Category: phone call

I appreciated the earnestness of the woman’s attempt to inform someone of their upcoming appointment. She dialed the wrong number and found me. The idea of a missed doctor’s appointment reminded me of another element...

Trying to remember when I first knew of Joe Frank, and I read an Apology transcript that I stuck to the inside of the payphone enclosure.

I changed my mind about one key point in this phone call. The journalist posting the phone number I use was not as boss a thing as I thought. My hope was that people would call the number from the machines, and a couple of people did, but mostly the calls came from peoples’ home […]

In summary: A reporter from Gothamist somehow got hold of the phone number I use for my little shenanigan. The number is not exactly a state secret but not many people have it, and fewer still would have the wherewithal or knowledge of the situation to contact Gothamist, and this particular reporter at that. Something […]

It was not intended to coincide with the 9/11 anniversary but I happened to find what I’ve called the “Big Box of Bad”, a cardboard box I had in storage containing all the newspapers and magazines I picked up after the attacks on 9/11. I wasn’t going to say anything about the anniversary but here […]

It’s a payphone version of something I wrote earlier. At this point I thought my dad’s “PERMANENT RECORD” was from grade school. It is in fact from the military high school.

What is strange about this phone call, aside from it being in a language I don’t recognize, is that the call came to my Skype number, which has not received a call from anyone but myself in years. What is she saying?

As many as three of us all at once were using the payphones at the end of the Graybar Passage. One of us was a beautiful woman. She seemed disturbed. I wanted to ask her who the hell she thought she was talking to.

Had to call from the cell on the second call because no working payphones could be found in Ridgewood. Took a dump for the ages at a pizza place on Fresh Pond. Hah, left my own fresh pond there.

…not that anyone was waiting for it.

I’ll transcribe and have more to say about this tomorrow. Listen if you dare.  

Standing at Astoria Boulevard and 35th Street. This is across the street from a precinct. I’m out here looking for God. I found PRAY in Astoria yesterday. So I’m canvassing what’s left of the payphones around to see if I can find more. I think I’m just going to have to stick to the one […]

I think what I should really do with all these calls is put them on a single page and form a playlist. i mean duh, right? That is my plan but I want to get as many of them posted now so I can get them into some kind of order.

Me talking about the time I put Joe Frank on the kiosks, and about going to a regional high school reunion that night. Catching up on these calls, this one is from a couple of months ago at a midtown payphone.

It’s me, calling from a Grand Central payphone, talking about how the activist group wants me to align with them but I’m not so sure. I have a lot else to say about this in other places but suffice to say I did not make it to the Thursday meeting. This time it was because […]

I started writing more about this, which has enveloped my mind and activities the last few weeks… But then I did not. Let’s just say that I have successfully bewildered millions.

Here’s a call that includes a story about a strange encounter I had about a year earlier, with a guy who apparently didn’t like it when people took pictures of other people in public, so he retaliated by taking pictures of me. I just thought it was funny. I laughed. At first i thought, well, […]

Couple of calls from a major league anxiety attack.

I spent some hours writing short 16-bar dance form pieces. That night I slept 11 hours. I think that’s because writing like that uses a part of my brain I had not used in a while. My brain is my biggest muscle.

I might never get this stuff sorted out. E-mails I found from 1994 show that I contacted and interacted with some of the Legion of Doom people. I remain certain, however, that I had no idea these might have been the very people who plowed us all over on that voicemail system in Connecticut.

Now I’m at Manhattan Avenue and India Street. I just wanted to continue with other things I meant to say about that CD. There’s nothing in there to get excited about. Or as my dad once said it’s nothing to shout about. There was this strange site that I did, or a subsite I guess, […]

I found a CD full of stuff I backed up in 2000. Some of it dates back to 1992. Some of it I don’t remember ever seeing, some of it I do but it’s been such a long time. I had all these officecam pictures from when I worked at Time-Warner, and I pointed a […]

Three calls stitched into one MP3, where the second call is actually from my cell phone, since I spotted no payphones in the emergency room. I did not want to ask, since it would have meant undoing my IV. There was at least one payphone in the old emergency room at Mt. Sinai but I […]

Just some comments on what interactions occurred at this event, which was at the Cornell Club. I could not make myself not think that a dude from the class of 1968, the year I was born, must have been old enough to be my father, and that because of this on some transcentemporal level that must […]

  From about 5½ minutes on it’s just ambient sounds from the concourse at Rockefeller Center. I left it in case you, like I, enjoy hearing such things. In this call I describe a regional high school gathering, billed as a “reunion”, but by my assessment more of a fund raiser and nothing more. I […]

Talking about the street theater, from a humming payphone.

I woke up feeling as bad as I’d felt in years. I took to a payphone nearby. The substance of my grousing about how software never works and how technology gets in my way is, appropriately enough, intruded upon by what sounds like teeth chattering on the landline. I can hear and understand what I […]

Talking about the insignificant prattle I’ve posted here past few years, and how only I can read between the lines.

Talking about the futility of my life, good fun.

I was having a rough morning. but it cleared when I found a MetroCard on the sidewalk.

Thinking of merging all my sites into a super site, from the super center payphone. Still not sure how to handle making some postings invisible to searchies and most of them not invisible.

This is a single recording of two payphone calls made from Grand Central Terminal last week. In fact I made three calls but the first one, for whatever reason, did not make it to the voicemail box, as seems to be an increasingly common problem with magicJack. I think about homelessness these days more than […]

Beautiful. I think this was 37th Street around 30th Avenue. Too bad it didn’t capture more.

Going on at greater length with this might have made it clear that I was not exactly fuming over the fact that an attempt to make a call from a nearby payphone failed. It was just a springboard for the greater issue of a world built on shit that Does Not Work™. Too many jobs […]

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One call from a trusted payphone the night of the traffic ban, when a densely peaceful silence reigned over Astoria. Two other calls from the night after. I was  working the payphones of Broadway in Astoria, Queens — the ones I could access, that is. Many were snowed in and unreachable to those of us […]

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