GIANT FAKE CONDIMENTS-N-BAGEL!

Lexington and 80th Street.







I wonder how old these are?

I'd love to have that jumbo mustard jar! I'd keep it in the fridge.

I made this!

Elotes, at home! (With brito and greenbeans.)

I love Mexican food. One way in which New York beats any Canadian city.

I think I AM cursed

First this, and today this:



What even IS that? The screen is almost totally blank, but it's actually covered with a window; you can see the little edge at the bottom. But it will not move, hide, or minimize.



And where are all the docs I was working on?!



Sigh.

Force quit.

Tomorrow: call I.T.!

If I find $298 on the street

I will buy this dress.



Everyone start dropping money!

I love these

I found these alphabetized address cards in a recycling bag full of paper ephemera on the street, next to the bag with the Skippy jar and the Tupperware containers.







These are relics of a truly different time: a time when you typed the addresses of your neighborhood friends on individual cards and kept them in a file box on the table next to your phone.

Then, at Christmas, you sent cards to all of them.

I could cry.

Truck dreams

We like whitey, but this brown baby is also VERY sweet.



When will the future be here!?

UPDATE

Cactus mini-friends: Why is Greg's SO MUCH BIGGER?



Perhaps his cat talisman is more powerful.

Décor

On the table:







Greg is the genius who put the shell hat on the birdie.

Best centerpiece ever.

Subway paint spill

Then. Now:



Manna from Brooklyn: "Keeping You Posted."

My friend Peter

"Here are some photos I know you'll like," he wrote.



This is his cat, Sophia.



Command-option-kitty.



Big kitty?



Who is this guy?



Puppet show.

Thanks P-rock, you were right!

Work flair

Yes, it's my office door.



And there is my office door handle pom pom!

Thanks Hannah!

Aw, shucks!

Thanks for the shout-out, skinny laminx and sfgirlbybay!

And thanks all y'all for visiting my shabby Brooklyn lodgings!

INCREDIBLE!

Last night, I met Greg at the new studio after work. On the way to the building from the subway, I found this chair!



It's an old one, made in Eldred, Pennsylvania.

Good condition. Contents: hog hair (78%), horse mane (11%), and "rubberized garnetted wool clippings" (11%).

(They must have shaved a lot of hogs?)



I left it in the studio's "hang-out corner."



Then, as we walked home I found this, in a bag hanging on a fence:



Yep, it's a 26 cm enameled steel Le Creuset frying pan.



Perfect condition except . . . it needs a replacement phenolic plastic handle.



Alright! Now I can sit in a chair and fry things!

Staple stab

It's not all fun and games being an editor.

Bear friends

Greg went to Toronto on the weekend, and I was all by myself.



I was lonely, so I got these guys out. We had some good conversations.

Today they're having a lie-in.



Gonna lounge around and whisper and giggle all morning.

I believe they call that "semi-hibernation."

Supper

I cleaned the greenbeans last night.



Yep, our table is also our desk and a kitchen counter, because until Greg gets his studio set up he can't build me a desk or build our extra surface in the kitchen.

SOON!



(PS: Giant beans!)

Sniiiiff, ah!

You know that awesome smell where you can't tell if it's food or sweat?



That's what 53rd Street smelled like yesterday when I left work.

Yum yum!

(Barriers: not because of the smell. The UN is in session, and lots of motorcades passed today.)

Worst book ever written?

I found this first edition on the sidewalk last year.




































Just sold it for twenny bucks! Aw yeah.

Found a brick!

There were a few of these in a little stack by a restaurant on Meeker Avenue.





This will be a great wedding present some day, for a couple with initials P and M . . . who are rilly into crappy old bricks!

I know they're out there somewhere!

Bought

Whenever I see Vintage Contemporaries I have to buy them (remember Dancing in the Dark?).



These were fitty ("fiddy"?) cents each at a thrift store in my neighborhood.

Check it out!

I started a ripple blanket!!!

Oh

That looks confterbul.



Sometimes don't you just want to crawl back in there andZZZZZZZZ . . . ZZZZZZZ . . .

. . . —HUH WHAT? Oh, I fell asleep just looking at it.

What th—

AUGH!!

AM I CURSED????

Found: old-school textbooks

I grabbed these and several others from a box on the sidewalk.





OMG skorls! "They are always out looking for a meal," the book explains, because they are too stupid to remember where they hid their nuts.

And, um, this is frightening:



"Owls have big eyes." Also: big talons.

Keep this page away from small children.

Blanket progress

These are going to be hexagons.



It will be amazing!

Found!

This is an interesting book about Conceptual art; I had not seen it before.



Published 1973.



The cover is pretty awesome—a fake artwork! They don't do that kind of thing any more.

Delivery

Do I need to explain why I am looking forward to the weekend?

I Like / I Hate

Notebook.



Ree Morton at The Drawing Center.