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stripes, no stars.


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this day day feels weird
like a stripe-y triangle.
not a lot of flare.

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see ya.


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i f-ing love kites.
is that weird? like really weird?
it is? i don’t care.

m8, i miss you.


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I bet it was so easy for them to budget cut your weekend service. It’s always so fucking easy when you don’t know, when you can’t remember. But you do, right?   You remember those weekend afternoons you used to pick me up in front of 9th Street and ride patiently while I got lost in shameless people watching and song surfing until you finished that straight shot commute to the West Village?  Crosstown, downtown – that’s all I needed and you did both.  You.  Did.  Both.
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I’m sure, to them, it’s nothing.  Probably because they don’t know it’s just a cold weekday morning now.  The sun’s is barely up, I’m heading one way, you’re heading another, and no one, not even you or me, is looking for adventure.  And we always look away, ignoring each other because we have to.  Because we can’t.  Because we’re running late.   Because we don’t care.
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but you know what, kid?
i remember how it was.
and that is something.

polar butt.


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this is a haiku
about being so sick that
you can’t be bothered.
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ps – except to grow a polar butt.

spacing out.


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Sometimes I feel like I’m running on empty, like there’s no cop out, no clock out, no answer besides yes, of course, will do.  No really, no problem!  Just email me, text me, call me, chat me, tap me, ask me, ask me, ask me.
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how’s my job going?
[i need to steal some pens and
draw the line] just fine.

the fox is awesome.


When I first discovered Bobby Solomon’s blog thanks to this fine lady, it felt like I gained a rad older brother who should have been really annoyed at how much I wanted to be like him, but instead was totally cool with it and even let me hang out with him and his equally rad friends once in a while (hello, awesome).  Anyway, I’ve been trying to watch his CreativeMornings presentation, “Things I’ve Learned From Being Bored,” for over a month, but it’s been really insane here trying to get acclimated to this new job that I haven’t been able to get a whole lot of face time with my bff the internet . . . until now.  Oh man, not only was his talk the kind of kick in the blogging ass I soo hoped it would be, but it also totally reaffirmed that despite Bobby’s insane talent and ridiculously large following, he’s really just a super nice dude who also curates a super nice blog.
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basically, guys,
bobby is the f-ing best
(i love how he rolls).

cat napped.


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i mostly slam cats,
but this one seems different.
a dog in disguise . . . ?

times infinity + 1.



Seasons by Donna Hay
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Just a little heads up – posting throughout the next two weeks or so may be lighter than usual because today was my last day at the firm, tonight I’m heading upstate to spend Thanksgiving weekend with my best friend and his family (all of whom I love times infinity + 1), and then Monday I start my new job.  Please please please just keep in mind, it’s not you (it’s me).  Oh, and in case I haven’t told you already, thank you.  Thank you sooo f-ing much.
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i think the dead said,
“what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
me? I’m just grateful.

in stores today.


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i got a new job.
here’s a mix to celebrate
i hope you like it.
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liner thank you notes:…dan, eric, joji, lani, justine, aj, ashley, patrick, buster, all the dudes at continuum, the internet, hudson river bike lanes, garamond small caps, steve whitfield, tory fair, esalen, my libertine blazer, cinnamon schoolbook cookies, amex, testmasters, mechanical pencils, whole foods on bowery, 9th street on 10th street, lula’s sweet apothecary, crunch gym, west village housing works, rubgy’s return policy, liquiteria, klean kanteen, dog days, tresemmé hair gel, 3 in 1 pie, the astrotwins, google reader, and you guys.