in a car, and I had this sort of deja vu/flashback of being a young kid alone in my dad's Dodge van with the engine running while he jumped out to buy a pack of cigarettes. The stickiness of the plastic seats in the moist air, the smell of my father mixed with cigarettes mixed with the faint smell of engine oil and the sound of rain on the windshield and the slow thump...thump...thump of the wipers.
It was very powerful and not strange at all. I could totally smell and hear it.
Also, I read a very funny sentence (it was about poetic technique, for what its worth): If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep."
It was quoted here.
I had a vivid memory while lying in bed this morning. Outside of our window there was a car with bass-heavy music playing. The windows were closed, so you could only hear the thump...thump...thump. With my head under my pillow it sounded like windshield wipers in a car, and I had this sort of deja vu/flashback of being a young kid alone in my dad's Dodge van with the engine running while he jumped out to buy a pack of cigarettes. The stickiness of the plastic seats in the moist air, the smell of my father mixed with cigarettes mixed with the faint smell of engine oil and the sound of rain on the windshield and the slow thump...thump...thump of the wipers.
It was very powerful and not strange at all. I could totally smell and hear it.
Also, I read a very funny sentence (it was about poetic technique, for what its worth): If someone’s chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don’t turn around and shout, "Give it up! I was a track star for Mineola Prep."
It was quoted here.