0 comments Sunday, April 22, 2012

Recently in Brooklyn a few of the B,Q subway stations were refurbished.  Complete with new art work.  Kings Highway stop particularity caught my eye.  

2 comments Wednesday, April 11, 2012



1 comments Saturday, March 31, 2012

On my subway ride home last night I finished reading this book:

Then walking from the subway to my apartment I found this lying on the ground.


So... this is going to be my next read:


Of course I have already read The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. What I'm saying is that I want to find an one-hundred dollar bill on the ground. Get it?

(Please leave a comment if you did.)

2 comments Tuesday, July 12, 2011





1 comments Monday, July 4, 2011

Q: What are the two best things to come from England?
A: The Beatles and America



The Big Rock Candy Mountains

On a summer day in the month of May,
A burly little bum come a-hikin',
He was tavelin' down the lonesome road,
A-lookin' for his likin'
He was headed for a land that's far away,
'I'll see you all, this comin' fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mounains.'

In The Big rock Candy Mountians
You never change your socks,
And the little streams of alkyhol
Come a-tricklin' down the rocks.
Where the shacks all have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind,

There's a lake of stew, and whiskey, too,
And you can paddle all around'em in your big canoe,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountians

Chorus
O. . . The. . . buzzin' of the bees
In the cigarette trees,
Round the sodawater fountains,
Near the Lemonade springs,
Where the whangdoodle sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes,
And you sleep out every night.
Where the box cars are all empty
And the sun shines every day,
O I'm bound to go, where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin,
And you can bust right out again
As soon as they put you in.
The farmer's trees are full of fruit,
The barns are full of hay,
I'm goin' to stay where you sleep all day,
Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

-Anonymous C.1885

0 comments Friday, June 24, 2011

"And God created great whales"
Genesis.

Let it been known to all principalities, kingdoms, and nations– to all men, women, and children–that I have accomplished a most horrific feat. A feat that most men either lie and say they have championed that beast, or feign interest to attempt. For you see– I have been swayed up to the top of the mast in the hempen basket. I have spotted the spout three points off the weather bow. I swear before this court that on the eighteenth of June in the year of our Lord two-thousand-eleven I did indeed finish reading Moby-Dick or The Whale.

Mr. Melville I awe.

"...Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, The Watery, the Unshored; therefore, to the death-longing eyes of such men, who still have left in them some interior compunctions against suicide, does the all-contributed and all-receptive ocean alluringly spread forth his whole plain of unimaginable, taking terrors, and wonderful, new-life adventures; and from the hearts of infinite Pacific, the thousand mermaids sing to them–"come hither, brokenhearted; here is another life without the guilt of intermediate death; here are the wonders supernatural, without dying for them. Come hither! bury thyself in a life which, to your now equally abhorred and abhorring, landed world, is more oblivious than death. Comber hither! put up thy gravestone, too, within the church yard, and come hither! till we marry thee!"
Hearkening to these voices, East and West, by early sunrise, and by fall of eve, the blacksmith's soul responded, Aye, I come! And so Perth went a-whaling."

-Chapter CXII. The Blacksmith

0 comments Friday, June 17, 2011

The high line in New York City has expanded. This elevated park use to be an elevated railway making deliveries to businesses along the Hudson River. No longer used, the tracks sat fallow. Then some rich people donated a lot of money and the public benefited with an amazing new place to perambulate. It's been open for over a year now... but just last week they expanded it further up the track. Here a some pictures from and of the recently opened areas.