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Figured out how to port the image files of our beloved tofu stickers to the format of our beloved blog. Everyone wins!  More to come.

From last week's NYT Magazine. "A dog will polish the bowl, but a cat always leaves a little bit. It's like an offering." Christopher Walken

"Too much of anything is bad, but too much of good whisky is barely enough." Mark Twain "The light music of whisky falling into a glass - an agreeable interlude." James Joyce "Always carry a large flagon of whisky in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake." W. C. Fields "I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis." Humphrey Bogart 's last words "Whisky is liquid sunshine." George Bernard Shaw "The water was not fit to drink. To make it palatable, we had to add whisky. By diligent effort, I learned to like it."   Sir Winston Churchill "There are two things a Highlander likes naked, and one of them is malt whisky." Scottish Proverb "May the enemies of Ireland never eat bread nor drink whisky, but be tormented with itching without the benefit of scratching." Irish toast "Whisky, drink divine! Why should drivelers bore us With the prais

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cases in point:  for people who adore art, we never have any decorations on our walls. our rooms contain only what we absolutely need; everything else stays in boxes (your case) or is thrown out (my case) unfortunately for me, this rule extends to the wardrobe department.  too lazy to go shopping --> "I believe in having only a few basic pieces that you can wear with anything." (lies and excuses) I'm too lazy to continue this list, so it shall be a minima list.

old propho smith by mapplethorpe Also...Mick Jagger had this to say about Patti Smith:  "I think it's crap! I think she's so awful...she's full of rubbish, she's full of words and crap. I mean, she's a poseur of the worst kind, intellectual bullshit, trying to be a street girl when she doesn't seem to me to be one, I mean, everything...a useless guitar player, a bad singer, not attractive. She's got her heart in the right place but she's such a POSER! She's not really together musically, she's...all right."

Here are excerpts that I related to...out of just ONE column.  At 4:00 AM in SoHo I would stop and look at the blank-faced mannequins in the windows of the shuttered stores on Broadway and feel something like my soul if I believed in souls slipping out of the top of my head like steam from a kettle and rising like street exhaust into the blinky-black sky.  Adios,  ghost. Then I'd walk home, listening to the Rolling Stones:  YOU'RE A STAR FUCKER STAR FUCKER STAR FUCKER STAR FUCKER STAR YES YOU ARE YES YOU ARE YES YOU ARE ARE ARE ARE. I'd sit in the middle of it all and lay, like I said, in a child's pose, with my head on the floor. When morning came, I'd go out and crack psychiatrists like coconuts on Fifth Avenue.  Gimme more. Back when I was full of shame I'd smoke a cigarette on my window ledge and talk to God on the 16th floor, age 18. If anybody—God, do they? If anybody saw, if anybody knew…  I used to think three, five, ten times a n

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The story is that I spent lots of time cleaning my hard drive this weekend. I found all these screenshots I'd taken, right in a row, when we were chatting with Che and I told you guys about my dad.  So this was December 2011.  Anyway, the series of photos screamed GIF. And then they screamed, "BENTLEY!!!!"

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