"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones" (Some dizzy whore, 1804)

In 8th grade we had to pick science projects from a hat filled with strips of paper, presumably because students are forbidden by the Board of Ed. to pull something directly out of a teacher's ass; my good fortune read "gravestone weathering." I decided to measure the effects of urban vs. suburban cemeteries (I settled on ones from DC to Bowie, MD) which seems like an excessively morbid way to learn about acid rain and wind erosion. I live above Silver Monuments now.

The Alternate History of 125 Stanton which counts no less than 10 people who lived in its two 2nd floor apartments and shared cups of sugar, DNA and many bottle-ly fluids will be available in paperback (or a PDF of blog posts) by summer 2011.