August 26th
Since I wanted to keep this blog as a cohesive project, I started a new site called I Carried A Banana for further musings.
Come visit me over there.
Come visit me over there.
So kids, my little project has come to an end. Despite the best efforts of Flickr to thwart me, I have indeed completed a 365 photo blog. To be exact, I wrote 380 posts and according to my camera, took well over 10,000 photos during this endeavor. Ironically enough, there were still 31 days where I did not document my life!



Top Five Honorable Mention Posts(Sometimes I was clever, entertaining, or took great photos. I love myself.)




Hello,
Thanks for writing in and sorry for the late response.
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rotation) the file name of the photo changes. Unfortunately
when that happens, links on other pages will not point to
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Do
BAM, all unconsciously knew it was a little black dress occasion. I joked that it was like attending the funeral of my 30th year.
A lot of times restaurants with kitsch value do not live up to their reputation. But the Boathouse certainly delivered on service, food, and scenery.
It was a nice relaxing birthday brunch. Later in the evening my friend Emina came by my apartment for a slumber party. We ordered Thai food and cracked open a bottle of champaign her brother gave me as a 30th birthday present and I saved to celebrate the end of this blog project.
So as this particular blog draws to a close (stay tuned for a wrap up entry coming soon) , rest assured that things are in the works for the future. I mean, I wouldn't want to deprive you all of photos and stories....
I discovered I'm not so much into that type of music. It was pretty amazing to see this indie icon rock that hard, but I just wasn't in the mood. I spent most of the show people watching and taking random photos.
Later in the day I attended a random party on 2nd Ave with an amazing view of the Empire State building.
The clouds also made for some interesting photos, most of which look more like Baghdad than New York and some of which are downright abstractly beautiful . My firework mode didn't work as well as it did when I was in Moscow.
Not in a mood to get on the subway, I strolled down Madison to the F train at 63rd. Thankfully I was rewarded with this great photo opportunity that chuckled me right out of my funk.
I wish I could come up with a good caption to post this audacious kitty sleeping in a children's store window display on I Can Haz Cheezeburger.
I'm happy I decided to swing past the nutso store on Madison. Its bold summer display of zebra print chairs, storks, and horn chandeliers made me smile.
In addition to the return of the counter sunk alligators and hippos, they have this beautiful sculpture available for scaring the shit out of you.
My casual stroll lead all the way over to the East River for a peek at Randall's Island and Astoria.
Going somewhere new in just a few blocks of wandering a well known neighborhood reminded me to appreciate that there will always be something new and different just around the corner.
So in the interest of sharing a true tid bit...


It was fun spending time with Gram and Aunt Evie who told me about their own bridal showers. They also shared the story of how my uncle Dan opened pots and pans and sexy lingerie as a stand in bride when my aunt was in the hospital for her own shower.

(That's my thumb.)
One of our favorite lady art handlers, Kate, brought us presents. I'm going to have to learn how to make drinks now!
When you hang around artists for a few hours, you start to notice the beauty in everything... like this green silly string graffiti on the subway platform. Or perhaps that was the beer talking...
I also noticed that this grown woman was passed out on the N train snuggling with a cookie monster chef with no child in site.