The romance of ruins....
3:19 — Why am I still awake? At risk of sounding like Lydia Deetz, I’d …
Poindexters....
I just got a pair of David Hockneys / Edith Heads / Philip Johnsons / …
Hair of the dog....
Lipstick grafitti: Rhymes with ‘Duck. Me. Now.’ Hangover salve or, as I like to call …
Bonne année et bonne ...
Tết isn’t until the 23rd of January; I’m wearing bunny ears until then. Good tidings …
Reliquarium....
A glimpse inside one of the panels of my pharmacy prescription case — they’re surprisingly …
Look here, old sport....
Stopped by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s family plot over the weekend, as it was an uncharacteristically …
O …...
O is for the shape of my mouth when I laid eyes on these shoes. …
Fantastic Mr. Fox....
Mister Fox: [To] wild animals with scientific-sounding Latin names that mean something about our DNA …
The darkening of the l...
Motorcycle ride on a foggy night in Rock Creek Park: To our right, a herd …
Skull, no bones....
Normally, I find disembodied lips creepy, but since these lips are mine, I’ve lost perspective …
