stick your hands inside of my pockets

walking through the streets of my new home in the seaport area after living in the village, i often find myself wishing i was a human bulldozer, able to wipe slow moving tourists out of my path.  while water street is beautiful, i miss the charms of greenwich village.  

i felt the warmth of familiarity today as i walked into strand bookstore which is awesomely right near water.  i thought the strand on 12th was the one and only, so it was almost like stumbling across a picture of an old friend.  i love the strand - where else can you buy a book for a dollar?

the place has all the qualities and allure you would expect of a new york city bookstore.  i came across a section full of used CDs for $4 each.  I rummaged through the stacks only pausing momentarily to ponder what kind of sounds were yearning to be heard when i came across intriguing artist names.  i eventually decided on "the trucks" simply for their supa-fly CD design.  call me shallow.  i was also tempted to buy the "la bouche" CD i unearthed because "be my lover" is so awesome, but i put it back.  i think i'll randomly buy a CD from the strand at least once a month.  i know this has like a 95% chance of sucking, but i can't resist cheap thrills.

i also scored three books full of glossy prints of impressionist and contemporary art for two bucks each.  i think i shall go cut them out and tape them everywhere now.  peaceee.