Or, realize we get old. Whatever you want to call it. Basically i stayed home because my joints are really doing crazy things that i dont understand.

Here are my 10 realizations (remainders to self) of the week:

1. McDonalds makes you dumb and fat.

2. Scotch is delicious.

3. When you do a Google Image Search for “scotch”, the first photo you get is of some dude ripping his anus open. It’s really not pleasant. Also, you get this photo:

4. Henry Rollins is possibly more endearing than one would think.

5. Watching The Night of the Hunter with a crowd (I’m talking about YOU, Williamsburg) that thinks cynicism is TOPS, is not the best place to watch this masterpiece. Give me a fucking break. You’ve got beautiful stylistic lighting and Robert Mitchum being a scary scary preacher-man. How could you ask for more? Stop laughing at everything that has changed since 1955!!!!!!!

6. I’m going to really really focus on getting a photography portfolio together….starting now.

Too bad I left my $8 lighting set-up on an MTA Bus.

7. I get really freaked out about global warming. Basically, i’m accepting that the world will probably end very very soon and i’m glad that i haven’t birthed any children….because, i’d feel bad for them.

8. Stephen Colbert’s schtick has gotten old.

9. Blah Blah Blah

10. I need a patron. (a patron of the arts)

Also, i need sleep.

While I think the aesthetics of this building are fantastic (clean, using light in an interesting manner, books incorporated, possibly the exterior walls can go up or down depending on your preference), I can’t help but feel worried about the damage that the sunlight is going to do to those books. I mean, if you love your books and want them to be a part of the look of your house, shouldn’t you protect them? (via Coudal)

On a slightly unrelated note, whenever I buy a used book that’s inscribed from one person to another, I always wonder what could have possibly happened to make the book recipient give away the book. It always means so much to me when someone gives me a book, especially if there is a note attached. Here are the theories I feel could only be possible:

1. They died.

2. They went through such a messy heartbreaking divorce from the book-giver that they gave away everything that reminded them of this person…..even books (aghast)

3. Honestly, that’s all I’ve got. I’m stumped.

Several years ago, Damien Pratt gave me birthday presents that were basically life changers. First off, there was Pat Benatar’s Best Shots, her Greatest Hits album. Really…it made me realize the magnificence of Pat Benatar, and that’s important.

Second, was In Color by Cheap Trick. This album contains one of my favorite songs, Southern Girls. I just feel you should give it a listen. That’s all i’m saying.

Oh and here are some links that might tickle your fancy(?):

1. Some of the Better Photographs In the World

2. A Great Poem, “Scheherazade”

3. Zadie Smith speaking about what makes EM Forster worthwhile and awe inspiring

4. The Senator who put a secret hold on an Open Government Bill (say what?!?!?) has been exposed. However, I find if a little worrisome that the New York Times does not carry the story. All they have regarding Senator Kyl and secrecy is this cute article about “Senator’s Secret Offices”.

In the amNY today, there was an interesting article that involved Joy Division and Catholic Schools.

While I generally am more in favor of Joy Divison than I am of Catholic Schools:

a: This seems like a great school
b: and also a fantastic interaction that reminds me of how much I love this fair city

Annie

i love chicken.
and burning cds.
and babies.

Jesse

annie i can’t believe you said babies.
ME TOO. ha. only for ONE second.
i love sweat on my brow
orbit
mountain dew
cold beer
big macs
ice water
hester not trying to run away
gay boys in chelsea

Annie

free food at my job
books books books
ellen agreeing with jesse when i told her that you called me psychotic about books
mmh cold beer
sweet potatoes
broccoli
all this sun that’s happening
short pants
free tickets to movies
basically, free things.

Frances

french fries
cold beer
broccoli from SNICE
the girls at SNICE
my friends
warm sunny days I’m off
jokes
clean socks
annies photos
scotch
when Miller gets ladies that come up to her
big dogs

Jesse

dry socks
carmex
fish kisses
duck tape on my phone
my glasses
NEW: whiskey
annie drunkily kissing on the forehead
chocolate fountains
more cold beer
cold beer with ice
blue moon with oranges and ice
honest windows

Frances

showtime on demand
the beer garden
kickball
redbull
spliffs
really funny jokes
squadron parties

I also love Lisa Loeb

Jesse

netflix
magazines on the bathroom floor
sassifying words, books, lit, zines…i still wish i was making one
balls
shaved legs…dirty

Annie

The L Word
Finding Great Things in Other People’s Trash
Parks
Public Transportation
Tacos from the Taco Truck
Frances’ “I love you, Buddy”’s
Friends who let you kiss them…in a friendly way.
unshaved armpits
open windows in the shower
walking and eating ice cream cones
loud music

Jesse

yes! the i love you buddies.
driving in a car windows down
dogs
hester the molester
SS Park
neighbor bars
the smell of gas
people falling down
pickle juice
t shirts
salt
sunnyside
backyards with lilacs
toe jam

Frances

jumping in pools
Wrestling miller in the street
When Annie is drunk and LOUD!
eating all day
drinking all day
wearing costumes
Chueca
BBQs
Playlists
SCREAMING