terrell owens isn’t the only receiver looking for a team

ever hear of the ol’ beijing tea house scam? guess who was the mark…?

hello, 11 followers,

sorry i never post anything on here. busy, lazy, no excuses - i apologize. but, as the old saying goes: ‘when you can’t consistently post material on one blog, just start another!’

i’m working on another project this summer which is pretty exciting and i know will make up for the dearth of new material, here. i promise.

you can check out this project and new blog here.

your friend,

alex 

differing visa headshot sizes

this is frank.

toys

photo i: allen iverson/bill bellamy bobble head.

photo ii: colectors series or not, it’s hard to justify a $20 price tag for pez.

the fine print

(what? did you really think we’d pierse your ears without making you buy something?)

‘one slice of cheese and…one slice of grandma, i guess.’

i have often wanted to converse with a peeing friend, but did not have to pee, myself. problem. solved.

mj wailing wall

street books

which manuever is this, again?

‘i’ll take the ‘holy wa -’ wait, you have ‘funeral home’? ok, i’ll take that.’

i went to school in new york. after that, i lived there for a while. lovers of the metropolis laud the cultural hub for its museums, theater scene, music and stunning architecture.

they praise its parks, its restaurants and massive network of trains that smell like pee and cheetos. 

what truly distinguishes new york though, is its unrivaled quotient of weird/funny/creepy shit. it’s everywhere.

while i couldn’t bring you the guy who once spent an hour crawling through the pile of bed bug-ridden clothes and furniture outside my apartment, or the woman who was pooping on the stairs as i exited the J train at 7:30am last weekend, above is a smattering of some of my favorite images (mostly signage) from the city that never sleeps.

when i grow up…