They’re tearing the street up, it’s going to be closed for two years. I suppose by government standards, that’s pretty snappy.
Scary-looking infrastructure.
There are a lot of mosaics underground, many are very themed and elaborate.
After reading that Keith Haring’s former collaborator altered the Haring memorial mural, I realized that there is a Keith Haring memorial mural, and that I should go take some photos. Apparently it’s only going to be there until around the end of 2008.
The “original re-creation” can be seen here.
Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. This must mean it’s my annual trek to Kohl’s for the menswear sale.
Mural in the Bronx.
Twilight in the West Village.
The stuff new photoblog mastheads are made from.
Passing the toxic canal.
View from the canal end of my block.
Black is so green.
LIRR service replaced by buses until September. Bleh.
Advice from the Hipster sages of Willamsburg.
That ladies and gentlemen, is the face of a serial killer.
Then up in the Bronx, further proof that spam is everywhere.
On a 4.2 mile journey through Williamsburg, Bed Stuy, and Bushwick, the Williamsburg Bridge spoke to me.
Viza, Joe and I went to a free concert at the Winter Garden.
Dorit Chrysler played the Theremin.
Ulrich Schnauss.
Right after this, I shaved. It didn’t make me look any better really.
Dorkbot is one of my favorite things to go to. Nobody knows me there;
it’s all fun and no work when you’re on the audience side of the podium.
His heart beats, you see it in realtime.
You can watch him use the various parts of his brain too.
Yes, Pete has a cup of black coffee in one hand, and a lit cigar in the other, and he’s rollerblading in Central Park.
(he’s wearing the same shirt as last time too)
Back on Smith St. in Brooklyn, they let some kids decorate the boards used to conceal a construction site. They should do this more often.
Back to Central Park, Pete leads the newbies through the AIDS walk after-crowd.
The cops eventually made them clear out. Surprised?
Finally it was off to visit Josh at the Harold & Kumar Frat House.
I CAN HAZ.
