Aawwwwww

What does a man like me need in a circumstance such as this? One word: ASSURANCES. Thumbs up! From 2007, a seeming lifetime ago. Lifetimago.

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Five Men Sunning Themselves in Central Park

everybody squanders pasts, everybody, listless gradations and humblings, tirelessly diurnal ramblings, chomping of apples, stirring of laundry, idling of vehicles, spraying of radio, flat chesting of the elderly man bragging...

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HEAD CREAMED UNDER GRILLED HONEY . FLAMBÉ JAZZ BRUSSELS PANTS ASUNDER FRESH THUGS OF DISDAIN SELF-LOATHING PICKING MORALITY PUNS SQUASHED UNDER COFFEE AND VICE . ON CRUXES OF GHOSTS I LUMBERED, A PHANTOM THROUGH THE MOMENTS OF...

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Email. January, 2001.

it’s good to see new stuff from you, a.k.a. man-who-is-responsible-for-the-phrase-‘crazier-than-you’-being-stuck-in-vari ous- nooks-and-cranies-of-my-head-for-the-past-half-year-and-turning-up-when-i’d-...

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The Desk In My Bedroom on Main Street, Oberlin Ohio, USA, 1989-1990

I might have kept that upside-down “PERISHABLE FRESH FRUIT” box because of its sturdiness. And the cassettes. Might still have those, too. That’s a silver double-cassette boom box (Magnavox?) on the far bottom left. That thing rocked. I remember blasting Paganini, Alkan, Pabst, Busoni, and the gratuitous 19th/20th virtuosi, ghetto-style, across the firmament of Main […]

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Virtuoso

Virtuoso I found you in a gray yard, politely brimming, policing the clearings in a stranger’s voice. Listening to a radio you wanted to intercept the meaning of what was heard, the anthill-like spaces, deep, filled by...

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Do Not Call 814-351-9579 or 469-646-0884

I intended to craft a detailed explanation of how I determined that a couple of strange emails were nothing but spam, albeit with a somewhat novel (to me, at least) twist. But the details of examining email headers and running...

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Kismet Involving the Sinatræ

Last week a friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s burial site. Toward the end of the story, just as I was starting to ask why the hell this was sent to me (I’m no Frank Sinatra groupie) the last...

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Breakage

Flat on the pavement, its silver raised numbers glistening in the sunlight, I found a TD Bank gift card in the middle of a quiet Astoria side street. Intending to make some effort to identify the person who lost it and return it...

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At the Bar. July, 2012.

I took this picture in 2012 thinking, perhaps fearing, that this is what I would look like ten years on. I still have a bit of paunch but my gut has mostly held court, the concave suppressing the convex.

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Were Calls From 833-289-1205 a Scam?

Like a majority of people who took time out of their busy days to complain about it, when I got 4 robocalls in a row from 833-289-1205 I assumed it was some kind of scam. A robovoice identifying itself as CVS/Caremark The first...

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Anything To Say? Incoherent Rambles.

Strange moment of kismet the other day. A friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s habit of carrying 10 dimes everywhere he went in case he needed to make payphone calls. Moments later I went downstairs and...

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Got Yelled At By a Cemetery Superintendent

A first for me occurred on Monday, when I was accosted by a superintendent at a particular cemetery in Queens. Seeing my camera in hand he yelled “What are you doing?” I asked “What do you mean?” He...

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Wheelspinning

I’ve been wandering through digiKam, an open source media viewer and editor I discovered recently. It’s pretty good stuff all around, though not without its quirks and annoyances. I’m on a pretty boss PC but...

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Goodbye, #s 15 & 16

When I was told I had to have a tooth pulled I responded inappropriately. I acted as if the dentist had just told me I had 2 weeks to live. I could tell he was looking at me like, wtf? People lose teeth. Here’s some middle-aged...

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Unsettling

North of a hostile policymaking conflict the surviving descendants of Geronimo hoisted their demands upon their shoulders, lifting baskets and coffins filled with freedom-seeking unborn. Minute by minute, ounce by dripping...

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A New Calvary Stramble From Yesterday

Here is about an hour-long video mostly on the grounds at New Calvary Cemetery. I entered Third Calvary through the Queens Boulevard entrance, exiting through the 54th Avenue gate at 4th Calvary. New Calvary is not my favorite yard in New York but I appreciate it. I’ve had a particular interest in the Columbarium of […]

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