Saturday, September 30, 2006

Famous Umbargers 4

Friday, September 29, 2006

Famous Umbargers 3

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Macaca Es Su Caca 2

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Famous Umbargers 2

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Famous Umbargers

Monday, September 25, 2006

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Friday, September 22, 2006

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Saturday, September 16, 2006

PWNED

The undeniable flavor of a two-week-old M&M.



Previously: Rachel Rat's 30-Second Sabotage

The Wisdom of Bush 34

Monday, September 11, 2006

My 9/11



I've been a receptionist for over two months. The Paxil kicked in about a week ago, I take it every morning with a cream cheese and jelly bagel, banana and OJ. I feel so good I've even started exercising. Just a bunch of sit-ups and push-ups in the morning before I spend my day in Soho answering phones. I've got 1010 WINS on while I sweat on the hardwood floor. I hear a dumptruck hit a brick wall out on Delancey St., but the radio soon informs me this wasn't no dumptruck. I flip on the TV and see what you see. Emilie works on Broadway too and I want her to hurry up her morning routine so we can walk and gawk. Besides, she's the photographer. This is what I do with a camera:



At Broadway I head north and Emilie heads south. Despite the morning's events I still need my cream cheese and jelly bagel. I walk out of the deli with my breakfast as the first tower falls twenty blocks away. Out of psychotic fear I run up eleven floors- I'm not eating my bagel trapped in an elevator. Following a blur of phone-calling, television and e-mail I make my way to the roof of my office to watch the second tower fall. Someone I don't know decides to start smoking again, and I happily oblige the cigarette. I also manage to work the camera:



Life on Ludlow is on lockdown for the next week. No subways. No traffic coming off the Billyburg Bridge. ID checkpoints at Houston. Downtown is a ghost town. Absolute New York City silence while I sleep.

Every time a plane flies overhead now, I have to look. I have to. I still live here.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Monday, September 04, 2006