Sunday, June 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
burger nirvana
for my birthday this year my brother took me to the secret burger joint near his office in midtown manhattan. actually it's really not so secret; there were about 40 people in line ahead of us waiting to get in, but you do have to go through a hotel lobby to get there and there's no name or sign other than a neon burger with an arrow pointing thataway. inside is truly divey and wonderful -- fake wood paneling, cardboard signs preemptively scolding you for not ordering the right way, ugly light fixtures and a ramones poster in spanish (los ramones: wanted, vivos o muertos!). and the burger was the platonic ideal of what a burger should be. worth every minute of waiting for it.


low country, revisited


my parents are friends with a guy who details harleys for a living. this is a self-portait that was hanging in his bedroom.

my parents are retired. they keep their wits about them by betting their retirement funds on cutthroat bocce matches. exciting!

