Posting this tonight because I expect to sleep 14 hours and way past 12 noon tomorrow, the hour of truth. It’s an October seasonal-adjustment thing. I’m sleeping 14+hours a night without wanting to. It was 30 years ago...
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She mentioned it twice, both times driving the car whilst circambcombanducantortadillaybewildered, saying it was always/only a woman’s right, not any man’s, a sentiment with which I never disagreed, on instinct,...
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The last 72 hours have been quite the adventure. In no particular order: Sleeping has been a...
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I have little memory of Bay Crest Elementary School in Tampa, which I attended for one year, in...
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Looks like I was just about average. The only S-minuses (which I interpret as Fs) targeted my...
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Just pulled a GPX file at random from my stash of hundreds, even thousands of recorded journeys....
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Someone at my PO Box post office, home of my 181, must have had some reason to do this, but I...
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One of Open Street Map’s most elegant features, one which Google does not implement, is the...
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I was at Socrates Sculpture Park last week when something reminded of a favorite exhibit I saw...
Read MoreAwaking to the usual expectation of expectoration, that I must produce, must create, must continue to fill oceans with mountains, mountains of text, intellectual cardboard, impossibly forgotten photographs, mental effluvia of...
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I find it somewhat intriguing to uncover evidence of a place or entity that existed but of which...
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Just a random news clipping I found among my dad’s effects, some of which ended up in a foot...
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…but then asking: Who was Majella? How did I let her get away?
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One of the oddest typos I encountered, from 2007, at a dollar shop on Broadway that is now a Duane...
Read MoreOysters swallowed you whole, you and your boozed cult, mellowing youth, our greedless demise filtered through weakened language. Dollared jargon blanketed under freakish sucking, stacked under books paged by repeatedly neutral...
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This is one of the oddest things I ever encountered in the wilderness of the free telephone partylines I used to call. Context is everything, I suppose, and in this short bit I have none.
Read MoreThis Sunday opened with closure on a question that has desultorally lingered in the back of my mind since high school: What song did I hear on the radio that opened with the line “SHE STARTED LICKIN’ HIS ASS”?...
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I’m not going to obsess over this but I can’t decide on the gender of this...
Read MoreThis was that famous day in February, 2012, when a friend asked me to take care of her 10-year-old son for a day, while she (I don’t remember which) either went out of town or had to work someplace where she couldn’t bring him along.
Read MoreI’ve known people who say they’d be terrified to ride this thing. I am not, but can see where some might find it scary. This is from a couple of years ago, a video I had no memory of recording, though I had posted...
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Why can’t I get paid to do something like this? Paint yellow lines on a walkway. These...
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Can’t read the last digit of this but it’s the first new-to-me sighting of a telephone...
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I’ve been seeing this stuff all over Astoria for a couple of months now. From 19th Avenue...
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I found this depressingly inspiring note at the North Burial Ground in Providence, Rhode Island,...
Read MoreFound this random, forgotten video of a friend and I driving to Coney Island in September, 2006. It was a spontaneous thing, as my friend driving the car was prone to indulge in and sometimes get me to go along. It’s rough...
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I spotted this joyfully banal poem on the Ed Koch/Queensboro Bridge today. At first I thought it...
Read MoreA little herky-jerky but the low light can’t have helped the Galaxy S9+ record this. It’s incredible to me how Rockefeller Center remains so empty this far into the pandemic. I have some money coming tomorrow so I...
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As Karl Marx might have said: “Life is a game of eaches.”
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I thought about narrating this one but couldn’t think of anything to say, except to add that video recording on the St. Michael’s Cemetery grounds is not allowed but I assume it’s OK to film from outside. Not...
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Wouldn’t it be great if those old telephone numbers, “Astoria 11”, could have been grandfathered into modern times? Descendants of Charles Hallett could say “Yo, give me a call. I’m at ’11’.” This receipts is from a Blackwell to a Hallett. Prime Astoria stuff.
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The return to service of the Canoscan 9000F scanner means I have a slide scanner again, so I can...
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The previous post about the found photo from Coney Island and subsequent rambles inspired me to dust off a series of shots I got on the boardwalk there in August, 2002. I pared it down from over 200 to exactly 100, which is...
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I’m not going to lose sleep over it, but this old Fujifilm Instax print was a strange thing...
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Another unexpected mirror today. I have lost a lot of weight the past 2 years, not by intention...
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I spotted this mirror after talking to a friend from the neighborhood who got Covid tested a few...
Read MoreWhatever you can say about things here at peak 2020, how we got here, who got us there… the President of the United States should not be seen hauled off to Walter Reed in an Air Force One Medevac. Or should he? And also, I...
Read MoreI posted this image to Facebook last night, then deleted it. I’ve never been uncomfortable...
Read MoreI am not altogether satisfied with this but I’ll take it, after 2½ hours spent trying to record this Grieg piece earlier were all messed up. The piano is plugged into a mixing board which in turn plugs into the field...
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It’s a simple piece by a not so simple composer. Can you guess who? Having not made a video in a while I remember why I don’t do it more often. It’s just hard, for me at least, to mentally switch gears from...
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I don’t know when or where I procured this. It might have been in 1986, when I came to New...
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Lots of graffiti at first in a video more stable than I expected for having no gimble or...
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This jogger, seen crossing the soon-to-be-repaved Third Avenue in Midtown on Friday, reminds me of...
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After I don’t know how many years, and I don’t know how many thousands of pages scanned, my trusty...
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At the grocery store tonight I heard the cashier say to me: “I love your penis masks.”...
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“somewhat sensual not too violent” Tiana Clark
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Approaching this Roosevelt Island staircase today, from the west, all I saw were the words SEX and...
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I’ve seen this van for years now, parked around Broadway and 41st/42nd Streets in Astoria,...
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And yes, that is a payphone at the end of the hallway.
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Florida is weird.
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This website has been around, in one form or other, at various URLs, since 1994. I rarely delete...
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One photo accumulation I started but lost track of involved sightings of my magic number, 181. PO...
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I kind of randomly ended up at the Linden Hill Jewish Cemetery a few weeks ago, grabbing a few...
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I forgot about this. My copy of Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems has a big, fat spelling error on the cover. Oof. Last read: “In Plaster”. Or rather: “In Plastizer”.
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I might like this as much as the last iteration of the “I VOTED” sticker. And also, it’s hard to take a picture of your own shoulder.
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I swear this one was looking at me as it did its crazy thing. On Roosevelt Avenue today, a few...
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This was not even over a secure SSL connection. Flickr also barfed on me a little bit. Guess it...
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When I boarded the train I heard him talking to another passenger in a similarly strident way....
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I was out taking pictures of payphones in Brooklyn today when this happened, at 4th Avenue and...
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I was later accosted by a maskless 56-year-old drunk dude who insisted we do fist-pumps, said he...
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