(Apr 27) It is now undeniably spring. And it becomes time to ponder the reasons why I am still here.
Though I still have not seen it all
I wonder how many times people have walked past this sign.
This will now always look the same, every time.
Beer. The cause of, and worsener of problems.
(Apr 18) Nothing is happening. Like, nothing.
This is something everyone with a dog understands
Nail clipping continues to plague the subway
I like these blurry, artsy things
(Oct 20) If you knew me, you’d think I’d have been here already, or that I’d have gone with Viza. You’d be wrong on both counts. On this particular Sunday afternoon though, I went to the NYC Transit Museum with Preed.
It starts with the story of digging
Preed tried his hand at manual labor
Today’s Game: “Where’s Tesla?”
I’ve never actually seen one of these for reals before
Stupid people? Ironic? Perhaps just well-trained.
Wrigley’s spells an ad that wouldn’t pass standards and practices today
It’s amazing how long they stuck with wicker seats
Paul seemed deeply interested in these
(December 8) I have to be up at an ungodly hour to be in the Bronx at 9am.
This cherry-picker is used to paint the elevated subway lines.
It is covered in splatter of many colors.