Just up the street…
Who else out there is old enough to remember this? 77 Sunset Strip.
Category: Ephemera
Slow day
Walked down the street a fair ways, to a bookstore and a street-side café. Read and ate a big piece of cake. Now, I watch all the streetlights turn on, bit by bit. Endless sounds of partying, horns, the street, the wind. Saturday night in the big city.
I blog my ear.
Been thinking about getting another piercing for a while, and at lunch, sitting on the patio, there was a piercing place right next door. So…
am I real yet?
I guess I am. Comment spammers found me at my new typepad address, so I guess I’m real. Many definitions of reality wandering around out there… Mine, for the moment, gets to be: If the idiots can find you, you’re there.
white pebble 