File under mildly scandalous, but visually iconic: a few weeks ago my wife and I were walking at night past a local church in a Manhattan neighborhood. We saw a Fransiscan monk in full on monk-gear making out with a chick up against the wall of the church in a back alley. We could see it in like sillouette-form but…

also, am I just an old, or do other folks here remember when flying was considered both an exciting and dignified experience? Like when I was a kid, when my grandma would come to visit, she would dress up all stylishly to go on the plane, as if flying were the consummate experience of modernity. I guess post-9/11…

I didnt see this one, because I myself was the culprit. I was kinda hung over and had to get on a red-eye flight. The only thing open to eat or drink at the airport was a starbucks at like 5:30 in the morning. All they had to eat were turkey sandwiches. I got one, and noticed it said “made in Maryland” on the label (I…

today, before seeing this, we blendered some watermelon so we could mix with vodka and fizzy water for a refreshing evening drink. The whole experience though ended up being about how blended watermelon becomes a kind of mealy, grainy “slurry” or even “chum” texturally redolent of vomit. So seeing the watermelon…