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.