Monday, January 26 2015
The snow has been coming down, much like they said it would, except there's not as much of it as they said there'd be. It's not a blizzard. I'm not even sure if it's a snowstorm. It's just some snow, nothing much different than snow we've all seen before. Maybe it's supposed to come overnight?
Monday, January 26 2015
I left the office early to better prepare to panic at home later. Juno's coming, they said. Two to three feet of snow between now and tomorrow, they said. I brought the good camera along today and took a long walk towards the Canal Street J stop. I'd hoped along that way I'd see things of interest, bedlam or its relatives, erupting.
Tuesday, January 20 2015
At street level, right there, that is a hearse, parked, below my windows. The hearse is always there; I live above a funeral home in Bed-Stuy.
On the topic of: Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, Displacement, Existential Moments, Funeral Homes, Pondering, Small Businesses
Monday, January 19 2015
Dang. Empty. Somebody already beat me to it.
On the topic of: Babies, Brooklyn, Crown Heights, Free Stuff
Monday, December 22 2014
On Sunday night, a vigil was being held for officers Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu, the two NYPD officers shot and killed Saturday. I knew about the murders, and knew they happened in Bed-Stuy, where I live, but I didn't realize they happened right here, just a couple blocks from my studio space, until I was driving past the Tompkins-Myrtle intersection on the way home.
Sunday, November 9 2014
I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where? To this very moment...
On the topic of: Existential Dread, Highways, New Orleans, Poor Decisions, Reflections, Selfies, trucks
Tuesday, November 4 2014
Earlier today I saw the guy now playing the stop sign taunting a tourist, shouting from across the street, "you can't even get an erection," among other things, most of which were incoherent.
He's definitely not with the band (the legendary Treme Brass Band), but he isn't too bad either.
On the topic of: Brass Bands, Dirtbags, Improvisation, Jazz, Music, New Orleans, Street Performances
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