February 23rd, 2005
No one is ever going to believe me now, but there are a few of you who can corroborate that it is my long-standing wish to have my dead body shot out of a canon. Now that my excellent and carefully crafted funeral plans have been stolen by none other than Hunter S. Thomspon, [...]
February 17th, 2005
11:00 A.M.: Meet Demba at Mafia-run pastry shop. Normally, I meet him at the library, but on Wednesday, when we usually meet, Demba’s wife was having her day care business inspected by the Department of Health and on Thursdays, the library doesn’t open until 1:00.
Snobbishness about cappucino/espresso one of the uncanny similarities [...]
February 13th, 2005
Maybe you had a hard day, a working Saturday. Maybe you read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on a very long subway ride, almost the whole thing in one shot, like your own drug-fueled road trip on the Q train, complete with hallucintory attorney. Maybe when you came to you were a [...]
February 11th, 2005
I just got back from a shopping spree at the dollar store. These are really the only shopping sprees anyone should go on. At a dollar per item, you can’t carry enough home to signifcantly deplete your funds. Today’s dollar store shopping list included:
Three (3) martini glasses, unaesthetically imprinted with the [...]