__kerri: phantasmagorical
__kerri: where the cities call my name
__kerri: through the looking glass
__kerri: Home-made Purple Sweet Potato Chips
__kerri: "A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again."
__kerri: Knives
__kerri: and it goes on and on and on and on and on
__kerri: in process
__kerri: Old recipes and secrets are passed on from generation to generation and from 'babushka' to mom and then to kids.
__kerri: Piroshky in the mornings
__kerri: so cinnamon is rumored to be an aphrodisiac
__kerri: Piroshky, Piroshky
__kerri: time goes tickin', time, time, goes tickin'
__kerri: stuck on you
__kerri: space gum!
__kerri: Pike's Place Market
__kerri: From bean to cup
__kerri: Cheese is milk's leap towards immortality.
__kerri: Just Jack.
__kerri: Pike St.
__kerri: A good street performing act is like a pilot light.
__kerri: One Man Band.
__kerri: I can feel it in my bones
__kerri: Life is not a spectator sport. If you're going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you're wasting your life.
__kerri: Maybe I am skipping over the city and going from very personal things to the world, from internal experience to giant, far-away-from-space experience.
__kerri: Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
__kerri: A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.
__kerri: When I'm shakin' come on up to the shack!
__kerri: There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.