2005.06.06
In the end that's all we have: our memories - electochemical impulses stored in eight pounds of tissue the consistency of cold porridge. In the end they define our lives.
Stuff on Kirk's Camera, Day 1
Open Photo Gallery
--Thought this place was looking a little too texty lately, so I'd put up some digital photos. This is
Article of the Moment
Slate slideshow on Basquiat and his place in the New York art scene. That movie really did do a lot to increase his recognizability I think, at least for people like me who were too young to remember that part of the 1980s.