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The human waited months for his birthday to come around as an excuse to go the The Argentine Cafe. He knew exactly what he wanted on the menu. Blood sausage, and cow's neck skin and red wine. And I was the magical Imaginary Theresa; who would have devoured all of that scab tasting sausage if not stopped. Imaginary Theresa just sipped a red wine and watched the human delight in each bite of food. He was in heaven. See and download the full gallery on posterous Posted via email from 39 in human years

I didn't catch all the rapper names, but Joss Stone and China Moses were the two women I saw in the mix of impressive black dudes swarming around the stage. See and download the full gallery on posterous Posted via email from 39 in human years

4:30 am -ish. We compared our relative states of being while waiting for a falafel breakfast.  See and download the full gallery on posterous Posted via email from 39 in human years

It was the day before The Human's birthday and due to a coffee shop encounter with a band manager looking for artists who could do a graphic novel about Bajah + The Dry Eye Crew  from Sierra Leone, I found myself with him on a date to a The Roots jam at the Highline Ballroom- that's in the now extremely fashionable Meatpacking District. Wha?! Yes. It is mad, but so very true! The idea was for The Human to meet 'the guys' and they happened to be performing at this jam session so were were given comp tickets. It was a zoo. There was a line up the street which we  walked right to the front of for VIP wrist bands- and looking like the shabbiest things, too! But I didn't feel like I could flaunt my hookup in that crowd. We arrived at about midnight and had to stand around while musicians and every other 'famous' person who was supposed to be there came strolling by.... the show was supposed to start at 12:30!! After being squashed to the rail by drunk music fan