I mentioned I was wearing earrings again after a seven-year baby-to-second-grader hiatus? The Franz Kafka/Felice Bauer ones are on the verge of too heavy to wear but I like how they swing around and hit you in the cheek if you turn your head too fast. The James Joyce/Nora Barnacle ones were on shorter chains but I took them off because I was going to make a necklace(s) out of them. Someday I'll get around to it.

Both pairs were made by my old upstairs Brooklyn neighbor, Ina Archer. She was taking a jewelry making class when she made these for me; I paid her $35 each for them in 1989. (She made Colette/Nabokov earrings for herself. The woman has good taste.) I wonder how much longer the photocopied portraits are going to hold up?

Bought it at Thrifty's ice cream counter on State, $1.19 for a single scoop, but ate it down the street in the window of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf.

An outtake from the new yogabeans! post. Guess the wrestler and win my appreciation for your action figure recognition skills.

Paper or plastic? BYOB, baby.

I was walking Cookie around the neighborhood one morning when I noticed this dragonfly struggling on its back. When I got back home I told Jackson about it, and soon there were three or four kids squatting down around it, waiting to see what happened next. What happened was that Jackson found a stick, flipped the dragonfly over, and then everyone stuck around for awhile until it was well enough to fly away.