have developed a fixation on picasso's lobster and cat, thanks to yesterday's trip to the guggenheim with mum. to paraphrase the leonard nimoy should eat more salsa foundation: lobsters are excellent, and cats are excellent, and if picasso's version of their meeting hung in my kitchen - i would be an unstoppable force of excellence. the print would detract from our chosen 'arms race' theme, but one could argue that the lobster is reagan's star wars programs. i will, in fact, argue thus.

an equally powerful if less feasible fixation on dwarf dachshunds: nerves were frayed before the guggenheim visit, so i played the highest 'get happy' card in my hand (visiting the puppies at 86th & lexington). one wouldn't assume they were universally effective, but my god - the two pound, ten-week-old doxie girlpup could have drawn coos from a stone. fortunate that i didn't have (cough) $1799 to spare.

the brooklyn sublet begins tomorrow, the adventure in inwood concludes friday, and i have started feeling limbless when i'm not carrying disinfectant and paper towels. arrivals are easy, departures not so much.
SINGAPORE - The Singapore Tourism Board honored Ricky Martin by naming a yellow orchid speckled with crimson spots after him.

"Hello, sexy, how are you?" the 31-year-old singer asked the dainty flower during the naming ceremony Friday at Singapore's downtown Botanical Gardens. "You're supposed to talk to your plants, right?"


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