Think about the fact that this was just a moment captured in time. Err…i mean, there was nothing staged.

Look at the marquee. Look at the faces. Look at the grip of the cops’ hands on her arms (especially the one on the left, his fingers digging in).

Look at her face again.

Look at the figure standing between her and the cop on the left.

I dare you to tell me why this is not a powerful photograph. It’s a dare.

Also, I dare you to tell me how to widen the the columns of my blog so that photographs dont get cut off.

This:

and this.

I mean, remember when you could give $165,000 to people who actually needed it.

But now, it’s okay to spend that on a parking space.

Also, as someone who is tries to find affordable housing as their job, it’s frustrating to think that people are paying this much to park in spaces that people could actually live (if they could afford to do so).

YES!!!! Social change!

oh…and the idea of Manhattan becoming a place that only rich people can live…it’s upsetting to me.

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.

I’m not a huge fan of marriage. I mean let’s be honest, but it’s funny to me when you draft legislation to protect marriage from queers, and then you frequent prostitutes…while married.

God bless you, David Vitter. Thanks for protecting our country’s morality.

I am fucking PISSED that I’m have been awake for the past hour (it’s now 3 AM) freaking out about bedbugs. That’s right, at times, bedbugs have been a regular fixture at my job.

So far, i’ve searched, pulled apart seams that looked to be a bedbug like color, itched, searched some more, read old The Believer issues, freaked out, tried to sleep, itched.

It’s been productive. Especially since I have to be at work at 9 tomorrow.

Yay!

My Top 5 Music Loves of the week (in no specific order):

1. This Matt & Kim video. I mean, Matt & Kim + muppets + bobbleheads = GREAT!!!

2. Spoon’s The Underdog which you can find on their myspace. Really it’s a summer jam. Like no other, even.

3. Le Tigre’s “Keep On Livin’” I had completely forgotten how optimistic and straightforward this song was, until stumbling upon it in my iTunes this week. When in college, I might have had multiple moments to this album, it’s just so honestly fantastic that it leaves little room for cynicism (the video quality is really bad, but what can you do?):

4. The Rub DJs Brooklyn Radio Show. When I listen to this at work, I can’t help but bop at my desk and I’m sure it leads to some sort of running joke of my coworkers.

5. Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours” album. Hit after Hit after Hit. I can’t stop listening to this record and i realize that it’s not a new revelation for most people, but Fleetwood Mac plays the sweet sweet music.

waste the cultural capital on habits of the body

softly

blindfolded with nylon plastic fabric
so that every time you move
it would pinch

and make you stop
waste much slower than before

Cookie just wanted you to sit and spoil
wait for the day to puncture through until
you were more tangled than net

but she had no idea

when she left
you would follow

circumstances of a boring rebirth
in that, you lost your ability
to learn. A published perception.

how’s that disfigured mouth you leap from
the click-click of the jaw
vanished onto the concrete block
with houses that wear new denim
with an atlas cemented inside a closet
if you tried a little smarter to make the day fresh
I’m sure she’d notice when you breathe out
you howl louder than a covetous coyote
and she might cast her vision like fishing line-

Did you guys know Juliette Lewis had a band ? I mean, I might have heard that once, but I guess I didn’t imagine this. At first glance the website is as irritating as Juliette and The Licks seem. They’ve got tons of over produced show ‘pics’ and their myspace has 12 pages of photos.

The music, well, lets say the lyrics run its coarse along side Joan Jetty and Papa Roachy, not to put special focus on 13 year poetry, but perhaps its pretty close? You can gringe and frown to the whole new album online. I cried real tears I was so dissapointed by Juliette, how could she be so lame ? But then I watched the music videos and not only did it all make sense, it made so much sense, I’m back in love.

How dare I distrust Old School star Ms. Lewis. Music connoisseurs look else where OK, its fucking Juliette Lewis. Venuszine (Venus Magazine) is having a “What would you ask Juliette Lewis?” contest. I’m going to ask her why she’s wearing that feather on her head.

My mother’s orchids are dead

She stopped watching the weather
to sit on her green fiberglass covered patio.

She misses them, this I know, but not today

The greyest cloud could pour
schools of fishy yellow packets
with kissing petals and lippy pistils,
and purple pointy stamen
potted, perky to pollinate
her orchid kingdom
and thrive once more,

But she will not budge.

The roots are still moist
the soil too, there would be lots
of saving,

but their leaves, necrotic brown,
charred by the sky
will just have to do-