Friday, August 31, 2007
In New York & Strolling Along
trying to decide between Chinatown & The Poet's House. There are advantages to both, but I think I'm craving pretty, bright, plastic minutiae & food filled with textures I just barely recognize and not in this order. If paper made confetti of food, it would likely be found in Chinatown.
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Dearie, you must stop at Pearl River on 477 Broadway for the greatest of trinkets.
I will never speak to you again if you don't get in touch with me while you're here.
Stephanie,
Here is the sound of a throat being cleared in Cincinnati where I wait by the phone like your biggest f/an/ool.
But for the record, I would NEVER visit NY that I wouldn't look your slacker-ass up.
I miss you. Have been unphoneable just now. More later on that.
I rode a Stella scooter this weekend. (I just wanted to write Stella scooter) It was fun.
I'll call you soon.
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