| нога бойца колоть устала, подумала я утром, когда нога отказывалась влезать в штанинy, что бы потом п...ть на работу.
моя мама сказала, что в союзе так не работали.
the pressure that we create, fall under, perpetuate, is insane.
and then, sometime between 5 and 6 today, there will be a moment when i will turn off my cell and experience pleasure not felt for a long while. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment   |
| the many years of proffessional shopping did not go unnoticed by the Universe. Mr. Cunningham took my picture today in the falling snow.
yes, i was wearing my bright fuscia pink puffy coat.
and, yes, i was wearing my gold snow boots.
and, yes, i could feel with my back that he was now turning around and pointing his camera at me.
breathing seemed much too frivolous an occupation when the NY Times was taking an interest. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | mechanical humming | | Subject: | what is dumbo? | | Time: | 10:31 am | | Current Mood: | content |
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| a black man on the street telling me in passing - "i loved the silver shoes yesterday, and i love the gold ones today".
a Buddhist's temple spitting distance away from the projects, surrounded by its own cloud of happy calm. the pear tree behind it. the old wooden desk in the middle of its yard, with or without the shinny faced monk sitting at it, the small asian child swiping the non-existent outside dirt. am literally addicted to the 1 minute it takes every morning to walk by on the way the concrete nesting of design and fashion studios by the water.
a woman who walks 2 piglets during the light of day, they are gray and pink, and almost cuddly in a slightly repulsive kinda way.
a good french patisserie, where they disapprove when the only thing i get every day is coffee.
dumbo is this strange combination of water, light reflected by it, views of Manhattan, designery crowd, tourists and finally, the projects where the reality of the rest of it is hammered down into you. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| why are they all wearing linen, in at least 3 of his latest movies? does he think it's the most seductive of fabrics?
it seems to be utterly without a place in today's fashion zeitgeist. is that it ? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| we need a network person, part time, all windows, some cisco. local, NY, Brooklyn.
right now, our network for some reason decided to periodically go down in the middle of the day. not fun. at least not as much fun as one on average intends to receive from a working environment.
please reply to this post if interested or know someone who is, will atempt to screen comments. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| it does feel a bit on the unnecessary side to try and get any work done. it is the last friday before christmas. 4:27pm. my orthodox jewish office mates have slinked out, either for shabbat or who knows why. who knows who one talks to internally.
meanwhile, the last new yorker has a nice urban american story. was unaware such things existed. but wham. here they are.
happy new year, my beloved. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| why is it always Rome that the school is taking a class trip to? do american schools not travel anywhere but Rome?
or, is the religious fervor supposed to completely overtake us and guide us to mountains of chocolate? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | the hum of the air conditioner | | Subject: | fear | | Time: | 11:21 am |
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| i only fear myself.
everything else historically regarded as "bad", let's for example, just for the sake of argument, take the end of the world, pales in comparison to what one might think, do or horror of horrors accomplish. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| приснилось что очередная псевдо-фашисткая оккупация неожиданно оборвалась на том, что на экране компьютера высветилось сообщение к главному извергу:
"Honey, you're an iLiar" - и оказалось что это все очередная айМаковская шутка. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | gnarles barkley | | Subject: | music | | Time: | 07:00 pm | | Current Mood: | green contentment |
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| zak was right as always.
an absolutely perfect soul/r&b/whatevah the right acronym is, that i've been searching for forever. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | keane | | Subject: | теперь это как? | | Time: | 10:41 am | | Current Mood: | ушла в бильгя |
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| if one divides the world, the cirle that it is into 2 halves: one filled with all the good things that we have created, made up, came up with, realized and the bad...
on the good side:
Бильгя... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | the sound of a fan | | Subject: | дети | | Time: | 05:53 pm | | Current Mood: | adult |
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| у меня под окнами детский сад. как зовут одного из мальчиков, я точно не знаю, но до моего 5го этажа доходит это все приблизительно следующим образом:
- a...hole, i told you to put her down.
- a...hole, you have 2 minutes to get out of the pool
- a...hole, stop yelling this instance. the whole neighbourhood can hear you.
вопрос: как зовут ребенка? у меня есть конечно свои идеи на эту тему, но все таки хотелось бы узнать мнение общественности. | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | construction above head | | Subject: | the Game | | Time: | 10:44 am | | Current Mood: | sick and full of energy |
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| the condition he sets before saying "hello", is let's be closed. you'll be closed and i'll be closed. and let's just wait and see who'll outclose each other.
hence the game carries on. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | for some reason most of the "thinking" these days gets done on the subway, the number 6 train to be exact. i imagine it's the new yorker's version of a toilet. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i do so adore not getting enough sleep. once the initial horror of keeping one's eyes open and having to move about is over, the beautiful haze settles in and the rest of the day one need not be consicous.
this slowness of inner reaction and dullness of perception makes everything fall into it's one and only perfect place. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| the gas next to me on the subway kept expanding and taking up every inch of space all the way between union square and brooklyn bridge. the time between astor and spring was spent dilligently polishing her reading glasses, a little later she produced a magazine out of her sizable bag.
someone or something interrupted my mediation, and i actually managed to focus my eyesight, which is not an easy task in itself, on what she was reading.
you guessed it. it was a catalog of man's underwear. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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