Connie is in the law was technically disappeared until yesterday afternoon when he told me via email which is located in Long Island to get to a facility in the mouth. I could suggest some good sound engineer to run it.
Hunger makes bad jokes and one of these is the sauce that I prepared on Friday, with tomatoes Why so dale already sprouting plants, onion which does not cry when you slice and garlic that chases vampires, everything strictly GM. The result goes beyond the weather more optimistic or more optimistic as one would say intelligent.
All 523 Hudson Street is in turmoil: my live across ricchioni they give it up, I could intuit live when the walls of plywood have started to move a few inches at a time, and floors, already in slope, began to creak. So far, I thought the usual effusions. Then one of them and has been chased down the hall and started to cry. I locked the doors and put on my wetsuit divers. It seems that there is already another. Or so says Connie (... and, for the avoidance of doubt, the other is not me). At all.
Friday evening, at the end, I went to the famous Fontana's referred to above. Basement with live music on the ground floor bar with a jukebox and projections, ground floor for VIPs (which means the week of fashion models and pimps ... Billionaire de 'Noantri). Very nice, anyway.
Saturday, around the galleries of Chelsea. A lot of stuff her pussy like a gallery completely occupied by an installation composed of geometric designs and gruesome pictures of mangled human bodies from accidents, wars and various cocks. Stuff for 10 and three balls in the time of Meda. Other interesting things, a room occupied by giants with feet of lemons mushrooms that are in line to climb a ladder and jump down there (see photo). Anyway. evening that starts with a chicken curry influence in the company of Linda and her friend Jurie Korean, imbonitrice telephone / pusher of illegal wine. Great character. My idea was to spend the evening in the experimental extreme noise of the drummer William Hooker, at Pianos with one of the Mission of Burma-and-think with Lee Ranaldo of Sonic Youth.
... But then turn to the Cake Shop, another local super trendy, with live music, etc. (although here Jeff Buckley has never played ... but just because is dead before the opening). Great place, with so much pastry shop and built. The two groups that we listen to figs, but I can not say more because he then Coope (or his ... In any case, signed, asshole!) the fucking shit. If you're curious, comb through the link.
`enabled once we move into the sumptuous Cabala, overcrowded local Latin American music with a few steps from Cake Shop and Pianos. Linda is immersed in conversation with an Italian friend met them, Jurie is harpooned by Jorge, a Peruvian dwarf pulls in hot dance with struscichi, sinuous movements and pirouettes (a truly fantastic!) And I have retrieved from the existential question "Lee is there?" Pianos and flee to, to find that Lee, at the end of the day, it is not there. But I'm just across the street (and on the other side, despite the live across). and then returns to the Kabbalah and the growing number of consumers, especially considering that the DJ continues to offer cocktails to Linda with clear intent, and I end up hopelessly cocktail in hand, so all in all I can to have fun and maybe even dance a bit ', but I can not put my hand on fire.
continues to rain, and at 4 and a half meter 'is so full that I have to give me a couple of cars to sit down (but one was not bad either).
Sunday, then had the other day, no rain, and then sling me to Chinatown for Chinese New Year parade. A great delusion of dragons, confetti, singers and obscene kung fu fighters that sticks on crack chestnuts, delighting the crowd. You can scrounge a 'green like my pockets. But the crowd, inevitably, means information: I get attacked by a group of old French, who speaking in French address to Chinatown, a group of Portuguese who intentionally send the wrong side in English, and myriads of Americans, to which I reply, with emphasis Swiss non-zono Dique. Coope, now stop reading.
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Coope, begins to read.
Last night I watched on TV "Beauty and the Geek," a program in which ten Where's My Car is mated with ten super full of nerds. After ten episodes of reality, the Where's My Car posing in Playboy and the geek may not agree that more should go to high school with a gun to kill everyone. Instead, the other losers who think that watching the program could be coupled with that there `Where's My Car on Playboy and the next day go to school and make a mess, at least for the next round of selections.
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