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taught myself how to use the timer, turn off the flash, and then went to the ryan mcginley exhibit at the whitney (some good stuff, some downtown hipster insider stuff that i can't stand—he is, however, 25, which is inspirationally depressing no matter how you slice and dice it) with jami. ran into dori while meeting in union square.
