how the other half lives

perhaps what i like most about meg’s site right now is her attempt to understand the islamic world; something which im afraid i dont know very much about.

this week has brought out the equally the very best and very worst in people; from watching squabbles on dummytown about asbestos to hearing my friend kevin is ok, its all become quite exhausting.

offensive tshirt update

should you visit the link below at cafe press, the company has been smart enough to remove it. all that is there now is a white tshirt. regardless of them cleaning up the situation, im appalled and can even imagine why it happened in the first place.

this infuriates me

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the future of what; challenge for civilized society

i dont want to scare you, but we’ve entered the apocalypse. when i write tonight, its to survive; after todays events, who knows what one could find upon awakening tommorrow morning. the paranoia has begun to creep into the hearts of everyone, especially me.

i spent most of it downstairs in the living room with a laptop, a television and a telephone [both mobile and standard]. i refused to let myself carry on with the regular activities - how could i anyway? i awaited any sort of information to come through and when i watched both of the towers - on live national television, collapsing like a set of toddlers blocks - this noise came out of me, one of which ive never heard emerge from myself. i cant even begin to describe it.

i watched the broadcasts, fielded calls from anxious mothers of roommates and my own, determined to set a time for travel [i had to return a car to my parents, a mere 45 minutes outside the city].

i took any backroad that i could, just so that i could avoid the mess of traffic or fear having a road become shut down. somewhere on 206, the sun was setting and i smelled the freshly cut lawns and assorted foliage, and it largely disturbed me. i was only a mere two hours from the crux of the crisis, the place where everything we know and can accept for facts in life is now completely forgotten, and the surroundings were more beautiful than anything.

please be safe and careful, where ever you are.

available for memorial

whats worse than having a lousy monday?

watching DC and NYC fall to pieces.

i hope everyone is OK.

counting troubles as if counting penny candy

1) missing express mail envelope containing rent check and lease, which results in landlord calling at ridiculous hours of day
2) roommate’s rent checks missing as well
3) having to redo the layout of SKYWAY for more ridiculous reasons
4) trying to finish up another website
5) having to fix all of the above by the end of tommorrow
6) having to cancel a photoshoot for another client tommorrow
7) nagging persistent fucker of a cold; my lungs and nasal passages clogging up thanks to humidity

good things, so few like diamonds

1) i now own a copy of “mind your own business”
2) the aim of conrad set aired on WPRB today
3) the car did not get a parking ticket

for a moment, a tragicomedy

oh he is always around, i see him when im walking down market street, when im at tattooed moms, when im wandering in west philadelphia. and last night wasnt any different - in a gallery here, in a bar there and then he was upstairs behind the booth.

he’s one of those guys; the kind with a permanent summer tan, the kind with perfect white teeth forming perfect white smiles, the kind with the perfect fitting pair of pants [yes, pants are important, ask me, they way the fall and the kind say a lot and no, im not crazy], the kind of guy that reminds you [even if...] that philadelphia has some sort of stupid social caste system in effect.

he’s certainly not perfect, ive got rumors, ive seen the permanent markers seethingly scribbled on a wall. last night i caught him spinning the theme to “ghostbusters,” along with a bunch of bad hits from the 80s [in which he played two michael jackson songs, four songs apart - hello?! i am listening], im wondering how much irony could possibly be packed into my life. i am not supposed to like bad DJs.

2.30pm

planning your weekend… and mine

its first friday. its the fringe festival. there’s a good show at the khyber. the weather is gorgeous. get out of the house.