ONCE AGAIN, WE FIND OURSELVES AMIDST the glamour and excitement that is New York Fashion Week—the shows! the clothes! the parties! the celebrities! the grinding out of four to six articles per day, for eight days running, after having dosed oneself with enough Venti Soy Cappuccinos to fell a bull elephant. Or, at least, so be the evidence as found on my work desk from last Fashion Week, pictured above. Aside from the image, other extended thoughts on the matter may be found here.
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Fashion Week,
Two bags of Utz Party Mix, replete with Tortilla Chips, BBQ Corn Chips, Nachos, &. Pretzel Wheels. These bags, previously full &. purchased during a train ride from DC to New York, are now empty, thereby making this:
A Moment of Fear &. Horror.
Early morning rush hour traffic in South Florida — complete with a 14-wheeler overturned at the median of SW-10th Street. Sigh. How I love this place. (Though not necessarily its highways.)
Palm Beach, FL—For your Memorial Day Travels, a Moment of Fear &. Horror from Gate B3 of Palm Beach International Airport, namely, my co-passengers on a flight back to New York. Please note that this photograph Continue reading
New York, NY—Dachshund owners from the tri-state area descended upon Washington Square Park for some sort of wiener-dog day hullaballoo. In the midst of all this was a concessions stand, pictured above, where two people were selling figurines, posters, and t-shirts of the ever-lovable, phallic-shaped doggie. It took me a moment to realize that this was, indeed, a genuine Moment of Fear &. Horror. Continue reading
Wellington, FL — From the Wellington Mall, an overhead shot of Children at play on a very large, very bright waffle, while parents look on. Continue reading
Welcome to Great Books, Half Read. May I say, from the get-go, that I’m embarking upon this enterprise half-heartedly. It sort of reminds me of when parents ask their children, “If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it, too?”
A professor of Near Eastern Studies once told me that the invention of writing allowed us to enter into an unnatural dialogue with the dead and the faraway. A little reed stylus drawn across a clay tablet, and before we knew it, Puzurshulgi from Uruk could trade words (and love, and war, and religion, and advice, and goats) with Ashurshdigir of Nineveh. Imagine the possibilities! Continue reading