Jun 28, 2024
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Ray's Candy Store. Nothing healthy, bring cash.
Veselka. Pierogi.
Popeye's. Don't overthink it.
The Rowdy Rooster, if you're too good for Popeyes.
Emmy Squared Pizza.
Superiority Burger
V-Nam for banh mi and banh mi dumplings
And Little Frankies / Grocery.
Apr 4, 2024
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but so good: Place des Fêtes and Locanda
Second Olea and if you're willing to dip into Fort Greene -- Miss Ada is incredible.
Haven't been in a minute but Speedy Romeo has good pizza and is casual.
Apr 3, 2024
The only slice shop you should hit if you’re anywhere near Gramercy, Kips Bay etc. Scarrs/L’industrie level slices on a random scaffold-hidden midtown block. Plus the Pacman machine is turned on free mode 💥
Mar 30, 2024
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Does anyone else keep memory boxes?
These are old shoe boxes full of keep sakes which could be as silly as receipts from a holiday, letters from old friends, gig tickets, set lists from memorable shows, photos etc
I have quite a few of them now and am aware that if I keep on going like this, I’ll probably have an entire room full of boxes of these objects that possess a sentimental value. But will that be practical?
So I came up with an idea, an archival undertaking of sorts called ’Debris Of a Life’, where I whittle down my boxes to just one box to rule them all and with the keepsakes that don’t make the cut being scanned and documented via a zine. I’d imagine this could end up being a few volumes worth of material but there is something that has really caught my imagination with this style of scrapbooking being presented in my most favourite of all formats; the zine.
I will post more about this idea as it develops.
Apr 6, 2025
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Don’t you think that PI FYI is a bit like Wendy Cope’s poem The Orange if it was a social media platform? Everyone sharing and recommending the things that bring them meaning and joy in life. It’s so wholesome.
It’s been a minute but I have some time off this weekend so I will likely indulge some more of my thoughts and recs for the benefit of journaling.
Feb 22, 2025
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Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
we’re inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we’ll never get used to it.
Jul 1, 2024