Hot salsa.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
santa claus
Santa came to Hoboken on a bright red fire truck. I guess even Santa's got mafia connections.
hohoho
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Hoboken police department
I hear loud male (goes without saying) burping.
I feel like I'm on the set of a sitcom with a laugh track, but since I'm in it I don't hear the laugh track. I just feel the stilted flow leaving silences where the laugh track can later be inserted. It's an 80's sitcom set.
I am sitting here after some breaking news- check out how successful Hobokenites spend their time abusing people.
The media writer was sitting at a desk in the lobby apparently finishing up writing about this case. She unplugged her laptop from the wall plug then replugged what was originally there before she packed up her backpack and left.
The holiday decorations undo any sense of seriousness or gravity. Least of all is the line on the white board in the room where the reports are taken (and if I'm to believe cop shows, where homeroom is held): Remember to spend more time smiling and less time crying.
On the way home (I write later for those of you keeping track of tense) I walked behind a brass band in Santa hats (the band was walking with instruments in hand, bared to the world). It seemed fitting. Surreal is a word I often associate with Hoboken. The other is stuck-in-a-different-era.
I feel like I'm on the set of a sitcom with a laugh track, but since I'm in it I don't hear the laugh track. I just feel the stilted flow leaving silences where the laugh track can later be inserted. It's an 80's sitcom set.
I am sitting here after some breaking news- check out how successful Hobokenites spend their time abusing people.
The media writer was sitting at a desk in the lobby apparently finishing up writing about this case. She unplugged her laptop from the wall plug then replugged what was originally there before she packed up her backpack and left.
The holiday decorations undo any sense of seriousness or gravity. Least of all is the line on the white board in the room where the reports are taken (and if I'm to believe cop shows, where homeroom is held): Remember to spend more time smiling and less time crying.
On the way home (I write later for those of you keeping track of tense) I walked behind a brass band in Santa hats (the band was walking with instruments in hand, bared to the world). It seemed fitting. Surreal is a word I often associate with Hoboken. The other is stuck-in-a-different-era.
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