SATURDAY IN BROOKLYN

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NIGHTS PART I

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MOSQUITO DAY

Here's a few, more later.

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HOCKEY NIGHT

Hockey Night came to nyc this weekend and I had no idea. This despite being alerted on myspace by Loose Record's Jay who's a genius in many ways and knows everything good going on. I never check myspace, maybe I should. I really like Hockey Night, their artwork and photos, their music and the other people who like them too and show up to see them. Instead I spent the night at my friend's apartment ripping through three 50s, checking out her latest artwork and watching her collection of Chris Cunningham videos...and engaging in 9 strait hours of conversation. My personal affiliation with substances is more the pedestrian and pragmatic new yorker that has to get up for work in the morning. But these girls had laid out such a decadent assortment of uncommon things that I felt like a dog who wanders into the kitchen and finds an unguarded cold cut platter on the counter. Fuck the puppychow so to speak. My friends are sort of bougesoise Neal Cassady types who are experts in the alchemy of counteracting one thing with another to achieve what they want with enough errie accuracy as to make you believe that they know exactly what they're doing. That combined with the fact that they're very pretty, assertive and obscenely smart had me following their directions. They certainly seem to know what they're doing. I had a great time and woke up, albeit late sunday evening, feeling wonderful. I wish I had seen hockey night though.

ROOF PARTY AND SCHOOL RETREAT

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SAN FRANCISCO PART 6

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FUN

My roommate moved back in temporarily. She was like, "oh my god, how can you live like this, we need to clean--right nouw!" and started scrubbing everything wearing a pretty dress, fancy shoes, I dream of Jeanie hair and rubber gloves. I said "don't you want to change into sweatpants or a laundry outfit?" and she looked at me, confused, and said "this is my laundry outfit."

I missed her.

BUS SEATS

I've never quite understood why they decided to coat the new bus seats in speckled blue industrial fur instead of the polished plastic of the old days. They're more comfortable but not by much and I guess the matte textured surface prevents you from sliding into the next seat when the driver executes a -8G braking manuever at each and every stop. Today a little girl sat next to me wearing a purple mesh-jersey as a dress. Her mom helped her up and sat somewhere else. I wouldn't really have noticed except that this teeny girl kept poking me and bumping her cornrows into me. I looked down and she seemed to be looking for something under her seat. When she got up to go she paused and her mother yelled at her to come so I looked up and I saw her eyeing the seat next to me before she turned leave with a confused and frustrated look as if she had left something behind. That's when I noticed the big wet stain on her ass. She had, in fact, left something behind. I felt some sort of anthropomorphic happiness from the seat fur as if it had finally earned it's pay and done something that polished plastic could not.

SURFING AT MARTIN'S BEACH

Sorry, these images are high res (over 30 megapixels) and a lot cooler blown up. Maybe I'll retrofit this thing to show them bigger.

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MY AUNT'S BIRTHDAY PARTY

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