holy gee-zus

just remembered a phrase, details of provenance escape me, but an older fella—as i write i recall just what: was in colorado for a wedding, years ago, driving to the san de cristo or sang cristo mountains (going to a town called crestone) and we stopped in co springs or boulder or something and there was a cowboy in a shop, asked us where we were from, my friends and i and we answered our various answers—massachusetts, chicago, new york. and the cowboy said, no, scratch, he exlaimed: holy jeesus! new... york.... city!

a friend of a friend who lives in moscow wrote me to tell me what to bring on my trip. among other things she suggested: 'your sluttiest clothes' but my slutty clothes are all for summer and now it's cool there. and am i really going to wear a halter dress to see lenin's tomb? wait, scratch that too. am i going to see lenin's tomb at all? not the highest on my list of to-dos. or ta-das.

ta-tas.