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9/16/02 Finally back in my

9/16/02

Finally back in my own digs here in beautiful Brooklyn, with my own computer and all the amenities of my cave. It's just me and the Chopes tonight, as Tessa is up in rural Massachusetts filming a documentary on Erin McKeown, leaving me to procure every last bit of music for the temporary Pink House soundtrack, order sushi and walk around without a shirt. I wish I found wife-beater shirts comfortable, but there's just something about them that's totally stinky to me. I'm not a big fan of men's underarm hair (or their toes either, but that's another story) - or it might be the Mormon "garment" thing as well. If you don't know what that means, have a Mormon tell you (except it'll mean being on their mailing list until the year 3057).

This trip to Chapel Hill was a good one, the sort of perfect distillation of the NC experience that happens every third trip or so. Several images come to mind, but I'll just post a smattering so you get the idea.

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left: Natane Boudreau practices lines while we frame her in the monitor she nailed the hardest joke in the movie a few seconds later
right: a shadowy Tessa waits for the horse and buggy to arrive for our 1920s shot, while the sun (and our hopes) plunge into the horizon

left: the beautiful Liz Mann done up in 1929 best
right: Scotty and me post-football game, wandering past UNC's Bell Tower shrouded in a midnight mist