i went outside.

now i am back inside. the sun hurt my eyes.

our daily bread

my people overcome bad food capitalists. to wit.

fabulous photo entitled altamura 1973 by him. una cosa speciale, no?

re:fraction

he's cute, but can he count? do you suppose he is 29 years 8 months which as she would know makes him 29.66, or is he actually 29.8 years old which makes him 29 years 9.6 months old? or does he just like the dot because he's a designer? o the enignomony of it all.

you think you've flown before, but you ain't left the ground

it's a real good bet
the best is yet to come
and won't that be fine

you think you've seen the sun
but you ain't seen it shine

wait till the warm-up is underway
wait till out lips have met
wait till you see that sunshine day

you ain't seen nothin' yet
the best is yet to come
and won't that be fine

it's my birthday. hee hee. i love this getting old thing. (especially when you look young -- just ask my biggest proponent.) o and yeah, i lost like 40 lbs. when i'm old and hot i'll post a pic. when i'm ripe so to speak. then i'll just fall off the vine and rot.

no i haven't been sitting around eating bon bons

i've been making them! truffles, baby.

white chocolate cheese cake covered in graham cracker
white chocolate peach covered in almond
milk chocolate malted
plan
raspberry
mocha

my daughter my wife my daughter my wife*

woody allen is back? anyone who knows me knows that this is almost a holiday for me. if it's true, i rejoice.

*apologies to roman.

sorry for not posting too much kids. i've been working. as a lawyer. yeah. it's the end of the world. i may or may not go back permanently, the financial services market is back don't you know. if i do go back, i'm going to treat the b/f to the best dinner paris has to offer and screw him senseless in my favorite little hotel.

down down down into a ring of fire

as anyone who has ventured outside the ceinture knows, it takes a lot of work to keep paris charmante. paris is my absolute favorite city on earth. i grew up and grew up and grew up there. i suspect if i go next month, i will grow up some more. however, it really is time for french intellectuals and radicals alike to take an agressive public stand with respect to france's racially charged economic and class issues. the french, however endearing i find them and however infuriating many plebian americans find them, love to cluck and tsk about america and our racial problems, often underscoring how france has always embraced blacks. so now, it is morning in france -- hangover morning.