I hate it when I find grammatical mistakes in my blog. It makes me crazy. I suppose there’s no way to avoid it—after all, I write this all pretty much off the cuff whenever and wherever the mood strikes, and often don’t get much of a chance to edit it—but still, the thought that I actually make grammatical mistakes as a matter of course from time to time… troubles me.

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Everyone check out the photos that are finally making their way live at Alamy. There are (and will increasingly be) a lot of photos online there that haven’t ever been online (or been seen) anywhere else, simply because I didn’t want to sell them for such a pittance.

I just wish Alamy was faster on the queue. But I guess you can’t have everything.

– Saw a shirt on a latino with a big mousache. In big white letters, it said “Se Habla Espanol.”
– I have sprained my left foot with too much walking. It hurts like hell and I’m not sure what to do with it.
– Am trying to locate a book by Arendt, but I don’t know NYC well enough to know of used bookstores.
– Photos, photos, photos.

The restroom at this Starbucks is out of order and I just heard a staff member say that the corporation won’t allow them to put up an “out of order” sign, so people keep going back there only to find it locked.