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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