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Better Than Real Because It's Not.


Saturday November 22nd 2008, 2:46 pm

(October 19) Wrapping up the trip to Domino with fourteen more photos, I headed back toward home, with a quick stop to the datacenter down by Wall Street.

crane crane go away, come again some other day
By all that’s going up, you’d never know that everything’s going to hell.

the rubble of someone else's dreams
And lots of other stuff is coming down to make way for more.

the rubble of someone else's event(?)
More Bisphenol A than you can shake a stick at.

half steel, half concrete, she's pretty stiff
What is The Secret Behind the Door?

bikes
This place made me think of Whatah.

this also made me think of whatah
The neighborhood buildings are covered in artwork

first rule of secret club... there is no secret club
Something was going on behind this door as well.

bette davis sees all!
Whatever it was, it did not escape Bette Davis’s eyes.

winged but grounded
Fallen something

growth above times two
Construction and life both go on.

coming soon: hate 2
And hate is eternal.

why not 'mikeys booty call'?
This is even pervy-er than his subway ad.

new york stock exchange
The scene of the crime.

i remember a saner time on wall street
This is the kind of Nine Eleven false patriotism we could all live without.



Friday November 21st 2008, 3:43 pm

(October 19) At long last, the main event. The former Domino Sugar Refinery of Williamsburg, Brooklyn on the East River, formerly Havemeyer and Elder’s Sugar Refining Company, and soon to be luxury apartments with a killer view of the east side of midtown Manhattan.

never to return
Once upon a time, long, long ago, things were manufactured in New York City.

where do all the rich people come from?
Now we call these graveyards “historical landmarks”.
Next stop: Luxury apartments.

the sign will live on, with much irony
The landmark sign that inspired protests.

60% of the country's sugar was once produced in nyc
New York City used to be the “sugar capital” of the USA.

woe unto williamsburg
The sad remains of what once was.

future homes of millionaires
That sound you hear off in the distance is called gentrification.

we're watching you!
Incongruity.

sayonara, domino.
No gift shop at the end of this tour.



Thursday November 20th 2008, 1:24 am

(October 19) Those showing up today got a free wooden cheapo-crap set of dominos. The view was much more worth the trip.

chrysler bldg, citigroup building
I can’t afford this view.

domino waterfront

williamsburg bridge
Billyburg Bridge

williamsburg bridge

williamsburg bridge

williamsburg bridge

empire state building

manhattan skyline

empire state building, chrysler building



Monday November 17th 2008, 8:52 pm

(October 19) Now that the developer of the Domino Sugar Refinery in Williamsburg is making nice with the community, they held an open house. I arrived to find a lot of people like myself, taking photographs, as well as many milling around, and sitting at tables, drinking wine and eating cheese that they’d brought with them. The property does have quite a view.

mexican band
I don’t think I’ve ever seen these guys on a Sunday afternoon before.

dude on stoop
There’s a lot going on behind all these closed doors.

strange graffitti
There’s a story here, I just don’t know what.

but do they love hipsters?
They love art.

passout record shop
A relic from another time.

mom & pop brooklyn store
I think I saw this place on Gothamist.

wildflowers
It’s a very colorful neighborhood.

who wants to do it?, step right up!
Very colorful.

east side of manhattan
This is what you see at the end of the entrance path.



Wednesday November 12th 2008, 4:31 pm

(October 14) I go to the Hudson Park Library twice a month, but stop just before the park next to the library, which in a nearly infinite New York sort of way, isn’t called Hudson Park, but rather the James J. Walker park. Walker himself, the man the park was named for, was an infamously corrupt mayor who actually fled the country in fear of prosecution. Naturally, a park was named in his honor.

Despite having surely seen it before, when I was last in the park about two years ago, it failed to register in my mind, and thus I was a little surprised when I noticed there was a genuine Keith Haring mural on the wall by the pool.


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