This is at the bottom of an abandoned stairwell in a working NYC hospital. For more totally cool abandoned stuff, click here. (h/t Georgia)
Bonus self portrait in same space…
Category: Photography
Under the Parkway Parkway
It’s photo post yall.
Fuzzy White Caterpillar Strives for Something Better
I’m digging having the wide space. I’ll post something more substantive eventually.
Street Machines, Street Keepers
They’ve been repairing the streets uptown at night. The other night a hole by my house was smoking like Krakatoa. Thanks to all who keep the infrastructure of NYC going!
Saw Me in a Mag
More photos of the 200 Guitars debacle over at Prefix Magazine. I’m in two of them with the rain hair. It wasn’t really a debacle, just sort of a big disappointment. It would’ve been a debacle if we all started playing and got electrocuted. I wish I had a socialized more during the rehearsals but I wasn’t in the greatest of moods. Anyway, Rhys Chatham said he’d try to re-stage it next year.
The photos were taken by my friend, Gabi Porter, who further inspired my photographic tendencies. She sold one of her Iggy Pop prints for $600 (I think).
Wordless Photo Dump
I meant to blog about these photos at one time or another. Not anymore. Enjoy.
14th Street Items
Just Passing Through
wake up and see blue
Pull the race car drivers out before they can throw the first pitch.
OH HEY. This Recording nails Françoise Hardy.
Leepys
Leepy’s vs. lamp post vs. traffic light
Coney Island Tacos
Shoot the freak on the cell phone
Please avoid the clams and hot dogs and have tacos from Doña Zita. So yeah, the temperature went up 20 degrees in one day and my friend twisted my arm to go to Coney Island. I can’t believe they’re just going to wipe most of it away for Las Vegas/Disney glitz. I’m still not sure what role Coney Island Beer is playing in the drama.
Update: An interesting Times story here.
Upstate New York Road Trip Notes, etc
Only in barns
I got back on Tuesday night from upstate New York. We got as far as Lake George. My two cents are: It’s a beautiful place, however, it wasn’t all salt water taffy and shelling peanuts. No, no, no. My car Fyyffer, while not pouring out much white smoke anymore or leaking power steering fluid, is now leaking transmission fluid like a colander. It’s chugging about a third of a bottle every time I drive her. Calling on AAMCO® soon. (Just FYI, we spent about $85 on gas.) The other real bummer that happened was I fell down in the mud while it was pouring rain and we were setting up the DJ equipment in the reception barn. No chance of hitting on the catering staff after that.
The next day, we “took the cure” at the mineral baths at Saratoga Springs. S joked that the girl at the counter was the same girl from the 1930s when the place opened — some sort of mineral bath vampire. She didn’t even have to change her dress. Anyway, the water is a rust-brown color and effervescent and tastes like Alka-Seltzer®. Despite my snarks, it was very relaxing. I noticed later that my pee smelled a lot weirder than after asparagus so the osmosis really works somehow. Incidentally, “taking the cure,” used to be a euphemism for drying out or rehab but in quotes, I guess it means “something else.”
My friend is actually writing about the rest of the trip for the New York Post and I’ll be submitting photos (not that any will be published) so I’ll link to it when it’s time.
We visited Bill and family in Oak Hill where there will be a massive bluegrass festival in mid-July. I’m planning on going.
For my NYC friends, Friday night will be the last Soul Clinic at the Ding Dong Lounge. Be there!
Politics aside: Congrats to Obama. As Atrios notes, hardly anyone mentions the Iraq War when waxing stupid about why Clinton lost. No antiwar vote, no candidate Obama.
TomDispatch posts about a wacky new $80 billion Cyberwar program that would “allow the Air Force to fry any computer on Earth.” Crime doesn’t pay… unless you’re a politician or a military consultant.
California Wildflowers, Point Reyes
Selected Selections from your amateur photographer…
I hope everyone’s having a nice Memorial Day weekend. My birthday is around now and it’s always a good time.
The blogosphere knows but maybe you don’t — Emily Gould, late of Gawker, has a long yarn up at the New York Times about the dangers of putting too much of your private life in a blog. This is exactly why I don’t… On the other hand, she did it. She’s a respected professional writer now which is not easy no matter how you slice it.