(August 14)
I converted all the coffee grinds in my freezer into cold-brewed iced coffee
Prior to infinity, it said July 30. It is now September 15 and it’s not done yet.
They have arrived and are hiding among us in Williamsburg.
Although the fares haven’t gone up yet, the subway is already too expensive. I predict walking is going to be on the rise.
Someone was in too much of a hurry though.
I decided to walk from the Financial District to the West Village to save $2
But I suddenly found myself at the library with only these.
It seems that as of late 2008 Y2K has finally arrived, and it had nothing to do with poor computer programming practice.
MTA FAIL. Not only does water flow in unimpeded from the street, the ceiling leaks 3 feet away. It’s been like this for years.
MTA FAIL2. They were at the edge of the street when I arrived. Three hours later, this crew of at least 10 workers, and 2 MTA police had 30 feet of blacktop to show for themselves. This may be one reason why the MTA is more in the red than some countries spend in a year.
The gardens on High St. look more than a bit less impressive than last year.
This place was sold about six years ago, and has been continually screwed with ever since. Six years of construction.
This is what a private bailout loan looks like. It ain’t pretty, really.
The Union St. sign weirdness continues.
“Annie’s Garden”, one of the many (apparently) “Gardens of Union”.
(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.
By all that’s going up, you’d never know that everything’s going to hell.
And lots of other stuff is coming down to make way for more.
More Bisphenol A than you can shake a stick at.
What is The Secret Behind the Door?
This place made me think of Whatah.
The neighborhood buildings are covered in artwork
Something was going on behind this door as well.
Whatever it was, it did not escape Bette Davis’s eyes.
Construction and life both go on.
This is even pervy-er than his subway ad.
This is the kind of Nine Eleven false patriotism we could all live without.