grimy new york

back on american shores, after braving chaos at jfk as everyone and their mother was returning from the dominican republic and clogging the immigration *queue*, i am missing brit-speak. and, am listening to this *brilliant* lady sovereign track and noticing how new york is more grimy and gritty than the london of grime's origin, at least in the nasty, ratty, sweaty, smelly, trashy summer.

other things. 'hollaback girl' is like the best song ever, *innit*? does someone care to explain to me the vice magazine empire, as in why do they own that pub in london, and why does everyone love it all? dave, did you know that the crazy-looking girl in the sweatshirt and braces sitting next to me at the weird dinner has "fuck off" tattooed on her neck in bold letters? i saw the image at the top of this post on a wall in paris and am trying to paint this on my kitchen wall- although the tigers were originally the main attraction, they seem a bit technically, uh, advanced, so am working on the background for now. my air-conditioning is broken. etc.