Brian Lehrer and WNYC were supposed to keep track of derelict construction projects but I can’t locate any of those resources.
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Places I Would Never Work
- a slaughterhouse or packing plant
- any government building as a janitor
- a bomb or gun making factory
- a heroin or coke lab
- restaurant that wasn’t vegetarian/vegan
- a dog track
- late-night chicken dude on Sixth Ave. well, any kind of chicken dude.
If you have a job in any other place, I want to hear from you!
Where the Ships Used To Come In
No Attention
I got a little more sad after I talked to people who were sad that they weren’t more sad.
Mobile Posting Is Up
My first post from my phone. I’m down in battery park. Now I just have to figure out how to add pictures. There must be an easier way…
Blog But Not Blahgotten
Putting another Marble Cemetary picture out. I’ll be back soon.
This Walkway Could Use a Drinking Fountain
I remember being really thirsty here. More tunnels… I’m going to make a flyer out of this picture.
Velvet Green
Little did I know that sculpting a park includes fencing in the railroad vents and struggling bushes.
Night Cleans the Day
Sunrises are clean because night washes all the shit out of the air that makes sunsets pink and orange and chimney red.
Accidents Will Happen
I went out to shoot some night photos over the weekend and heard a bizarre crashing noise– not exactly the screeching of tires and crunching of metal on metal. (4:30 am is good because you can set up a tripod in unusual places and usually not arouse much attention.) Anyway, I kept shooting until I heard sirens and I finally went down to the parkway to gawk since I saw that the police had blockaded the entire northbound side and I could see people getting out of their cars to see how long it would be before they could be on their merry way. Admittedly, it was a little bit of a scene with some cars blasting hip hop and house music while they waited. Cars with lots of boys in them flirted with the cars with lots of girls in them.
The auto in question had somehow gone off the road and into the trees on the right. The roof of the car was ripped open and lying like a TV dinner tray over the hood. The back half along with the back seats was broken off from the front half. The chassis had snapped. It was a mess. Firemen were at the ready with a hose in case it caught fire. Just as I arrived, the paramedics were pulling the driver from behind an air bag. He appeared to be conscious and more or less okay, possibly some leg and rib fractures. I heard a cop say that a passenger in the car had “walked away.” Accidents happen and miracles do as well. It was probably two hours before a tow truck was able to get the car out of the trees and the police opened a single lane to traffic.
Everything Will Be Scrutinized
I hate that.
Thanks for the Rock
For the record, I’m taking a break. I didn’t have a fight with Bill.