i miss this place more than anything

like i said before, i'll be live-blogging my entire vacation from this dock:

my heart...

i found this on the stairs of the nassau g station yesterday at approximately 6:30pm. apparently love letters are lost & found at this particular station all the time.


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i hope marika can be with chris again, physicly.

Dada Morphing

pastelplaid (12:35:47 PM): me & kim jong il

aerinly (12:36:35 PM): that is strange but mainly because i don't know who that is
pastelplaid (12:37:24 PM): north korean leader?
aerinly (12:37:34 PM): what's a north korea/
pastelplaid (12:37:51 PM): its a candy bar
aerinly (12:38:47 PM): oh, like from the local dive bar?
pastelplaid (12:38:57 PM): yeah, like a bunny rabbit
aerinly (12:39:28 PM): what sorts of furs does it wear?
pastelplaid (12:39:44 PM): just pleather
aerinly (12:39:56 PM): what's the blog weather on that?
pastelplaid (12:40:19 PM): A+
aerinly (12:40:50 PM): i thought you couldn't join the airforce if your eyesight wasn't at least half red/half blue?
pastelplaid (12:41:04 PM): i believe thats true
aerinly (12:41:24 PM): then how can my GPA not work as a navigation system?
pastelplaid (12:41:57 PM): because its wasted
pastelplaid (12:43:27 PM):
aerinly (12:43:53 PM): now that, THAT makes sense. fuck.

scariest.thing.ever.

john travolta as a child!

The dead sea is the best place ever, and Simon is here in Tel Aviv with me!

kirk douglas watch '08: pt. 2

slowly, but surely the dream is coming true.

Big Brother Body Odor

Today I overslept and was an hour late to work. I smelled (still smell) like a glass of wine with a cigarette butt floating in it being slowly poured over a musty armpit. I have been so tired all day, doing the head drop doze every five minutes and almost snapping my neck. I made up a job that had to be done in the president’s office then snuck in there, sat right down on his big expensive office chair and took a 30 minute nap. It seemed to help.
Did you know there are people out in this world we share who don’t know what a peperocini is? I met two of them at the bodega this afternoon.
All I want in life is my comforter, a bath and Seinfeld. I think I’ll take a bubble bath and put the computer on the toilet when I get home.
I finished the New Yorker article “Hello, Hal” which is basically about computers learning how to communicate with humans. Man, it got heavy and scary at the end there:
The City of Groningen has installed an aggression-detector at a busy intersection in an area full of pubs. Elevated microphones spaced thirty meters apart run along both sides of the street, joining an existing network of cameras. These connect to a computer at the police station in Groningren. If the system hears certain sound patterns that correspond with aggression, it sends an alert to the police station where the police can assess the situation by examining close-circuit monitors: if necessary, officers are dispatched to the scene.
For a seemingly innocuous paragraph (and idea) I got incredibly creeped out after reading it. I’m no post-apocalyptic-conspiracy-theorist-information junkie but I think it’s safe to say that once city governments start monitoring aggression levels in public places via hidden recording equipment and then allowing a select few individuals (Police) to personally gage any emotion that exceeds a tolerable (socially defined?) amount of rage and determine whether or not a person is dangerous is just…so….I don’t know. Like Fahrenheit 451 or 1984, sure, yeah, we talk about police states and living in the public domain and the loss of privacy but it is actually happening and at such an increased rate. It’s just the way it’s sneaking up on us; the way it starts as this small invention/experiment created to better mankind…

kirk douglas watch '08

i have never seen a more perfect being.
kirk, i love you.

nightmare / dreamland

crab nips.

last night on the Q train, i saw a shirtless man with a giant crab tattoo on his abdomen:

I have become increasingly fascinated/obsessed with GDR, communism, and general East Germany while living here.
Today, I read about this new hostel-a bit contrived, but I fell for it anyway. Click on "zimmer" (room) on the little wizard guy then on the pictures to see more. It's great.
I'm not kidding or doing this on purpose but this entry was sparked by the fact that I have Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others) playing on my computer but behind this browser, so I can just hear it, and then in this window, opened in tabs I have a wikipedia page article about Karl Marx, a GDR image search, and Ostel...

Melissa, you would love Karl Marx, just look at his sexy black mustache in contrast to that white hair.

things i could have gotten for free on craigslist today:

1. upright piano for my living room, which also serves as a much needed storage unit.


2. doghouse with modern graffiti-style tag on the roof.


3. they tell me this is a swimming pool. i measured my living room, and i can fit a 12' diameter pool in there. people think i am joking about getting a pool, but i am not.


4. second piano, for my bedroom.


5. jacuzzi, with a cover! this will go in my bedroom.


6. the boat i've been needing for weekend trips
out of the city.

hm.