Well I’m moving. Movin on down to St. Marks-ish/East Village. Movers are coming at 9am tomorrow. Worked till 9pm tonight. Still have to finish packing. Change is such a good thing.

Below. Brids and me. Natural History Museum. Can you see me? I didn’t even notice at first.

Mark Ecco was hanging out by the stock exchange today interviewing people, asking what they think he should do with his recently acquired 756* ball. A coworker told me this. I looked but wasn’t able to find him. I probably would have helped if I knew what he looked like. Kitty corner to the stock exchange is Federal Hall, where George Washington was sworn in as the first president. It just reopened after a bout of remodeling, so I went poked my head in for a looksee during lunch.

Radio City Music hall while waiting for some street meat.

Priuses will some day be models entombed an acrylic display case. (Transit Museum, asita)

Turtle sex, doggy style. Makes me wonder if turtles got shafted, terminologically. (Am. Mus. of Nat. Hist.) (astia)

Chelsea Piers, sunset. (film)