Procrastination, our old friend

Today we scoured the city for a Roger's phone booth that would revive our comatose cell while providing us with a temp phone , but a two hour search by metro, bus and foot proved fruitless, as no such place exists. Our shoes became a soggy, smelly monstrosity, our socks - a lost cause. We did, however, count a remarkable amount of sattelite dishes mounted onto the walls, roofs and balconies of the apartment buildings we passed during our travels. These flat gray disks that speckle our less-than-rich neighbors strike a strange note in our mind. One can find little clusters of them in some places, either huddled together for protection against the harsh climate, or shoving each other out of the way in competition for TV signals, depending, we suppose, on your own warped view of the world. Is this our new cityscape? Are these stupid dished to be forever peaking out at unsuspecting passer-bys from every nook and cranny? And will someone expalin to us the SIZE of some of these things? We simply cannot wrap our minds around these ugly beasts.

Now it's time to play "What is on Eli's destktop?"

Well, aside from a few webpages about gastric bypass surgery (for an article which we truly do need to begin writing...) we have found this, marking a sad day for underground punkers, and this, for those of you with an hour and a half to kill (The links to the next 8 parts show up once you're finished with the first one).

Now, we go to shove this blog in front of the facebook community.

Bye.