I decided to quit eating Wendy's after reading the short story "Burgers For Life," about a 30-something slacker who is condemned to eating burgers for the rest of his life. Through Fast Food Nation and Supersize Me I remained unmoved, but in this story someone puts a pube in his burger, which somehow makes the whole thing unpalatable.
In art news; I am so glad that I'm not at the Armory, I do not <3 art fairs. Art Fag City says it's pretty boring and safe too---perhaps on account of the financial fear recently instilled in our country. I don't know what Bear Sterns is, but I understand that I should be deeply concerned with its demise. I just wish the dollar would rise like a crumpled green sea monster.