Just realized that it’s been one year exactly since I first started Satori in Brooklyn! Thanks for reading.
UnionDocs Collaborative: Inductive Thread
Saturday, February 20, 2010, 8:00 p.m.
Theater 1 (The Roy and Niuta Titus Theater 1), T1
11 West 53 Street
It was pretty phoney of us, if you really want to know what I think.
I found a copy of Catcher lying around and started reading it again a few days ago. It’s only the second time I’ve read it (the first being the obligatory high school read) and, maybe happily, I feel about the same about it. Except I forgot how hilarious it is!
What a school. You were always watching somebody cut their damn toenails or squeeze their pimples or something.
Old Marty was like dragging the Statue of Liberty around the floor. [About dancing with one of the three “grools” from Seattle.]
The cab I had was a real old one that smellled like someone’d tossed his cookies in it.
His name was Commander Blop or something. He was one of those guys that think they’re being a pansy if they don’t break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you.
I figured if she was a prostitute and all, I could get in some practice on her, in case I ever got married or anything.
On bad movies: All I can say is, don’t see it if you don’t want to puke all over yourself.
It took me about an hour to just get her goddamn brassiere off. By the time I did get it off, she was about ready to spit in my eye.
Happily, I was back in San Francisco for the holidays. I didn’t realize I basically just took pictures of food. However, I promise this isn’t turning into a photo blog! Just busy as usual, but hoping to get to do some actual posts soon.
(see also: me trying balut in Manila)
Ouf. Back in Brooklyn. No burritos, no taconomics, no justice, no peace.
I know. It’s been forever. Excuse my lapse; I’m (still) in the thick of grad school apps, but after a very nice Thanksgiving I made some time to go through photos from my trip to France. Here are Paris photos with more to come…