(Nov 7) Some of the earliest posts here got accidentally lost, but at this point, p s e u d o r e a l crossed the decade line some time ago. The template used here and some points of site style bear the distinct marks of 2003. Late 2003 had the feeling of impending change. Late 2013 feels much the same to me. Not quite as much, but it’s there. I don’t think this site is going to change much. It’s part chronicle, part hobby, part excuse, and finally, though there’s probably not much here that qualifies as art, as a whole, the site is at some level, a long-running art project.
I visited the infamous phallically named rat hole where a glorious train station used to be.
We got the first snow of the season
Is an early snow a sign of things to come?
(Oct 8) Starts and fits. Lots of negativity from friends. Yay autumn.
My grandmother grew these. I can’t remember the name of it.
The road to the dead is closed
There’s always construction going on here
(Jul 10) I re-walked Blue Point Road. I quickly lost interest in it however.
Good for camping or breaking bad
I suppose there’s a story behind this
Please stay tuned for an important message
I remember driving around construction sites with my grandmother as a kid, looking for rocks for a wall
These scourge got what they deserve
(May 25) This puts pseudoreal within two and a half months of real time.
(Dec 14) The Port Jefferson Dickens Festival was afoot. Those who wanted to look good went to see Nan for costumes.
December around here, starts with the Dickens Festival.
What are those adults asking for for Christmas? Mortage payments?
The tax collector’s office, now the Long Island Music Hall of Fame
of which there’s more than one among us
To Pete, this is called inventory.