...with a little bit of uh, uh.

Oh, Tawny and her internal ruptures...

Welcome home, Tawny!

Ok, well not really "home" - - but welcome back to your own AK pad, which I'm sure is a more agreeable place than a hospital bed, however hospitable those southern nurses may be. We're all glad you are feeling better. Kiss, kiss.

Ciao, buddies.
-Nina.

O lord, good stuff.

NYC , May 2007: A Photographic Time Capsule.

Ah, the Danielsons. God, they're cute.

Yes, yes, ya'll - - that IS a double-decker tour bus upon which we are perched. I'm sorry -I'll just say it - TOTAL BLAST. Really, it's a great way to see the city, comfortably (especially when gritty, city heat is involved), and distanced. Now, I'm not saying to see the city (any city, really) exclusively comfortably and distanced... but it's just one angle. And it's nice.

NYC lends itself to some seriously fantastic, tiny photographic moments. What a lovely thing for a lovely city.

Pure homage to one of my great g-ma's most infamous stories, involving a stolen chair, a fur coat, a crazy-ass BFF named Margaret McCloud, New Year's Eve and, I'm guessing, a few Tom Collins.

Okay, seriously, this is enough to make bring a girl to tears. This is at the MOMA - - I snapped this shot very quickly, thru a tiny window on the second floor, on the way to the bathroom. As I said, very photogenic, this city.

Too. much. to look at in this one... let's all just look at Girl Hog, in her spontaneous and natural beauty. As gorgeous a snapshot NYC takes, Amy bests on a bad day.

To-go margaritas + amazing, cheap, Cuban corn on the cob + blond buddies = good times in the East Village. Manda showed us a hell of an afternoon.

Street food, haaaay!! Gyros are awesome. Mel and I had a wonderful street-built gyro just blocks from where we indulged in the single best lunch of our foodie-wannabee lives at Le Bernardin. Another fanfuckingtastic thing about NYC.

Just another nice, and apropos, NYC shot. The controlled chaos of the busiest of NYC intersections is a sight to behold.

Back at the MOMA. Sweet Jebus, there it was, one of my favorite Chagall pieces, right there, all up in my face. The tour guide saw me chillin' on the periphery of her little schoolkid group, probably as thrilled-looking as they were, and motioned for me to sit right down with them. I did and it ruled.

HUNG over on the Staten Island Ferry. THE most flattering picture of me ever, yes, I agree.

It was "Fleet Week" in NYC. The only thing that really meant to us was to serve as a reminder that Sex in the City was just a television show.

This is right after Tech almost died in Brooklyn. Apparently, Techie was drunker than we thought and in no shape to handle the ladder leading to the rooftop. Somehow, after trying to descend the ladder, he ended up five feet from the top of said ladder, on his back, precariously close to the edge of the rooftop.

Totally sober, obviously.

Again, totally sober.

Jesus, clean yourself up, seriously.

You tell me.

Noted fashion photographer, Nigel Barker! okay, I know it's next to impossible to confirm, but I SWEAR, it's Nigel.

Fierce! (For Nigel. Rahr.)

As much as I love NYC, I know we would have had as much fun in Burnsville. Or not, I know, I know... I just mean -- buddies are awesome.

Ciao, buddies, you're awesome.
-Nina.

Not cool.

One in four adults read no books at all in the past year, according to an
Associated Press-Ipsos poll released Tuesday. Full story.

Shit, people, come on!