What is it about urban desolation that makes me so happy?
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Brooklyn waterfront
As I walked around the rebranded "Columbia Waterfront District" aka Red Hook, waiting for a friend for dinner, I took some pictures to pass the time.
What is it about urban desolation that makes me so happy?
What is it about urban desolation that makes me so happy?
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
WWJD?
Indeed. What would Jesus do?
Buy an SUV, of course!
then go shopping for a few tasteful collectibles...
finally, he would cozy up with a good yarn.
Buy an SUV, of course!
then go shopping for a few tasteful collectibles...
finally, he would cozy up with a good yarn.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
The squeamish need not bother
I'm moving to Brooklyn Heights in about 2 months. When I went to check out my new apartment, this poor guy was in the middle of the street...but what a beautiful color the blood is.
I realize that most people will see this and be disgusted. For that, I'm sorry.
I realize that most people will see this and be disgusted. For that, I'm sorry.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Venice of New York
The Gowanus canal continues to be one of my favorite places to wander around.
Found this completely burned out van. When I took a few pictures some guys from the nearby factory came out and looked at me suspiciously and watched me until I walked away. Hm.
Found this completely burned out van. When I took a few pictures some guys from the nearby factory came out and looked at me suspiciously and watched me until I walked away. Hm.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Harlem
While taking this picture (about a month ago), a guy walked by and said, "MmmMmm...China doll."
Sigh.
Harlem (around 135th St)
Sigh.
Harlem (around 135th St)
Monday, March 12, 2007
Hookin' it
Wandered around Red Hook yesterday. Sadly, my camera battery died so I only have a few pictures. If there was only a subway line, I would move to this neighborhood in a heartbeat.
Mosiac doorway.
Abandoned street cars.
Interior.
Mosiac doorway.
Abandoned street cars.
Interior.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Tunnel people
I've started taking pictures of people on the subway. Laws be damned! 
These women were dressed exactly alike...from red hat to black sneakers. How odd. Even though I was trying to be sneaky with my cell phone camera, check out the first class sneer just for me.
Didn't get caught this time.
These women were dressed exactly alike...from red hat to black sneakers. How odd. Even though I was trying to be sneaky with my cell phone camera, check out the first class sneer just for me.
Didn't get caught this time.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Laaadies and Gentlemennnn! Welcome to Friday Night Fiiiiiights!
I wonder if there is a streak of violence coming out in me...first rifles and now boxing. A friend of mine invited me to see some amateur boxing in a basement of a church and it sounded so seedy and wrong, I simply couldn’t resist.
It was hard for me to see someone hitting (and kicking) another person. The bloody nose or swollen eye for entertainment felt morally wrong. However, the crowd, made up of mostly white former frat boys now “professionals” probably in law or finance, wanted more blood. When there was a 5-10 second lull in the violence, I’d inevitably hear, “What are you dancing or fighting? Come ONNN!”
The most surprising aspect of that whole night was the civility in the ring. Boxers shook hands with each other after the fight and then would shake the hands of each other’s trainers. One Thai boxer did a little ritual praying while his opponent waited respectfully for him to finish. The physicality and grace of these fighters was impressive, their bodies trained for months for this one night. I’m taking an artistic anatomy class now, so I spent quite a bit of time trying to see the various muscle groups as they ducked, punched and kicked. Hello Serratus anterior and Sternocleidomastoid! (Yes, I know I’m a geek)
And how could I forget, the requisite scantily clad women who walked around the ring holding signs for the round count. One in particular walked with hips swaying, tossing her long brown hair. The men went wild. One aging frat boy kept on yelling, “Call me!! Calllll meeee!” while holding his hand to his face like a phone. Um, even if she could somehow telepathically get your number from that, she wouldn’t call you. Just a thought.
After becoming numb to the violence and done with observing the stellar crowd around me, it was actually very boring. Incredibly boring. Oh, look he got punched. Oh, and now the round is over, it's the sexy girl again, the guy's asking her to call him again, now the boxer's eye is almost swollen shut and a doctor's looking at it. Yawn. How odd that a night of violence can induce such tedium.
After a few hours, I managed to slip out into the bitterly cold night glad this little experiment was over.
I wonder if there is a streak of violence coming out in me...first rifles and now boxing. A friend of mine invited me to see some amateur boxing in a basement of a church and it sounded so seedy and wrong, I simply couldn’t resist.
It was hard for me to see someone hitting (and kicking) another person. The bloody nose or swollen eye for entertainment felt morally wrong. However, the crowd, made up of mostly white former frat boys now “professionals” probably in law or finance, wanted more blood. When there was a 5-10 second lull in the violence, I’d inevitably hear, “What are you dancing or fighting? Come ONNN!”
The most surprising aspect of that whole night was the civility in the ring. Boxers shook hands with each other after the fight and then would shake the hands of each other’s trainers. One Thai boxer did a little ritual praying while his opponent waited respectfully for him to finish. The physicality and grace of these fighters was impressive, their bodies trained for months for this one night. I’m taking an artistic anatomy class now, so I spent quite a bit of time trying to see the various muscle groups as they ducked, punched and kicked. Hello Serratus anterior and Sternocleidomastoid! (Yes, I know I’m a geek)
And how could I forget, the requisite scantily clad women who walked around the ring holding signs for the round count. One in particular walked with hips swaying, tossing her long brown hair. The men went wild. One aging frat boy kept on yelling, “Call me!! Calllll meeee!” while holding his hand to his face like a phone. Um, even if she could somehow telepathically get your number from that, she wouldn’t call you. Just a thought.
After becoming numb to the violence and done with observing the stellar crowd around me, it was actually very boring. Incredibly boring. Oh, look he got punched. Oh, and now the round is over, it's the sexy girl again, the guy's asking her to call him again, now the boxer's eye is almost swollen shut and a doctor's looking at it. Yawn. How odd that a night of violence can induce such tedium.
After a few hours, I managed to slip out into the bitterly cold night glad this little experiment was over.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Charlton Heston is my new hero
What an odd place to find a anti-gun, bleeding heart liberal from New York. But oh the strange and wonderful things we do to satisfy curiosity!
So welcome to the Charlie Elliot gun range in Maysville, Georgia.
Gun shell.
More gun shells...rusting.
Yours truly, eyeing a target down range. I've been told my form is horrible but the rifle was so heavy I couldn't really hold it up on my own and I was a little afraid of the kickback.
To be honest, it wasn't as fun or as cathartic as I thought it would be. For the first 10 minutes, I embarrassingly and uncontrollably shrieked every time a gun was fired. However, it was fun to try to get a tight pattern on the target...but after a while, the cold soaked in and my shoulder began to hurt from the kickback. I’m glad I tried it though. Next time, onto hand guns! Woohoo!
So welcome to the Charlie Elliot gun range in Maysville, Georgia.
Gun shell.
More gun shells...rusting.
Yours truly, eyeing a target down range. I've been told my form is horrible but the rifle was so heavy I couldn't really hold it up on my own and I was a little afraid of the kickback.
To be honest, it wasn't as fun or as cathartic as I thought it would be. For the first 10 minutes, I embarrassingly and uncontrollably shrieked every time a gun was fired. However, it was fun to try to get a tight pattern on the target...but after a while, the cold soaked in and my shoulder began to hurt from the kickback. I’m glad I tried it though. Next time, onto hand guns! Woohoo!
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Georgia Aquarium
Calling themselves the world's largest aquarium, the Georgia Aquarium was indeed pretty damn big. How insightful and perceptive of me.
Japanese crabs
Sea anemone
Jellyfish
Shark in a very cool ceiling tank thing.
Japanese crabs
Sea anemone
Jellyfish
Shark in a very cool ceiling tank thing.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
I Heart G.R.I.T.S.
Went down south again to visit the family in a yearly ritual of dread and obligation.
Commerce, GA. Old farm equipment.
Close up of farm equipment.
Commerce, GA. Ice crusher.
Atlanta, GA. In a Christian bookstore looking for a large print, NIV translation, red leather bound Bible for my mother. After cursing loudly and taking the Lord's name in vain numerous times while trying to find the bible, I found some annointing oil to wash away my many sins.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Commerce, GA. Old farm equipment.
Close up of farm equipment.
Commerce, GA. Ice crusher.
Atlanta, GA. In a Christian bookstore looking for a large print, NIV translation, red leather bound Bible for my mother. After cursing loudly and taking the Lord's name in vain numerous times while trying to find the bible, I found some annointing oil to wash away my many sins.
Nothing more needs to be said.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
More night pictures
Ah...Christmas in Brooklyn!
Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn.
Close up. This tasteful LED tree changed colors, sporting the traditional holiday colors of pink, blue, green, purple and white.
Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn.
Close up. This tasteful LED tree changed colors, sporting the traditional holiday colors of pink, blue, green, purple and white.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Food edition
For which we give thanks.
Wild turkey in Battery Park
Sinister butcher in Sunnyside Queens. Check out the cleaver to chop off little Bessie's head in the lower left...right after the he strangles her with his beefy arms.
And everyone knows, Thanksgiving isn't thanksgiving without the requisite can of cranberries. Thank goodness the good folks at Ocean Spray thoughtfully give us directions on how to produce a perfect can shaped log of cranberries and corn syrup.
Yum.
(And sadly, I'm not being sarcastic here. I actually love canned cranberries far more than the homemade kind ruined with additions of orange, ginger and other crap that don't belong with cranberries)
Wild turkey in Battery Park
Sinister butcher in Sunnyside Queens. Check out the cleaver to chop off little Bessie's head in the lower left...right after the he strangles her with his beefy arms.
And everyone knows, Thanksgiving isn't thanksgiving without the requisite can of cranberries. Thank goodness the good folks at Ocean Spray thoughtfully give us directions on how to produce a perfect can shaped log of cranberries and corn syrup.
Yum.
(And sadly, I'm not being sarcastic here. I actually love canned cranberries far more than the homemade kind ruined with additions of orange, ginger and other crap that don't belong with cranberries)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Williamsburg Savings Bank
I think I might be the last person to post pictures from the Open House NY event a few weeks ago...but here they are, finally.
close up of mosiac
close up of windows
Thrilling, no?
close up of mosiac
close up of windows
Thrilling, no?
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