tidbits.

photog
i've been wanting to take some fun piccies of attractive washing machines and dryers for a while (don't ask why, it's just one of those things), but had had no luck. all the laundromats i knew of were cursed with bland, beige machines with no aesthetic appeal to me. until i stopped in at the one near the subway a few days ago and realized the machines are so pretty! so i finally got what i hope will be the first of many laundr-o-shots.

digital starfucker
i sold some fancy mosaic tile to one of the fellows who makes up electro duo, fischerspooner and proceeded to giggle and spread the word to anyone who'd listen (and some who weren't) for the rest of the day.

big mouth
despite the fact that i put practically all my business on the line, i'm still surprised to find someone i wasn't anticpating who reads my bloggie boos. such an occasion arose the other night at my beloved duck duck. high-five, cabbage-patchin' dave and sassy ms. jenny informed me that they'd stumbled upon SURFACE after googling themselves and proceeded to shower me with fun compliments. if i weren't so brown, i would have blushed. for serious. i love those sunny kids and i love the duck.

racial tension and ass-kickery on the L-train
on my way home from work on friday i witnessed my first subway fight. this oldish man with high-waisted pants and a vacant gaze was spouting off obscenities about the racial degradation of the neighborhood, that the whole place has gone to pot since "the spaniards and the blacks" came to town. a 30-something brown woman next to him was becoming increasingly agitated and firmly asked the man to refrain from cursing in front of her young daughter. he declined. they continued arguing back and forth and when the train stopped at grand st, the woman unexpectedly leaped from her seat and threw one of the man's bags onto the platform. he got up to get it and she pushed him out of the car, keeping him out with her leg until the train doors closed. everyone in the car applauded the little girl removed her hands from her ears.

oh, there's my chiffon!
bought a really ugly dress at h&m because it was so ugly that i couldn't not have it in my wardrobe. it photographs well and that pleases me.

brooklyn girldate 2007
i fucking love brooklyn girls. tiya and i have been fortunate to meet a gaggle of sassy silly ladies who live quite close by. we all met up for dinner/drinks at santa fe on saturday night and it was unbelievably enjoyable. the waiter looked like scott baio and he was totally in charge of lydia. the bartender had floppy hair and wore rose-tinted glasses. there was a 3 foot plaster santa claus with "FE" written in black marker on his festive hat. as the night wore on and our table became cluttered with guac, complimentary tortilla chips and empty margarita glasses, our voices became raised and talk turned to dirtiness. i apologize to anyone who was near us, trying to quietly enjoy their meal amidst our sailor talk.

after dinner, it was off to what has quickly become my saturday night equivalent of black cat, black cat... union pool. more drinks, more giggles. some boys whisked emmy away to salsa. a bearded boy tried to give me vibes and his phone number. we liked the bartender with the hat (but not without it). a very old man told us we all had it goin on. ran into the UK boys from NYE weekend, i've forgotten their names again, but they're very pleasant. i flashed my belly to a group of unsuspecting, innocent male bystanders; tiya does an excellent impression, ask her when you see her next. lost steam super early and headed home, giggling loudly on the phone with the spencerator.

mini shopping trip in billyburg
SLUTTY ATTIRE
the prospect of a pants off, danse off party in the district is proving exceedingly difficult to resist. so i'm planning on making a trip down there in the super near future. naturally, i took this as an opportunity to get some new cute underthings that will temporarily become outerthings. but where to purchase borderline (and perhaps over the border) racy things that make my bod look hot but not porn starry. of course, the natural and obvious answer is american apparel. red bra to be worn under a sheer hoodie and teeny tiny hot pants. so looking forward to strutting while scantily clad in january.

VERY SMALL PRESENT
i got you a teeny tiny present that i think you will like very much.

RECORDS
was the only girl in the record shop, which i think directly influenced the fact that i scored a white label squarepusher promo for free from the beared record shop guy. purchased the following staples that everyone in the world has in their record collection:
beatles - abbey road
beatles - rubber soul (love, love, love this one... used to always play my housemate's copy while cookin in my fabulous ex-house in dc)
michael jackson - thriller
cyndi lauper - she's so unusual
echo and the bunnymen - S/T

and it all only ran me about $30... i love brooklyn.

the most recent songs that have ensnared my heart:
presets - down, down, down
presets - girl and the sea
fischerspooner - never win
cut copy - future
css - music is my hot hot sex