On the way to San Diego.
Lunch at Baba yesterday with Migs. Blood orange juice and shaved brussel sprout salad. Thumbs up.
Visited my pops in LA again. He’s retired and likes to record himself playing the saxophone on his digital camera. I taught him that. I also tried to teach him how to upload videos to YouTube and he said, “Wait, who’s going to watch this shit?”
There is no such thing as etiquette on the Lucky Star bus. I wonder if my phone conversations are as stupid as everyone else’s? Answer is yes, but you’re still talking too loud.
Mini road trip to Lancaster, PA. Lots of shifting and thrifting and DNA’s show at Metropolis Gallery.
Virginia is for lovers, Maryland is for crabs.
Cold urticaria keeps me from going in the water, so I wander around taking pictures of fellow loners on the beach… out of focus. This was the day I chauffeured two 30 year old boys to go surfing at Lido.
My eyes are going bad, can’t deal with the cold and I felt older than 30. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
First time to the Natural History Museum. Liked the big kitties, hated the little kiddies.
Memorial day weekend in the Adirondacks. Lovely, lazy.
An old man lured me to take the train with him to Yonkers where he bought me a delicious meal at x2o, got me drunk, and told me he loved me.
I love you too, old man.
Welcome to Iceland. Home of the best lobster soup in the world and unlimited sulfur water for the soul.
From last winter when I went to visit my pops in LA.
I think he found one of those guns in a fireplace somewhere.
Beijing skies filled my eyes,
with smog.
I went there last week. It was cold and dark but full of life, especially when the sun came out.
On a cool fall night, feat. Mike and Tim and the Velvet Underground:
Looking for another place/ Somewhere else to be/ Looking for another chance/ To ride into the sun