Another thinking tour. My return to the Brooklyn Bridge. Didn’t come up with any good ideas.
This journey began in Chinatown, on Canal St.
While talking to Tony, I ran into this metaphor for our financial system
Sushi, Blimpie, Pizza, and Pasta. Ohhhh kay!
Thanks to the Empire State Building, it’s a little different every time I’m here.
I wandered back down Smith St., past this illusion
And then along Carroll, back to pseudoreal headquarters.
(December 3) This week, helped a friend move, saw Dorkbot.
The MTA is broken. Very very broken.
It’s not really showing slides.
Which more or less boils down to….
Next to the junk truck, we have the cheeky booty.
I love the cobblestone streets.
(October 19) Those showing up today got a free wooden cheapo-crap set of dominos. The view was much more worth the trip.