Wednesday, August 18th, 2010 | 1 Comment »

PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-’n'-roll route?

DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I’m in a card game. Then I’m in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a “before” in a Charles Atlas “before and after” ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy – he ain’t so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I’m in Omaha. It’s so cold there, by this time I’m robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain’t much to look at, but who’s built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything’s going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?

PLAYBOY: And that’s how you became a rock-’n'-roll singer?

DYLAN: No, that’s how I got tuberculosis.

Playboy interview with Bob Dylan, 1966

Friday, August 13th, 2010 | No Comments »

Transitions are almost always signs of growth, but they can bring feelings of loss. To get somewhere new, we may have to leave somewhere else behind.

Mr. Rogers

Here’s the only thing that changes when you have a baby

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010 | No Comments »

You learn how to tell time.

Valentine’s Day in three pictures

Monday, February 15th, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Googly eyes mailbox at Classon Ave and Park Pl

We finished our taxes online but had to mail some supplementary forms, so we fed the googly-eyed mailbox before lunch.

Maggie and Charlotte at Bierkraft, 2/14/10

We walked over to Park Slope and had a giant sandwich at Bierkraft. Foreground: Defiant Porter, pulled from a cask.

Valentine's Day dinner

On the way home, we stopped at Park Delicatessen for some Valentine’s Day flowers, then had a very nice piece of salmon for dinner.

It’s the last night of my 20s

Thursday, January 28th, 2010 | 5 Comments »

I don’t remember how the decade started, but what a happy way to end it: