fire island set

fire island beach

to fire island

snack


porsche


on the boat

nyc, dinner

jess and chris

nyc, east river

wine in brooklyn

jesse


nogs


Jess and chris cutting shorts

nyc, further birthdaying

dinner at Roberta's.


kevin and nogs' gold locks


leess and eva


juls and darren


leess


nogah in her element

nyc, birthdaying

nyc, black dress

nyc, drugged by thoughts

books, you don't love me yet

When no one was looking, the lip of the stage had been approached by men of guile and influence, unyouthful men in youthful clothes.

You cant be deep without a surface. (rocker's wisdom)

- Jonathan Lethem

nyc, what happens when nothing happens

nyc, sheet music

We had too many differences. For example, I loved her and she didn't love me.
-Allegra Goodman

canada day

literary shout-out to my latter homeland, by a fellow montrealer:

Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.
...

-Leonard Cohen

nyc, cornflower blue

One source of frustration in the workplace is the frequent mismatch between what people must do and what people can do. When what they must do exceeds their capabilities, the result is anxiety. When what they must do falls short of their capabilities, the result is boredom. But when the match is just right, the results are glorious.
- Daniel H. Pink

books, although of course you end up becoming yourself

Nice to have your borders redefined by physical contact with another person... I'm not just a set of anxieties and ambitions. I'm a person confined to a limited range, realize your head is only a half-foot-long space, etc.

-David Lipsky (DL) speaking to David Foster Wallace (DFW)

Who do i live for, What do I believe in, What do I want? They're the sorts of questions that are so profound and so deep they sound banal when you say them out loud.

- DFW to DL

there is stuff that really good fiction can do that other forms (of literature) can't do so well. And the big thing, the big thing seems to be, sort of leapin' over that wall of self, and portraying inner experience. And setting up, I think, a kind of intimate conversation between two consciences.

- DFW to DL

(about someone willing to read Infinite Jest) A person who isn't always able to get the sense of intimacy they need in regular day-to-day intercourse

- DFW to DL

(about DFW dealing with IJ's acclaim) He seems a man determined to not enjoy these extras, like a man attending a party with a wife he secretly plans to leave. He is determined not to enjoy the process of being celebritified

- DL to tape-recorder

nyc, princeton company

nyc, robertas

ranch style


empty spaces


xmass lights


wet bench

books, do consider the lobster

I continue on the dfw stint:



In any event, at the Maine Lobster Festival (MLF), standing by the bubbling tanks outside the World's Largest Lobster Cooker, watching the fresh-caught lobsters pile over one another, wave their hobbled claws impotently, huddle in the rear corners, or scrabble frantically back from the glass as you approach, it is difficult not to sense that they're unhappy, or frightened, even if it's some rudimentary version of these feelings... and, again, why does rudimentariness even enter into it? Why is a primitive, inarticulate form of suffering less urgent or uncomfortable for the person who's helping to inflict it by paying for the food that it results in? I'm not trying to give you a PETA-like screed here—at least I don’t think so. I’m trying, rather, to work out and articulate some of the troubling questions that arise amid all the laughter and saltation and community pride of the Maine Lobster Festival. The truth is that if you, the Festival attendee, permit yourself to think that lobsters can suffer and would rather not, the MLF can begin to take on aspects of something like a Roman circus or medieval torture-fest.

Does that comparison seem a bit much? If so, exactly why? Or what about this one: Is it not possible that future generations will regard our own present agribusiness and eating practices in much the same way we now view Nero’s entertainments or Aztec sacrifices? My own immediate reaction is that such a comparison is hysterical, extreme—and yet the reason it seems extreme to me appears to be that I believe animals are less morally important than human beings; and when it comes to defending such a belief, even to myself, I have to acknowledge that (a) I have an obvious selfish interest in this belief, since I like to eat certain kinds of animals and want to be able to keep doing it, and (b) I have not succeeded in working out any sort of personal ethical system in which the belief is truly defensible instead of just selfishly convenient.

-David Foster Wallace

nyc, reiss

tina from reiss

window seat to nyc

Approaching Laguardia from s-w on a sunny day, it is a sight:

st-louis, in and out

our wing - late night take-off from nyc


the arch


home of


and out

nyc, leess

30