Friday, June 2, 2017
— Ben Koger explaining how locusts are cannibals
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Giving my eyeballs a break.
— Randy smoking outside
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
yr a hustler
— Jay in a text
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Magnolia Bakery Chocolate Banana Pudding.
— Ideal Isle of White monthly birthday celebration food
Monday, May 29, 2017
— Lily pointing to some sailors in a restaurant
Sunday, May 28, 2017
The tips of her fingers were all tiny. But the rest was like a big cloud.
— Lily on Carrie Komito
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Looks like an orgy to me.
— Old lady in Westside Market checkout line on my 9am purchase of a container of Driscoll’s strawberries, an everything bagel, a tub of Edy’s ice cream, a container of tofu with scallions, and a Weight Watchers Smart Ones Peanut Butter Cup Sundae.
Friday, May 26, 2017
Don’t come asking for sugar. We’re all on a diet.
— Sheila quoting a funny quote from Ralph Lauren’s wife
Thursday, May 25, 2017
What was something your dad taught you?
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
I could use a sunrise today. Cuz I really had a sunset last night that stunk.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Pick A Chicken
— Sid unintentionally making up a resutrant
Monday, May 22, 2017
For 60 days.
— Edward Sharp & The Magnetic Zeros, “40 Day Dream”
Sunday, May 21, 2017
These are quite transporting.
— David on the Hall of North American Mammals dioramas
Saturday, May 20, 2017
A Virginia longways going up your biceps.
Friday, May 19, 2017
Did his dad die?
— J’s question about bed time book*
Thursday, May 18, 2017
— Guy on Citi bike who started passing me but then I sped up and we had a brief race
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
I’m not going to space.
— Sid on quitting bike riding because he didn’t want to wear a helmet (and his wife wouldn’t let him ride without one)
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
I don’t know if you know this Ben, but they are just book covers.
— Rob on me staying late
Monday, May 15, 2017
When TV Logos Were Physical Objects
— Colossal article Spencer sent me
Sunday, May 14, 2017
It looks just like the other one.
— Lily on my inescapable initial rip-off