my friend roy is witty and funny – check out his blog http://ekrap.com



last fri nite boozin

cowerker bonding… new cowerker with whom i’ve hit it off. hope it stays good and she turns out 2 b as cool as i think she is. (u know how sometimes u can hit it off w/ someone right away then they turn out 2 b diff).

fukk off is how roy and i say hi i like u

me n rz:

yeah i found my way home:

may i brag, vicariously?

my friend jenna posted a vid of herself hooping on youtube. someone at hooping. org saw it and posted it ontheir homepage. i’m so proud. her hooping is so cooL:


oscar nite

went to joe’s pub 2 c lisa levy perform.


here’s roy and sari:imgp3410.JPG

our lovely waitress:


me bing interview by lisa:


our food plates:imgp3421.JPG

lisa on stage:imgp3424.JPG

sar, roy et moi:


our table with the lights off (i was getting bored):imgp3432.JPG

sari in cool light:


i left early cuz i got bored and was delighted to find that a) it was snowing and b) not many ppl on the streets:



walking home:


from a msg from a friend:

> Oh BTW, we had a siamese twin in the late 1800s
> in the maternal side of the family. No one would talk
> about this, even in the 1950s.

how fucking cool is that? (i assume its true.)

how brilliant would my life be if i could say something like that? wow.

jenna hooping

my friend jenna hoops. she is v cool:

Ghosts of Abu Ghraib


went to a screening of this hbo doc ghosts of abu ghraib

swanky reception: good food and booze. smart ppl. some hawt dudes but i dint meet any. i’m sure most were gay. the waiters were so cute.

roy’s new g/f sari is the editor of it. she;s hawt and smart and fabuluous i love her! i;m thinking “how did roy get a chick like that?”. i told him he should marry her. i like her friends too:

oh shit yeah the film is sad scary disturbing and upsetting.

omg the director is the chick who made girlhood which i saw a week or so ago and loved. i told sari (roy’s g/f) to tell rory (the director) that i;d work on a sequel to girlhood for free.

when i got home i looked up other films by her and came across the tidbit that she is the daughter of robert kennedy. wow i was in the same room w/ the neice of jfk. not that she ever knew them. i took this pic of her tho cuz she was my hero for making girlhood.


when they talked they mentioned some nfo that didn;t make it into the film — that the CIA intell ppl they intervewied traveled around iraq & afgh interrogating ppl using those unethical torture techniques, and they admit that these techniques are *not* effective. there are also govt studies they said that declare that these techniques are not efffective!

i wish they would have included that in the film. i don;t think they did cuz the theme was more about the young and somewhat naive but frustrated kids i mean ppl working in the prisons who were “just following orders”. even when they knew it was wrong. i believe they were not purposely malicious (the kids interviewed) but were a) following orders and in doing so b) taking out their frustrations on the situation by taking the pics where they posed w/ the prisionsers.

did u kno that they imprisoned women and children in abu gahrib too?? they were the relatives of the male prisioners. the torturers would use the fact that they had their innocent wives, mothers sisters & kids there and threatened to do shit to them. that’s FUCKED UP!! this was just stated in the film. i wish there had been more explanation about this. i mean WTF is up with that???

i felt guilty at this reception cuz here we were 100 american liberals eating gr8 food and drink in swanky hbo offices overlooking bryant park watching this film in a cushy screening room (why can’t all theatres be like that)… and the subjects of this film – where arethey now if they’re not dead and what are they doing? every day for your average iraqi is a sick fuct up hell – they could get bombed at any moment… and here we are engorging ourselves on fresh shrimp and sushi. i’m sure i’m not the only one to consider that.

remember this:

this was in the bathroom. weird:

on the way home: