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Better Than Real Because It's Not.

Tuesday November 09th 2010, 12:51 am

(September 5) The purpose of the journey to West Sayville was Bradstock, a festival that originated in nearby Blue Point, and has wandered a bit around Long Island before settling in my old hometown of West Sayville.


Kids, and Hula Hoops

Pete and Lisa

And lots and lots of people. This is the first year they sold out.

blue point brewery
There was beer. And not shit beer. Louis and Viza would have approved.



Pete bought us some peace sign pins from the hippies.


A number of people were flying kites. I understand this is traditional.

great south bay
The Great South Bay. I used to spend all my time on the north shore though. Go figure.

Friday November 05th 2010, 9:30 pm

(September 5) As a child, I remember first living in Bohemia, NY. From there we moved to Ronkonkoma, and then to West Sayville, where I lived until I was 23.

time machines
Much to my surprise, a few blocks from the house I moved to at 16, was this.

got a flux capacitor i can borrow?
A DeLorean dealer. This is what John DeLorean’s tears look like.

Friday October 15th 2010, 2:29 am

The finale of August was the attempted liquidation of the contents of two containers. The owners, a husband and wife died within a short time of each other, and the rent went unpaid, and at a certain point the containers and their contents became abandoned property.

collectible... allegedly
There was a rather odd mix of things, but much of it was garbage that someone obviously believed would be worth something, someday.

what horrors lie inside?
It was sad to pick through, seeing so much money wasted on items designed to be collectible, including this tin and puzzle….

all hail modern preservatives
… full of 12 year old popcorn that looks frighteningly like fresh popcorn.

jackie gleason
Additionally, there’s probably 750-1000 LP albums in various condition.

Tuesday October 05th 2010, 2:01 am

Wrapping up August was another trip to …

Central Park

pete and the tree
Pete wanted me to take his picture next to that tree. So here it is.

Pete knows this girl from his trips to the park without me. I don’t remember her name.

She’s got good balance

attack of the killer bubbles
This poor kid was swallowed whole by a bubble. Nobody tried to save him, they all just watched him get devoured.

tavern on the renovation
The re-becoming something is well underway

leaving the park
And then it was time to leave

But not without a little street time first. (it’s a video)

Friday October 01st 2010, 1:00 am

The first morning in my new place, I awoke thinking a plane hit the house. Less traumatically, that’s how I woke up for weeks from the house house shaking from vehicle collisions with the potholes outside my window.

shades of donnie darko
Those didn’t look like much even up close, but when the trucks rolled through them… oh boy.

Main Street, on an August early Friday evening

creek waterfowl
Some things are almost exactly as they were five years ago

formerly monaviza
Guess someone makes money from it