26 September 2011

the big picture

A job in the academy may be damn well impossible to get, but at least you can publish a book. Your name you can't lose.


 I love a drummer who sings. Younger Lovers.


No time for art! Space Time, that is.


This used to be Mexico.


A dollar well-spent.

Caught myself wishing I had my camera on me today when I saw a girl on 40th Street, big sunglasses on, sporting camel-colored leather boots, smoking a cigarette with her left hand, riding a skateboard like it was nothing.


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