I think these are the nicest artificial smells I've ever smelled - not Yankee Candle-y but so nice - and they're both found in Brooklyn and I guess I just want to smell like an old man with a swinging bookshelf ladder all the time:


When you go into the CB I Hate Perfume Store there's a giant dog named Zephyr, a stern shopkeep, and a man in the back who brews autobiographical scents.

Also, speaking of, I hope you guys are all using your local library. It's really the best ever.

About one minute into the DVD preview, check out UCB's panel in front of the live audience: my ponytail, gray-hoodie-under-green jacket, and my sister's majestic profile beside me. I really hope I didn't pick my nose that night. I probably did.