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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.
At one corner of my desk
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.
My gesture toward the holiday.
Port Jefferson Village
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.
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(Jun 15) Perhaps the last NYLUG meeting has been held. The High Line has been extended. There’s still bits of it lying around all over.
Possibly the last NYLUG meeting
In the distance, that building whose name I can’t remember
Robert Moses had a name for this, he called it
And bits of wire and buckets of construction remains in various places
There it is again
Viza couldn’t believe I looked down and saw this.
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(September 5) The purpose of the journey to West Sayville was Bradstock, a festival that originated in nearby Blue Point, and has wandered a bit around Long Island before settling in my old hometown of West Sayville.
Crafts
Kids, and Hula Hoops
Pete and Lisa
And lots and lots of people. This is the first year they sold out.
There was beer. And not shit beer. Louis and Viza would have approved.
Pete bought us some peace sign pins from the hippies.
A number of people were flying kites. I understand this is traditional.
The Great South Bay. I used to spend all my time on the north shore though. Go figure.
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(June 26) Viza and I went to a presentation at the Marriott Marquis, and then afterward to cleanse ourselves of Times Square, we walked over to the High Line. I like the park, but it seems to me the view is more interesting than the park itself. I’m not sure if that’s what they intended or not.
You can still (barely) see the tracks
In 2010, it’s hard to imagine locomotives several stories overhead
Mr. Trains
New Jersey. You don’t want to go there. Nobody does.
I wonder what it costs to live in those apartments
While we were there, I counted dozens of cars, mostly cabs, running the stop sign.
The ExhibitionistStandard Hotel is built above the High Line and offers parkgoers a free peep show.
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(September 11) For this year’s Tribute In Light, I decided to go to the Brooklyn Bridge. I probably should have gone further north, but Viza met me there and we ended up having one of those only in New York encounters with two girls that borrowed my tripod. Without further comment…
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