Color My Missives

Bachelorhood has its privileges. Yuck.

Recently it has come into sharp focus just how broad the gap is between my grocery buying and my grocery cooking. Further, regular readers might notice that the author’s skills with the flash are rounding out nicely. Let’s hope that doesn’t lead to sprouting ugly green eyes or anything like that.

The largest flag I’ve ever seen hangs inside the Bank of America building downtown — a hop-skip away from Ground Zero.

I’m in the ‘hood like them li’l motorcycles.
-Jadakiss
This photo is close to a year old (and taken in Florida), but I did see one of those mini bikes today as I cruised through the neighborhood.
The very first song I heard at the very first party I attended on an Ivy-League campus twelve years ago […]

The pale colors and the loud colors remain ever at odds.