still listening to the postal service and spending too much time grinning because it is so good. i've taken to wandering around manhattan mouthing the words to myself and sing at times when no one seems to be around so if you see a bespectalled girl with a bob muttering to herself, it is probably me. don't be scared. i am really nice. promise.

just wanted to capture a moment. a verbal snapshot.
last night i was walking home at 1am and a garbage truck passed me on the street. i looked up and notice that the guy hanging on to the back of the truck was reading a magazine. it turns out that the top of the large gapping door is the perfect sill for a magazine and there happens to be a handy tail light positioned the right distance above the door that one can read a magazine in the dark. he was just holding onto the pole, standing on the bumper, leaning over the hole-like mouth and flipping pages through a glamour, maxium or playboy reading and browsing as the garbage truck bumped 22nd ave. it made me smile. a tiny moment of life so sweet and perfect.