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Same block ten seconds later.

Make crappy art with your crappy photos!

I hate receiving a Netflix disk, looking forward to a good movie with the cats and popcorn sprinkled with olive oil and parmesan and cayenne, only to open the red envelope and find a cracked disk. What, I have to read that totally awesome 600-page novel again? (Still finishing House of Leaves… I got caught up with magazines and the election.)

In the Sriracha hot sauce group on Facebook, some poor student recommended making soup with Ramen, Sriracha, and peanut butter. I won’t say it was delicious, but interesting and a fine junky belly-filler on a cold day. One of the anecdotes on the Frontline show about Lee Atwater was that he was crazy for hot sauce. He thought Tabasco was for wussies and I didn’t think I could agree about anything with Atwater except good blues. So what’s his favorite hot sauce? They don’t say but at least Tabasco got bitch-slapped. Who makes hot sauce concentrate?

Later, I rode my bike up to 138th and Edgecombe without gloves. It’s hard to ride a bike when your hands are in so much pain and on the verge of frostbite, you just want to chop them off.

The wind is howling, everything is wet and yet, it would make a great video with lights and a catering truck.

Ok I just wanted to post something.

Blogging from the Apple store… this place is nuts. Cashew nuts.

Sometimes you see a mirror and know that if you study yourself in it too long, a hand will reach out and pull you into an alternate universe. (Ok, maybe that never happens to you.) I have a radio that picks up TV bandwidth and I listened to the Nova program, “Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives” a couple weeks ago in which they explain quantum physics and parallel realities. Listening to the program instead of watching it allowed me to imagine an alternate universe where I’m a documentary filmmaker and my father is a less wingnutty Hugh Hewitt.

This is nature playing the $64 question. When nature wins $64, drinks on the house.

The Day of the Dead is actually two days. I don’t think I knew this. Looking at Mexican folk art of skeletons many years ago, I thought up Hirst’s diamond skull.

I set up a friend with a wireless network today. New York City must glow internet. Anyway, she lives on the East Side and the marathon was today and traffic was crazy. The addition of hundreds of pedicabs greatly hindered my usual traffic-weaving. I want a flying bicycle.

If I have to go out on Halloween, I wear my rock n roll clothes and tell people oy am wot oy am. Make it Halloween every day if you have to take it so seriously.

I had a full night talking about this and that. The pipes are clanking.