Thanks for the visit NYC, you did good. #back2LA (at Brooklyn Bridge Park Pier 6)
Happy 21st Birthday @peterknox ! #30isthenew21 #nyc (at Fornino on Pier 6)
In case you were wondering what the worst license plate adornment is, I’ve found it. #keepinitclassy (at Hollywood Boulevard)
Beginning today and lasting to the end of the summer, the New Yorker website is free — and includes its complete archive. Our humble suggestions of where to begin your reading frenzy.
What a lovely summer present.
There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”. — My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)
Early Returns on Health Care Reform -
"It seems that once enrolled, whatever uncertainties or ideological opposition people might have to health reform largely melts away."
East Coast Beaches #maine #latergram (at Ferry Beach, Scarborough, ME)
HOW HEROIN BAGGIES ARE MARKETED LIKE IPHONES»
Nine years ago, when Graham MacIndoe was living in New York City and addicted to heroin, he started collecting the small glassine bags that held the drugs he bought. MacIndoe was a commercial photographer, and even in the grip of a years-long addiction that would ultimately leave him broke, imprisoned on Riker’s Island, and facing deportation, he became interested in the baggies…
(Submitted by Benjury. Thanks, buddy.)
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