Swimming with the Razorfishes

Thursday, January 17, 2008


So I went to an opening tonight. Some bunch of conceptual artists.

I'm wandering around, trying to understand why an artist would do a show full of photos of other people's photos, when I look to my left and notice...Bob Vila! I'm standing in a gallery, admiring photos next to Bob Vila. Host of This Old House. Sears spokesperson. Robert J. Vila!

And not just any photos. A room full of Robert Mapplethorpe.

Just me, giant veiny phalluses, and Bob Fucking Vila.

It was one of those wonderful moments that New York City makes possible.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


I'm so disappointed that the RAM is soldered to the board of the new MacBook Air. Bah.



Sunday, January 13, 2008

Dream On

In a Rite Aid in Brooklyn. A Muzak version of Aerosmith's Dream On is playing over the PA. And the guy behind the counter is REALLY into it. He gets even MORE into it when he finds out that I know the song, too.

He tells me that one of the things he likes about working there is the music.

I pay for my Pine Sol and leave.