Pigeon Song

I didn't make this video of a new Rachel Trachtenburg song, Lippe did, but yesterday morning Rosie and I were watching this and talking on the phone about it at 8 am and we both love the song AND the video. Was that sentence long enough for you?

Pigeon song

Sunrise over the Bronx

Oh land of my birth.

Shot from a northern tip of Manhattan this morning.

I've seen the sunrise two days in a row now, which is not normal for me. It's like everything is five hours skewed, like a permanent but welcome jet lag.

Rosie

Almost every day I wish I had known Rosie Rebel before she got into Columbia University, when she had more time for projects. But backwards retroactive wishes are pointless, I need to be re-educated on magical thinking haha.

I need more women for the show, believe it or not. I think I just need to keep having new women on and see if any of them come back on their own organically. I'd like to have regular people but I also don't want the drama that comes with familiarity breeding contempt and so forth. Also I don't like issuing orders, I like collaborating, and collaboration occurs between peers. Peers also have rivalries and jealousies and ego issues.

That's why I wish I knew Rosie earlier, she doesn't have those issues. And she's the only one that makes fun of me or imitates me that doesn't annoy me. When I get overdramatic or say something stupid, she imitates me and we both laugh. If she weren't so busy we could call it the Rosie Rebel show, I would be fine with that. But she is busy so I'm not going to do that.

"You look like an actor"

I went into Wendy's to get a 99 cent baked potato and was annoyed to discover that the price has gone up to $1.49. I was debating internally whether it was really worth $1.50 to have someone microwave a 20 cent potato when the woman behind the counter started talking to me.

I had to turn down my mp3 player because it didn't sound like she was asking to take my order.

It turned out she was asking me if I was an actor. I said no. She looked at me like she didn't believe me, so I told her I'm too shy to even go on stage. She laughed but still kept eying me sideways.

Maybe she was trying to pick me up. Maybe I should have let her! Hey she has a steady job, she could support me in the style to which I've become accustomed.

5ive Dollar Sunglasses

Now I can look at girls without them thinking I want to talk to them!

It isn't name-dropping if you don't mention names

Bizarre story of the week (for me):

The producer of an infamous extreme right-wing national cable television show on a world-famous network told me on the street that his friends all think I'm "brilliant."

"They think you're WEIRD," he elaborated, "but they think you're brilliant."

I wish liberals liked me too! Actually, I wouldn't waste an actual wish on that, come to think of it.