these are a few of my favorite things . . .

. . . Ferris Bueller karaoke.

Ferris: Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym?

Ferris: Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Grace: Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.

Ferris: [while running home, Ferris runs past two bikini-clad sunbathers, then returns] Hi, how you doing? I'm Ferris Bueller.

las meninas redux

This photograph reminds me of Velasquez's masterpiece, Las Meninas. Especially the capturing of my grandmother in the mirror. I assume the photo was taken by my grandfather, John Angelo. It's a photo of their first born, John Massimo, my uncle, in his grandfather's apartment on 14th Street, New York City.

I've always been a huge fan of this painting, but it took special importance to me after reading Foucault's brilliant essay. Foucault, Velasquez and the painterly quality of this photograph rock.

Mirrors, windows and walls.

why does having anything done to your car take FOREVER?

the last of the snow . . .

It's almost all gone . . .. . . but more snow is on the forecast for the end of the week.

Just say no, snow.