Month: July 2009

How on earth is acting like a total dick on national tv good for records sales?? I’m thinking he doesn’t even have a manager, that this was all his idea. I mean he was just such a total, relentless dick. This is not going to translate into sales.

Anyway. I’m thinking the extreme balloon close-up didn’t really work. They looked better from afar.

Yesterday was a good day except I was reading the case files from a 1920 murder of a 17 year old girl.  There were letters in the file between her and a young man in Connecticut that were miserably upsetting.  Here she was, being a 17 year old, all happy and excited, still quite child-like but trying to act grown-up and sophisticated, and to know that she never got to grow up.  Ugh.  I also felt bad for the young man who had a huge crush on her.  The police of course contacted him, but ruled him out immediately.  Imagine developing a crush on this girl you met from the city, having the kind of dreams he probably had and then to get a call from the police that she has been murdered.  To learn so young how horrible the world can be.

I wonder what the rest of his life was like?  (I will of course try to find out.)

Practically at the crack of dawn! It was a good day of research. I’m very tired, so I’m going to curl up on the couch and watch tv.

These balloons floated by the other night. I guess it’s still day, but it was around this hour, as the sun was beginning to set. So pretty. They don’t look real, do they?

I need to take a break from writing, and so I’m posting some more pictures from the 4th of July. I took this first one before the fireworks began.

And here, the world is on fire.

Looking up the river.

And the red, white and blue Empire State Building!

“No, you may not work here.  I’m sleeping here.  Duh.”  He likes sleeping on that computer because the keyboard gets real hot.  Meanwhile, I’ve got to run back down to the Municipal Archives today.  I need to find a century old case of attempted suicide.

They had them on the West Side this year!