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Jagger</category><category>Yuka</category><category>Zodiac</category><category>fandango</category><category>mika</category><title>WestVillageKid</title><description>NYC :: London :: Sydney</description><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4621965223490972119</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:03.290-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chris Garneau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category 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+0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T07:00:32.370-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Berlin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Stallion Nazi</title><atom:summary type="text">More photos here</atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/stallion-nazi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R-PxqFgTJRI/AAAAAAAABuU/ePUUb-LqyHY/s72-c/6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-8628937600032806688</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-10T20:22:27.375-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Berlin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>This Is Not A Travel Blog</title><atom:summary type="text">HOWEVERI am going to Berlin on Thursday, so if you happen to know something useful, now is the time to leave a comment or send me a note with thrilling ideas for wondrous German times, full of joy, and wonder, and time. In Germany. For example:(a) names of bars with employees who look like THAT. (I&#39;m pointing at the photo in the post below.)(b) addresses of sophisticated old theater-going ladies </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-not-travel-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-3294333594380350861</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:08.501-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Budapest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Budapest</title><atom:summary type="text"> Budapest is like when you see a hot ass in a heavy crowd and think, Wow! and then your eyes trail up and you realize it&#39;s connected to a really old lady. And you shudder and feel dirty because you were totally turned on. And then you try to think of construction equipment or derivatives trading because neither have anything to do with really old ladies, and maybe if you think about those things </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/03/budapest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R8xh5YvHt4I/AAAAAAAABsQ/WM-sxcR1xbg/s72-c/action2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2253167703219690488</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:09.522-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shoreditch</category><title>Shoreditch (+ Update)</title><atom:summary type="text">Contrary to (wishful) speculation I did not elope to Iceland. Or to anywhere. I did spend a recent afternoon with the Sultan of Brunei&#39;s daughter but that&#39;s another story. I&#39;ve also been indulging myself  in a mild existential &#39;reassessment&#39; (which sounds far better than &#39;crisis&#39;) and so far things are progressing nicely. I&#39;m eating less wheat, for example, and silently forgiving estranged </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/02/shoreditch-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R7h6ESDQbGI/AAAAAAAABp8/RmBfnABLuGI/s72-c/shoreditcha.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-7064958188852499241</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:09.595-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Little Miss Firecracker</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-miss-firecracker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R6xbW70UUyI/AAAAAAAABp0/ZapHLGzz02M/s72-c/firecracker2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4602669322559546576</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:10.083-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Louise Bourgeois</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Smoking</category><title>Cigarettes and Louise Bourgeois</title><atom:summary type="text">This will probably (hopefully?) be the last I&#39;ll say on the subject but, for my own record, it has now been over a year since I quit smoking. My official quit date (according to an old post on this blog) was January 22, 2007. I remember having a bad date about a week later and smoking a single cigarette as dull compensation (and then throwing the remaining pack away in dull fury). 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The city was very cold and as predicted, the sky snowed from midday. Within two hours the streets were blanketed and the harsh grayness turned quaint and pretty. We almost slipped. We found a room full of ghosts by the side of the road. We stopped to play. 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Nothing feels so far away, or so large, as an empty airport in an strange town. Brad Pitt sipped Pepsi between sweeps - a captivating rhythm! - and I listened to Asobi Seksu discuss </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/helsinki.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-8987123248815376172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:11.184-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Lilibet and the Blue Robot Man</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/lilibet-and-blue-robot-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R5OOE3NDXeI/AAAAAAAABo0/9hdYOyGIXFQ/s72-c/lilibetrobot3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-3910890506138517938</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:11.301-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dachau</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Germany</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Judaism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Munich</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>München</title><atom:summary type="text">Just back into London after a couple nights in Munich earlier this week. Here&#39;s the Facebook album for anyone interested, commentary included. We walked the city center and managed to fit in, towards the end, a quick visit to the Dachau concentration camp. We happened to arrive on the one day of the week when the site is closed, which wasn&#39;t a bad thing. 2,000 people visit every other day. I </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/mnchen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R44r9XNDXdI/AAAAAAAABoM/u8PH8I_gsQ4/s72-c/munich40.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2914161828433444646</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:11.446-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Split Concrete</title><atom:summary type="text">There were two boysat the Tatedressed perfect,a perfect two,in tight pantsand long coatsand loose hair;and their dancewas astoundingand very lovelyto watch.And in the endwhen they touchedit shook the ground,even the ground;it split the concrete;and people ranto see the crack,but missed the boys.The boys were gone</atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/split-concrete.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R4l2C3NDXcI/AAAAAAAABoE/MMi5PhK99cE/s72-c/splitconcrete2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-300426887403024599</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-07T03:27:26.824-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Airport Security</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>My Shoes Are Lethal</title><atom:summary type="text">Do I look terrorist-y? I&#39;m usually ushered through airport security with a curt smile while the 98-year-old lady behind me gets strip-searched and beaten. Not so lucky this time. This time (out of JFK last week) I was directed to a separate section. Questioned. Had my bag searched. Underwent a full (clothed) body search using the &#39;back of [his] hand,&#39; which I felt dirty for enjoying. I couldn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-shoes-are-lethal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-1822010782731181385</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:11.818-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Fire and Champagne</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s 2008 and New York, for a week, has been a delight. On the escalators at Barneys, and Saks, and Gucci, and Dior, and Burberry, and possibly Prada, men done in military coats and leather shoes glide silent like perky mannequins or peacock giraffes and make happy gestures with their eyes, and two in particular look very content. They&#39;re sharing lip stuff. They&#39;re eating sandwiches on a cold </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2008/01/fire-and-champagne.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R3qgA3NDXYI/AAAAAAAABnk/enFz0Fpt3V4/s72-c/newyear1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-556533989987618562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:12.160-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>The End of the Beginning</title><atom:summary type="text">Even the air feels new, prickling at my face like the rub of small hands with uncut nails. (Less  chilling, now, but just as fresh.) The slim boys in Prada march down Kings Road – stern giants with blond hair and skinny chests – and their jeans don’t fit, or fit perfectly, and it all seems silly (so silly!) and how has it already been three weeks? In the light of New York on Christmas it will </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R3BWFHNDXUI/AAAAAAAABnE/HvHfHg6WAk8/s72-c/wonderfullife.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-4218744207466726051</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:12.334-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Hotel Bible</title><atom:summary type="text">In numbered rooms, in foreign places, on streets full of cars, on roughly upholstered armchairs, next to dripping faucets, next to windows locked permanently for the safety of our guests, sit men with worried eyes, sit men with lovers in other towns, sit men reading hotel bibles.</atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/hotel-bible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R2hMc3NDXQI/AAAAAAAABmc/3Z-sHKVovW0/s72-c/bible2a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-182656229781444893</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:12.471-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>The Flowers, Himself</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R2V1xXNDXPI/AAAAAAAABmU/SVArQC440iQ/s72-c/flowers6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-6893291686968991865</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:14.384-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Bits of London</title><atom:summary type="text">1. Whimsical London. Subway art on the walkway under Wellington Arch.2. Beautiful London. Part of a detailed entry gate at Hyde Park Corner.3. Playful London. Monopoly everywhere. In the tube station below Bond St.4. Retarded London. For people like me who find street crossings terrifying.5. Bored London. When I decide to mark time by photographing my face.6. Amusing London. Street sign in </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/bits-of-london.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R2BUyShtXtI/AAAAAAAABlc/Q6ioivwBl7U/s72-c/london10.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-2589657212385467016</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:14.570-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Words</category><title>Rubber Man</title><atom:summary type="text">The rubber man in black moved his lips in silence, reached out his right hand, cupped, and shook it at the rush of bodies flying past his face. Please! Food! Help! His palms looked inflated and fatty and swollen, like rubber, like his fingers wouldn’t bend more than a few degrees and maybe the cup was actually a fist and maybe he was trying to fight, not beg.I stood watching from across the </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/rubber-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R1xvdShtXgI/AAAAAAAABjc/rZs343sOp5I/s72-c/park.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-7974332657884867426</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T07:53:15.416-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Buckingham Palace</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Over at the Palace</title><atom:summary type="text">A few things you might not have realized about Buckingham Palace:1. The stonework really needs a good clean. Her Majesty should consider investing in a power hose - effective, easy to use, and loads of fun. No more unsightly green moss or unidentified blue stuff.2. For all its pomp and grandeur the palace still understands the importance of a sturdy all-weather broom.3. Up close, the changing of </atom:summary><link>http://daviddalley.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-at-palace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WestVillageKid)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fmNAvuFsdh4/R1iikihtXZI/AAAAAAAABik/U5D5YEs0S4w/s72-c/palacegate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17702076.post-84713189655578327</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T21:02:30.037-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cockfosters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philip Glass</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Hours</category><title>She Would Buy The Flowers Herself</title><atom:summary type="text">I took a train today bound for a place called Cockfosters (which no one else in the carriage seemed to find amusing) and spent the morning listening to Philip Glass and pretending I was Virginia Woolf - in a non-transsexual, assuredly masculine sort of way - freshly back in the capital and off to buy flowers, ginger and ink. 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