be sure not to do something permanent just because you feel something temporary
a diligent and creative labor of love spanning decades; i log things i can't forget, so i don't forget them.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
let it go – the
e.e. cummings
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear
so comes love
Friday, July 19, 2013
I think I realize why I'm so scared of dying. Why I get panic attacks about it sometimes.
When I was really young, I started to lose my sight really fast. and the thought of the world around me blurring and disappearing freaked me out a lot. I'd have terrible nightmares. And maybe that's where it started.
the pain he feel's the only explanation
for believing lies are true
When I was really young, I started to lose my sight really fast. and the thought of the world around me blurring and disappearing freaked me out a lot. I'd have terrible nightmares. And maybe that's where it started.
the pain he feel's the only explanation
for believing lies are true
Sunday, July 14, 2013
the taxi line at penn station, wonjo, apartment, red egg.
pain quotidien, juice at lifethyme, moma's rain room, the exhibitions on oldenberg and corbusier, guggenheim- james turell, utrecht, naptime. spice market, the high line, west side highway water's edge sunset and grass, jane hotel bar, apple pie at french roast. booty.
12 chairs brunch. taxi.
pain quotidien, juice at lifethyme, moma's rain room, the exhibitions on oldenberg and corbusier, guggenheim- james turell, utrecht, naptime. spice market, the high line, west side highway water's edge sunset and grass, jane hotel bar, apple pie at french roast. booty.
12 chairs brunch. taxi.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
My bra was irritating me and I'd suspected for a while that I wasn't wearing the right size. As someone who has larger boobs, I'm afraid of sagging, and one of the many causes is wearing an ill fitting bra.
So this place is kind of awesome. and instead of a 34B which I thought I was for years, I'm a 32C.
http://nymag.com/guides/everything/bras/41545/
The Orchard Corset Center
157 Orchard St., nr. Stanton St. 212-674-0786
This is not so much a bra store as a time warp, stuck resolutely in 1968, with bra boxes piled floor to ceiling and a torn curtain covering the “dressing room.” The owner, a bewigged Orthodox woman, looked up from her crocheting when I walked in. “You’re wearing a D,” she stated in a matter-of-fact Brooklyn accent. “You’re a triple D.”
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