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Friday, April 25, 2003

I like making up words for the titles of my entries, can you tell? Anyway, I've been checking out eBay and several other party supply sites in my search for inspiration for what to do for the smallish, "inner-child" themed birthday fete I plan to throw in June.

Some of what I've found, such as the Butt-Ugly Martians tableware sets, are merely amusing. What disturbs me is the strength of my nostalgia for the toys I had as a child. For more than a passing moment, I actually considered buying the Fisher Price Dollhouse I used to have, and I am very much looking forward to being reunited with the Barbie refrigerator and hot dog stand that are currently packed away in an attic in Georgia. (And are about to be dug out their boxes by my oh-so-generous brother. Thanks Alex!)

The one completely silly purchase that I may actually make is this:


Yup. A Barbie pinata. Smashing that icon of feminine beauty ideals to bits and then picking pieces of candy out of her remains to share with a few of my bitchy feminist friends seems so wonderfully symbolic to me. If I'm ever able to host some sort of feminist get-together, I'm totally buying that.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003



Yes, that is a cake shaped like a lamb with a real cigarette in its mouth. And no, I can't explain it. The bakers on the LES are just a little messed up in the head. What do you want from me?

Monday, April 21, 2003

Spring has finally returned to Park Slope!


But it seems that somebunny couldn't take the heat.


(Grooaan... I know. Sorry.) I wonder if the owners of this drug store ever noticed that their window display melted. This is why you don't see chocolate displayed in windows that receive direct sunlight.

So I have this weird obsession with unique architectural details.


I don't think I'd ever noticed these owls before, even though I've stood on the corner of Broadway and W. 4th (I think?) a million times. I like to assume they're some sort of weird homage to the old practice of putting stone owls on building ledges to frighten away pigeons.


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