The saddest day.

Rest in peace, Madalyn.

A brief, nonsensical, cellphone photoblog regarding my past two weeks.

Koreans in the house. And they come bearing candy.


Plump Dumpling


"Pooh - The Sort of Bear Who's Always There"



Elbow Toe strikes again


Umbrellas are cumbersome.


The Arid Plain


We're from Colorado.


Thank you.

Always depending on the kindness of strangers...

"We've had this date with each other from the beginning." - Stanley Kowalski, A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams

A list

These things are good:

1. The new Yohji Yamamoto store at 13th and Gansevoort - Has anybody else seen it??? Amazing, triangular, covered in windows and filled with light. They just started filling it with product, but even (especially?) empty, it is the hot sex. Pictures of terrible quality, taken on my cellphone, to come.

2. Wearing corduroys today - they go sqweh! sqweh! when I walk.

3. Hayden - recommended to me by an indisputable Canadian rock superstar. Listen on myspace here , because I'm too lazy to do anything but link. Gives me the strangely acute desire to be in the Pacific Northwest. Listen, you'll see. Rainandtreesandflannel.

4. Did someone say Rain?! Curious thing, coming from Colorado, where there is 15 inches of precipitation annually - I thought rain in winter was impossible. When cold = snow. But I've come to appreciate any excuse to wear wellies, and I refuse to carry an umbrella. But if I did, I'd call it a brolly, like a Brit. And I'd take it to City Hall, Gov'na, whilst wearing a Mac.

Redecorating.

guh-DAMMIT, downstairs neighbor! Are you Rearranging Furniture at this late hour??? Seriously? I mean, with the MOANING, and the CLATTERING??? Must this be done right now???
Trust me, I know you've had questionable judgement before - I've seen you on rollerblades! - but now is NOT the time to relocate the armoire.
Eesh, that did NOT sound good. Did you sprain something? That sounded inhuman - like a dying animal! You should probably get to a doctor, post-haste.
Tell your lady friend I say "hey."

is my copilot.

If you're reading this blog, you most definitely know me, and you also must acknowledge that I'm nothing if not sporadic. Case in point: this blog.
But! What I lack in consistency, I make up for in...



DOG PICTURES!!!!!11

AIRPLANE EARS!!! Meet Emily (don't you love it when dogs have human names??) She's at the North Shore Animal League, the world's largest no-kill animal shelter (says so on the site!). Go do yourself, the world, and me a favor and adopt her or one of her cellmates. Be warned - I will stalk you and your newly adopted friend.
And don't forget:

Older gals, like Penny here, need homes, too. Couldn't you use a classy, older dame in your home, keeping you in line?
To find shelters in your area (rescue dogs are the ONLY dogs!), go to Petfinder.com

On my honor, I will try

Like many young girls, I was Brownie. No, not a chocolately confection, silly, but a Girl Scout in training, dressed like a short, skinny cafe latte and armed to the teeth with a sashful of badges. It was a blissful time. My mother was the troop leader. We whittled sticks together. No one cared that we had to say "God" in the pledge. We learned about wildlife. Thin mints.
Imagine my joyous nostalgia, then, when I spied the following at the Chelsea Flea Market:

The Brownie Handbook instructs that the pin remain inverted until the scout performs her Good Deed of the Day. Once her civic duty is completed, the Brownie may reattach the pin right-side up to indicate that her title is well deserved.
It also makes for a nifty accessory.
For two dollars, you can't beat that with a whittled stick.
New pins available online at GirlScouts.Org