En tú corazón se acuesta la llave de la ciudad.
My voodoo high priestess.
(Being in a scientific profession means attending boring seminars and advancing my art. One feeds the other. The other is never satisfied.)
A phrase and a uni•ball pen will do just fine.
New illos for a new sketch series.
What do puppahs dream of when they dream their puppah dreams?
Here are some rare photos of the march on Washington, D.C., fifty years later: http://slate.me/16PhQW0
One day I’ll start a restaurant…
On a date last night, after having discovered I had inadvertently eaten pieces of a fish flake garnish on our tapas dish:
Outwardly: “What?? It’s fish? Oh haha, that’s funny. No big deal. Yeah no totally it’s fine. I’ll just finish the squash blossoms haha.”
Inwardly: “OMG. DON’TFREAKOUTDON’TFREAKOUTDON’TFREAKDON’TFREAK - Okay Okay Okay… It’s fine, just don’t think of a live slimy fish from the river being shaved by the same razor you use to shave your legs and then eating the shavings - I SAID DON’T THINK OF THAT! I feel sick.”
"Can you love a fool?"
"Can you love a player?"