No Dorkbot for me this month. Larry invited me to tag along at an art exhibition.
On the way to the Armory, I passed this collection of dismembered cattle.
Apparently you could go inside, but there wasn’t time.
There were paintings.
There were naked women.
There were machines.
(click on this one to see it in action)
There were skulls.
There were anatomically correct sleeping figures.
There were skeletons.
And there were people.
February has turned to March, and March has turned to snow.
The evidence on the ground suggested otherwise.
I should walk past wearing a sign that says “Fuck you.”
They’re calling for 8-12 inches.
Time passes more quickly than work comes in. I make a lot more banking trips now.
This is the Union St. end of this place
Further down Union St. in Park Slope
The Subway is the original network
I saw Lindsay and Delilah, and Rachel and Greg,…
and Sarah and Zack
Yesterday, I was back out on Long Island after a sleepless night. Today it reached 63 degrees.
Leaving Jamaica, for what’s old is what’s new
He wants you to join him
Coming back to Jamaica, to my new island home.
It said BRODAWAY until Gothamist got involved the other day
Whoosh
It’s February, it must be Dorkbot. It appears that Valentine’s Day is on-deck.
Made with plasma
The Linuxization of the Gadgetry
They’ve got a lotta heart
