The Lake Shore Limited to Chappaqua

I'm headed off to see dearest friends unseen since the late 60's and 70's. The train ride will be great but I'm a little insecure about seeing these people. They're all 22 years old but carrying decades of success, while I'm kind of middle-aged and pretending I lost it all to Madoff and I'm starting over.
Okay, packing enough vegetable matter to feed half an Amfleet Coach, a guitar, and the travel journal (one should always have something solipsistic to read on the train.)

Now that I'm making a lot of rap video...

It's bad enough I'm wearing a bow tie,
but I don't have a decent nom de club, so:

New card for the non-staid clients/collaborators,

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more floating world, less Law and Medicine.

Backup now

Print out the really irreplaceable text. Get the other important stuff onto dvds and cds.
OR
Just be ready for a lesson in evanescence.

Nerval, in Cairo, to Gautier, Paris, 1843

I have already lost, kingdom after kingdom, province after province, the more beautiful half of my universe, and soon I will know of no place to find a refuge for my dreams. But it is Egypt that I most regret having lost to my imagination, now that I have placed it, sadly, in my memory.

Ryan Trecartin, q.v.

The new Warhol/Morrissey/Waters. Can't look, can't look away.

Last Look Last Night-Flatfile closing

Click on it. Bigger is better. Trust me.