No knowing your telephone number. How do you not know that? Amazingly, a large amount of people don’t.

Hmm. I want one of those really old and roomy Victorian claw foot bathtubs, with the gold paint chipped off of the feet in a few places, and an apparent stain in the bottom from a suicide long long ago.

I absolutely love to see really geeky kids in front of convienient stores hanging out, or dancing to really unexpected kinds of music.

I once spent three days in central California at an industrial dairy farm filming a documentary about cows. I’ve never smelled so bad, well, except for the time I camped out on the beach for a week, only to realize, we had our tent next to a decapitated seal the whole time.

Last night I dreamt it was 1976 and I was shopping for a cocktail dress in New York City. Weird.

Easter – Patti Smith Group
Swingin’ Easy – Sarah Vaughan
Funhouse – The Stooges (Basically just ‘tv eye’ on repeat)