Last night, after departing from a date who revealed she was actually married (but separated), I pedaled home to Bedford Ave. On North Ninth, near the intersection with Kent, there was a fire on the sidewalk. I made it to Berry before I realized I should probably put it out. The New York "whatever" that has crept into my character is a surprise to me as well. The first thought was "Eh. Ignore it." The second was "I should call the cops." The third, inevitable conclusion was "I should just take care of this myself."
Life
Pause
Thursday, July 22 2010
The record ends and we must begin again.
There are two words and the conditions that express and define that I've been dwelling upon recently, anamnesis and anosognosia. With that in mind, I'm purging some content and trying to learn a better way to achieve what I'd like most for this site. I don't know what the deficiencies are as of yet but I'll be working on them. I'll get back to posting after I resolve what I don't yet know can be improved.
Brooklyn Bridge Park is Pretty Slick
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Saturday, July 3 2010
While looking for things to do in NYC that were cool and free and on a Thursday, I found the I Do Not Doubt I Am Limitless festival in Brooklyn Bridge park.
Woodwork
Saturday, June 12 2010
I've been on a woodworking rampage since returning from the lake. Everything must go. Everything must change. I'm rebuilding anything I can. "Else" is the imperative.
Silly though it may be, I'm putting together a more well-designed spice rack with the scraps above. Old leftover wood from the "Falling Water" shelves in my Pittsburgh apartment is seeing second life in Brooklyn. At one point I thought I'd be putting the rails and boards to work like they were before but the walls here are weak, unreliable and the security deposits quite high.
Seneca Lake, Departure
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Saturday, June 5 2010
Ithaca and the surrounding communities are country life for the wealthy. I am fully aware that my life at the lakeside was one of luxury and privilege.
Seneca Lake, June 3, 2010
Thursday, June 3 2010
I don't understand what the appeal is but a few bees spent more than an hour buzzing around my right Keen sandal, sucking the devil-knows-what out of it.
Seneca Lake, June 2, 2010
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Thursday, June 3 2010
At 11:59pm, after tracking the last of the beats for the Songo track, code-named Calliope until something better comes along, I decided to call it quits.
Seneca Lake, June 2, 2010
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Wednesday, June 2 2010
I would keep going if I could.
I tried.
And here, at the end of all things, I took a last dip in the water, now a comfortable 62 degrees. About halfway through the month it was 52 degrees and I can only guess how low it was when I first jumped in.
I will miss this state of being. I do not know if I will miss this particular place since it belongs to someone else, and there are so many other places like it that I want to explore now. I hope that I can do this again.
Seneca Lake, June 1, 2010
Tuesday, June 1 2010
Paying attention to how your trash piles up is quite an educational experience. Being so far out in the country made pick-up a challenge and I found myself frequently being educated.
Seneca Lake, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, June 1 2010
I picture poor Mr. Dawson encased in carbonite, hands outstretched and yearning for escape, held in the Wegmans storage area behind the milk and yogurt. This is a memorial to his sacrifice.