Girls Rock

The lesson not learned? "Get Out of the Way." I took about 50 punches (no exaggeration here) to one particular spot. The bruising is truly spectacular. SO MANY girls have come up to me to ask if I'm ok. And I am deepy thankful to each and every one of them. A sales girl at Michaels asked, "Is there any way to avoid that?" I laughed out loud. "Yes...get out of the way."

The girl at Modells said, "Yo, that's really fucked up." Once I told her what it was from she told me, "that's cool but it's still kinda fucked up." THANKS GIRLS!

Bodies in Urban Spaces

I am finally in alignment with the world. I went to a dance performance at 6:45am. Perfect.

Willi Dorner choreographed this piece which allows the audience to re-experience and perhaps reinterpret thoughts and ideas about our urban spaces, in this case, Wall Street.

At first you really had to look hard to find the dancers. It was still dark and they melded with the surrounding architecture:


As it got lighter out they interacted in a more direct way...





The dancers were amazingly talented. I marveled at their strength, flexibility, fluidity, apparent trust of one another, and tenacity. It took enormous strength to remain in these positions for as long as they did - many minutes, six to ten, I would guess.

Even their dis-assembly was graceful and beautiful.

Home at Last

Texas D went to Texas. Long story short, she returned a few days later but the cats had to stay with Grandma for a while. Below is Chase. Look how pretty. How sweet and purr-y and regal.

This is Cleo. She hates you.

Weekend Fun

This was from the window of one of those tourist souvenir shops on Times Square. Went with Texas D to see The Town. Liked it. Sex and car crashes - everybody's happy!

Main Street, Flushing

The Hindu Ganesh Temple in Flushing where we went to make an offering (a guava) and eat in the Canteen.

The side of an apartment building in Flushing. Apparently Flushing and Yonkers have a lot in common.

Main Street. Wha?

Main Street 99¢ Store

Totally Unacceptable

First of all, what's wrong with wearing pearls and dancing at work? At least she's dressed. Though it does look like she's holding her poo.

Which one am I? I'll let MaryKatherine and Jazzergirl say for sure. But where is the one who looks like this....


Because let's be honest, I tend to pinball between crazy pearl-wearing lady and morose sad-sack, punctuated by righteously indignant rant man.

That's Me!!!

A while back the Mighty A-Mem had given me this Kit Kat CHUNKY MINI. It's been a long year, and now I am a chunky mini!!!!

La Vida Continua

Thank you google images.

So how cool is it that I can get a call at 11-something to go out...and I do! I think my age is showing, though. I swear I lost some hearing in my right ear. A day of karate and a night of bachata and merengue - perfect.

The sad part of the night was watching a girl just get worn down by Señor Boracho until she finally made out with him. I wanted to intervene but my better judgment told me not to. Plus my Dominican Spanish is crap...I could say something but what if one of them answered? I would have to offer my standard, "como? mande? repete por favor? que?" Plus did I mention that I am now partially deaf?

Oh! Guess what? Not only are jelly beans sad, so are pistachios! Who knew?

Tres palabras: ped . it. os.

You know about those miners who are trapped and the Chilean government along with NASA and everyone else is doing an amazing job trying to get them? Well....

"The Chilean staple of beans will not be sent to the men because of the possibility of giving them intestinal gas."

Would US officials ever think at this level of detail? ("Helluva good job, Brownie") They can't even get people housed 5 years after Katrina!

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