Thursday, February 09, 2006


Last night I went to hear my friend, Yoshie Fruchter, perform at Makor Café in Manhattan. The music was great, and I had a fun time. Unfortunately, the whole wonderful experience was marred by a stealthy lowercase L that I caught on my way out. Behind the check-in desk, a fax machine sat far in the corner, with a small note taped above its LCD panel. As I moved in for a closer look, security closed in on me, as if I was about to discover something wicked. When I saw PlACE, I took my camera out for the shot. Security piped up, "Excuse me, sir, what are you taking a picture of?" As I zoomed in, I explained feebly, "It's for an art project I'm working on, hard to explain". The officers seemed leery of my request, but reluctantly allowed me to go about my business. I left the building, heart racing, hands shaking ... was I being followed? But I got what I came for, and that's all that mattered.


Jeremy said...

Wow! Dangerous business, lower case ls. You're lucky to have gotten away with your life! Be more careful next time, eh? I'd hate to lose the coolest Jewish robot ever.

Spinning Girl said...

Ah, I see you are still collecting evidence of this.

I, meanwhile, have been collecting images of TEDDY BEARS DRESSED AS OTHER ANIMALS.

I'll keep my eyes peeled for you.