Isabella Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Whores in bizness, they’re risky, man. Happy as hell when I bust ‘em, tho – makes me feel like a goddamn hero. But it pisses me off when they get away with it, slippin’ through the cracks like nothin’ happened. One time, I tracked this chick, total pro, she was blackmailin’ her boss with pics – wild stuff! Had me thinkin’, “Hashem hasn’t given me shit!” – why’s she winning and I’m stuck here analyzin’ spreadsheets? Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but it felt that dramatic, swear to God.

Congratulations to Christine Lai on defending her PhD thesis!

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Recapping CSHL’s 88th Symposium