although my address is in manhattan, i don't wake up every morning, roll over and high five regis and kelly. i like our neighborhood, a lot. it quiets down at night, it feels safe, and the streets and business owners are starting to feel familiar to me. but over the past few days i've had a few moments where i've stepped back and realized just exactly where it is that i'm living.
moment 1: just going to the local anthropologie i pass by rockefeller center and nbc studios.
moment 2: for a sunday afternoon walk with friends, central park is just down the street.
moment 3: bernie madoff at the grocery store. is that possible? matt asked me if i looked for the ankle bracelet -- not exactly the first thought that came to my head... more like, is it safe to be standing this close to you, mr. madoff?
and, okay ash, i'll do it, i'll do it for you. the fourth picture from the fourth album in my picture file:
yours truly, circa 1983. chubby arms, grubby cast correcting a gimpy right foot, homemade dress... we was po' folk. i haven't done a tag post in a while for a number of reasons. one, i start the post and never finish; two, i sometimes feel like i'm trying too hard or don't have anything great to say or that people will thing i'm blagging (thanks amy for the term), then my weird social anxieties start to smolder... you get the idea. i thought since this picture happened to be the winner i'd throw it up to perhaps quell any lingering doubts that i am fox's biological mother: