I found notes from the other day. Here is an overheard in haiku form:

dynamic
now jeff wears the pants
I so used to wear the pants
but now he wears them

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Hey folks. The second round of voting has opened up on the Sketchies. We’ve entered a sketch called “Groundhog Day” in which I stand outside with ukulele sensation Ballard C. Boyd and we are both cold and frequently surprised. Please go vote for us! And also be sure to catch my favorites in this round, I Caught You (You’re Racist)!, Mad-Lib Answering Machine, and Google Earth.

Also, here’s an NYC haiku from Morningside, 1 a.m., a few days ago:

Open the door, please
Welcome to the world, fucker
Thanks man — anytime

And just to make this post even more full of stuff, I’m hereby starting a feature wherein I sometimes say something about music because I feel like it. It will be neither educated nor timely. We all sat around my apartment last night and agreed that the Polyphonic Spree’s cover of “Lithium” is great.

Dave out.

By popular demand, the return of haiku:

East Village. 6/8/07. Late.

etiquette
this is boston, right?
no, this ain’t boston, dumbass
get out of the road

self-defense
fuckin e train, man
look, that guy wants your wallet
i’d be like — uh-uh!

foreign relations
he’s from israel
you girls go to nyu?
meet an israeli

biology
girls don’t poop, silly
clop clop clop clop clop clop clop
but i have to poop