(Untitled)- December 30, 2004 The Obvious Solution My housemate Simone was frantic last night. She had lost her car keys. She suspected that she may have left them in the shoe shop down on Bedford Avenue, but it was long closed for the night and would not be open until 8 the next morning. This was a big problem: not only was she due to depart for the holiday weekend today, ferrying her friends up to a cabin in the mountains,http://skunklove.blogspot.com/2004/12/obvious-solution-my-housemate-simone.html (Untitled)- December 29, 2004 Forcefields I wandered around the Flatiron District today, having arrived early for an interview in the neighborhood. It is my friend Tal's favorite neighborhood, the area most quintessentially old New York, he claims, and full of office buildings from the 1910s and 20s with ornate street-facing facades of brick, masonry, and terra cotta. And then there are the gaps between the buildings, filledhttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2004/12/forcefields-i-wandered-around-flatiron.html (Untitled)- December 23, 2004 Overheard Snippets I regret not having come up with this website myself. It's hysterical. And vulgar, so if that isn't your favorite you might not like it. It reminds me of a game I used to play with my friends in high school called "impossible conversation." We used to pass people on the street and make up a bizarre piece of conversation for their amusement. An example would be: "...and it'shttp://skunklove.blogspot.com/2004/12/overheard-snippets-i-regret-not-having.html |