July 28, 2009

10 min., real quick

Real quick, real quick: elevator encounters & icebox-cold plums continue to make my day.

I've had to turn the volume on my radio alarm clock to frightening levels. Summer Snoozefest 2009.

Last week Kate turned 11. She wrote me this email in 18 pt. font:

Guess what i'm afficially 11. This is so exciting im going to write to you all summer every day.

I wish she would. I got her a hot pink watch for her birthday and it's so big on her that she wears it around her bicep and flexes whenever you ask her what time it is.

July 11, 2009

Happy Birthday, E.B. White

This essay is pure summer. (Via the blue hour.)


And eavesdropping on MGMT in Prospect Park.