wow... the absentee blogger strikes again, huh?  

or doesn't strike, as the case may be.

today:

the catherine opie exhibit at the guggenheim.  me and karen.

sweet jesus, is that building ugly from the outside!  

but oh my heavens, the show inside was incredible.  

her portraits make me feel so many things.

her portraits made me want to learn how to take photos, 

the first time i ever saw them.  and they still do.

then:

the first wintery-feeling walk across central park.

dinner at tom's restaurant of seinfeld fame, 

where my french toast was that shade of neon yellow-green i associate with 

glow-sticks often acquired at bar mitzvahs

and the bacon came from the fry-o-later.

then:

changeling.

great period piece, but was i the only person 

who was bothered by the police chief's semi-irish accent 

making its first appearance a third of the way into the film?

i love angie's red lipstick and wish i could wear that every day.

angsty movie, though.  

now:

to bed.