Operative Cake Corp.

The city I used to live in, had some places:

The Shabby Crab's, run down pacific theater themed liquory, extensive collection of flotsam, great fries.

Donovan's on Division, dreary dive adopted by young creative class homeowners, home of "Fucking Budweiser Fridays".

Soapcheese aka Love Shack, mirrored mosaics and plastic figurines everywhere, closed since 96.

The Mockingbird, former all-ages venue, Teen Novella played their first concert there, now it's a vegetarian restaurant where you can place your order over the internet.

I read some books when I lived there:

Nine Years Ago: a young writer looks back at 1995, terrible, the opening salvo in the Gallipoli of micro-nostalgia we are now mired in.

Decay, also terrible, twenty-something meaninglessnessesque literary mincing, many predicate-only sentances, misused semi-colons.

single.com, guess, guess what it was like to read a book called single.com.

Select All, Unity and Diversity in the Digital Age, god, just shoot me.

There were quite a few galleries:

Gallery 577

Gallery25

GalleryFour

The Warehouse

The Gallery at the Warehouse

Galleryspace

Art19

Art on 23

Galleryworks

Art+Work Gallery

The Composure of a Gentleman

My little Minox Model C was stolen a while back and I recently realized I cannot live without one. After making a few losing bids on Ebay, I realized "Oh, I live in New York." So I went out and bought one for $109 on west 19th, then went up to 34th street and bought a few rolls of film and a battery for $30.

Oh what to take pictures of on a sweltering Sunday? The Pride Parade!!! Cities like this provide. And if you try to respond with "But, like, every city has a Pride Parade!", I will just reply "oh, honey". And I'll give you a look like I just got back from Gay Viet-Nam.

For some reason the black ones go for $700, so I had to settle for a satiny chrome finish, ok! And to think, only a week ago I was shopping around for a digital camera, for shame!

Feelin' Mellow

Yeah man so like I've just been feeling too light and breezy to make comics or skulls. Being dreadful is a wintertime activity I guess. "Whevs".
Day before yesterday, I decided to make a hut for my fish, Frederico. Lady and I had quite the stunning shell collection from our beachcombing days down in Florida. First I soaked the shells all day, so that there wouldn't be any salt to bother my freshwater friend. I figured to avoid any potential dangers i should not being using glue of any kind, and in a fit of pretty much paranoia, I also figured I shouldn't even put my hand in the water (I don't know). So using a long pair of very clean kitchen tongs and a trove of very clean sea shells I stacked a wee hut, complete with a Welcome Clam in front.
Last night, when I got home at 3:30am he was hanging out in the tiny hut, peering out the front. That was pretty much the most satisfying thing I have ever experienced.

Florida, The Popsicle State.

So, I spent 8 days on the beach, and let me tell a you a few things about Florida USA. As you may know, "o'clock" is short for "of the clock", well, in 1926, John Ringling of circus fame, a major player in the Florida scene, had had enough of this. John felt that "of the clock" was grammatically "unamerican", he preferred "by the clock". So in Florida, everyone says "b'clock". For example: "happy hour starts at 6 b'clock" or "when the man came into my room at 5 b'clock to give me my pills, I could tell by the way his hands smelled that he had been handling limes".

Also, beer hats. Beer in Florida tastes much better with a hat on. So I bought a hat. Hat is pictured above.

While in Florida, I read a book called "Carbs, who needs them, you do."

Pat Conroy is the new mayor of Florida.

Another thing I learned in Florida is that Star Wars fans are idiots, and that being the third worst movie ever made does not make Revenge of the Sith worth seeing.

And last night, I got up from the couch while watching the Tonys. I kicked my 80% full bottle of Mexican Beer across the floor. The bottle slid across the room, bounced off the far wall, and did not spill a drop. When I returned from the kitchen, my girlfriend's uncle won the Tony, and she burst into tears.