Sunday. (May 30) Where else would I be?
We missed the turnoff for the Queensborough Bridge, and ended up going through the Midtown Tunnel after paying a delightfully outrageous toll.
“Apparently it’s all the same song.” – Pete
I’m not feeling this like I used to, but I go because Pete wants to, and I need to escape every now and then.
I walk down here a lot, even when I don’t have a train to catch.
Among other things, I like to reassure myself I can escape suburbia.
The next day it was off to the park.
Failure of what was recently the most profitable restaurant in the United States.
They weren’t bad, if I recall correctly.
Unlike most days, it wasn’t crowded.
(May 26-28) Leaving the Living Sculptures behind, unplanned visit to the data center, more evening errands..
The soon to be extinct payphone
Vitaliy toiling away at the Pilocenter
The tree-lined streets of Brooklyn
I’ve been out of the house twice this week, and yet there’s new photos…
Happy Inauguration Day, Mister President,…
He seems to be here all the time, must be profitable.
It’s not safe for mice in this apartment.
Everyone in the room owns a Macbook except me.
(September 7) I was determined to make it to the HOWL Festival this year. It was only a token appearance, but I made it.
Waiting for the F from Brooklyn to the East Village, I noticed we’ve got a higher grade of graffitti artist in the neighborhood
Along with some random doodling
You know you’re in the East Village when the local entertainment includes “Cannibal! The Musical”, and “Poultrygeist”
Right about now, would be really good.
It’s very Tompkins Sq. Park, yes.
He plays it well, whatever it is.