October 2010
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“It’s the beginning of summer and I’m standing in the lobby of a thousand-story grand hotel, where a bank of elevators a mile long and an endless row of monkey attendants in gold braid wait to carry me up, up, up through the suites of moguls, of spies, and of starlets, to rush me straight to the zeppelin mooring at the art deco summit, where they keep the huge dirigible of August tied up and bobbing in the high winds. On the way to the shining needle at the top I will wear a lot of neckties, I will buy five or six works of genius on 45 rpm, and perhaps too many times I will find myself looking at the snapped spine of a lemon wedge at the bottom of a drink. I said, “I anticipate a coming season of dilated time and of women all in disarray.”
—Michael Chabon, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh.
New York City is a reality show
Go to your grave sure
that it’s not true, but really,
you’re here to make friends.
The Skin Surf
Tera Melos
this song is called “the skin surf,” and it comes from tera melos’ album patagonian rats, which is really super great.
