muted

funky unphresh

when i tried to set up my turntables in new york, i noticed that my mixer was missing its powersource. a couple of nights ago i was pretty bored so i decided to revisit my turntables hoping that i somehow overlooked the powersource. i also figured that even if it didn't magically appear in the box of records where my mixer had been sleeping for the past couple years, i obviously lost the powersource in this house so maybe i could find it with some good old fashioned perseverance. well, i didn't find the powersource. what i did find, unfortunately, was a drawer that i guess i'd used when i lived here from 11/2000 to 8/2001. in this drawer were old letters, cards and pictures. like the idiot i am, i sat down and went through its entire contents.

the above picture was taken by gina in los angeles in 2001. since i've hated myself for a long time and part of hating yourself is hating how you look, i obviously hated this photo when i first saw it 6 years ago.

but i'm learning that time is a fucked-up thing.

as i looked at this picture now, i came to the sobering realization that the overweight, balding person i find myself today would give anything to look like that now.

go mets.