something about mirrors

It was so late in the season and I was delirious after so many wasted days on Cajun popcorn and pillow dress malaise. But that wasn't it at all. And I know it.

I don't know what it was. Tricks of the mind. Head games. Fun house mirrors where we looked like each other but only from far away. I paid five cents for the gimmick, and even though it's over, I can't find my way out.

Fire a the circus fun house. Someone call an ambulance.

And after everything:

"Can you believe it -- we made it," she said.

Or was it a question?

internet, i knew you'd pull through eventually

Though now I probably have some detrimental virus. Oh, well!

worms of a feather

. The worms are arriving tomorrow! The worm house is furnished with egg shells and old coffee grounds, a tomato or a shallot here and there. If you need some poop to liven up your houseplants, I'm your lady [in five months].

. Hopefully, come January I'll be learn more about corn/worms/real food/fake food/history of pizza at NYU.

. A web-pilfered Photoshop serial code has been surprisingly difficult to obtain [successfully]. (WTF Internet!?)

.Here is an unedited midnight photo anyway. (Yeah, that's right, F you, Internet!)

"he must have needed to say that really badly"

And then Glen said, "It's like you're a ghost." And he said, "Or dead." And he said, "It's like something has been amputated." And he said, "You feel like no one can see you, like you're invisible." And he said, "Like a ghost."

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Currently in the business of chasing pipe dreams. Such as:

food dreams

and:

plant dreams.

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I'm still trying to successfully download a Photoshop CS3 Extended serial code, so I can put up those photo of the lightning/ocean/nighttime.

at midnight the atlantic ocean looks like a valley

The houses look like a miniature porcelain town, each one lit up by a single blub of a string of Christmas lights. The sky lights up like so many flickers of a light bulb. Every now and then, the veiny flashy of lightning somewhere to the right of us, or the front, or the left, like a painting of lightning at the seashore.

Photos from a Loveladies lightning storm coming soon.

things babies don't udnerstand: brunch

Someone said recently, "It's like the whole world moved to Brooklyn to have babies."

I have never seen so many babies before in my life-- babies on the subway, babies with their own bicycles, babies in papooses hanging from baby-daddy shoulders. And increasingly I've considered to questions, closely related but not the same:

1. How do babies become adults?
Babies for sure do not understand cups and plates. They do not understand that when you hold a cup sideways, all the water falls out. This baffles babies! And yet, somehow, at some point, babies learn it, and then, miraculously, they are adults. How does that happen!?

2. What things are babies subjected to that they simply cannot understand?
As per the previous example, I must admit that it's pretty obvious that babies would not understand gravity. It's abstract; it's scientific; it's both at once (did I just make that up? is it only scientific?) -- potentially very confusing thing. But there are a hell of a lot of things that I think people assume babies understand.

Babies don't understand brunch (no matter how carefully you explain it, babies do not understand why it is stylish to have organic eggs at 11am on a Sunday and why they have to do it). Babies don't understand why they have ribbons in their hair. Babies don't understand subway service changes that only apply on the weekends after midnight.

And that is just the truth. These are very real concerns of mine. And that is also the truth.