from Invisible Man (1952) redux

play the game, but don't believe in it; that much you owe yourself. even if it lands you in a strait jacket or a padded cell. play the game, but raise the ante.

from Invisible Man (1952)

but he wanted mainly his friend of midnight consultations, his comrade of many battles, who over the weary years had remained steadfast in defeat as in victory.

resolved:

although I made no resolutions this year, I feel as if I've broken 3 of them already. maybe I needed a month to figure it out, because I'm starting anew mañana.

they sell postcards in the gift shop.

maybe I'm old-fashioned or out of it, but when I see you hold up a camera at an event, I wonder: are you even experiencing the event you're supposedly watching?

if you can't say anything nice...

I wouldn't say that Lana Del Rey is a subpar (that would be putting it kindly) or untalented singer, because I honestly believe that my TV might be out of tune.

smokester

I've cut my smoking in half (literally!) in three steps: 1. roll a cig. 2. use the scissors in a Swiss army knife to cut the cig in half. 3. enjoy the half-cig.

a Herculean task

I had that dream again—the one in which the play is afoot & I haven't learned my lines for the part of some ancient Roman/Greek hero. Brad Pitt was in this one.

snow wonder

why is a snowfall so magical? is it the seeming whimsy of each flake? the way it seems to dampen all sound? its potential for making weathermen call a snow day?

not a resolution

so, I'm trying to kick the habit. it's that thing of when you don't smoke with your morning coffee, have a cig on your way to work, or light up on the way home.

today, last year

this is the anniversary of a post (one of many) on found pennies. last week, in NYC, I think I found more nickels & dimes than pennies, for whatever it's worth.