the christmas iPod is teaching me new and curious things about myself. i do not, for instance, need to have every track from the moon and antarctica at my fingertips; paying a buck for def leppard's "photograph," on the other hand, was essential.

the corporate world is also instructive. if asked by The Man to freelance at my old job, i will apparently say yes. one can argue that the gig will be good for my resume and that being able to buy cat food is always nice - and one would be right - but at the end of the day i know it's shit-eating.

earnest winter link 5: herr tremble's "can you believe it's christmas in brooklyn?" - that is, a festive photo safari in dyker heights.

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