(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.
Nobody Expects The Surprise Haring!
(September 3) The parts of my life that generally go off without a hitch are those whose dates and times are well established long in advance. Primarily these are Python workshops and Dorkbot meetings. This month they were on consecutive days.
One of the presenters is a shape-shifter.
After Dorkbot, I finally got a replacement shot for an image I’d put into masthead image rotation. I liked the original shot, but I’d taken it from the wrong angle, and it had a fuzziness that I grew not to care for.
Cue the Burt Bacharach, hurricane season is in full swing.
Speaking of rain…