magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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25 June 2004

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This afternoon I headed into Manhattan to do some shopping for the party. It was getting overcast when I walked to the subway. When I emerged in midtown it was pouring. But, I like summer rain.

I picked up some stuff at Whole Foods. I was mainly after martini olives, but bought some avocados, limes, cherries. Cranberry juice. Rice crackers.

Leaving the store I saw a rat, perched on the lip of a garbage can, showering in the rain. I love rats. They live wherever we live. They would like to eat what we eat, but settle for what we discard. Apparently, a recent study found that they choose a mate and stick with them for a number of years. And yes they're dirty, but this one obviously wanted to be clean.

I stopped at a liquor store and bought three bottles: Ketel One, dry vermouth, and triple-sec. With the cranberry juice, and the lime juice I would get back in Brooklyn, I could make both martinis and cosmos.


Later, when the rain had let off a bit I stopped by Chris's to raid his CD collection. And stayed up late picking songs from the discs I had borrowed and from what I have on my computer.