Astroland Not Dead Yet

Last shots of Astroland? Maybe not.

So the world got a little less fun last weekend. Except now, Mayor Mikey is trying to negotiate another year-long extension… and then rezoning? It still stinks of inevitability… like in those Hollywood rescue movies where the trapped survivors wonder if it’s worth trying to stay alive, and the scriptwriters in their infinite sense of lesson-giving fatalism have a bunch more people die before the end anyway.

Have you ever had a housefly infestation? Maybe your cat left a dead mouse behind a desk. Maybe something died in your basement and/or your landlord knocked a hole in a wall to mess with the plumbing. Not fun at all.  Well, Thor Equities knocked a hole in the universe to mess with all the fun plumbing and now all the house Disneys are flying in. Fly paper works pretty good on all that stuff.

Back in Gold

Hudson River sunset, spring
Golden Brown, texture like sun

This blog was down all day as I have one of the “cheap hosts.” That’s all I’ll say about it except that I’m glad it’s back as I was wanting to blog all day– except now that I had to be uppity with the tech support and I’m not going to blog about that, I’ve lost the essay steam.

I saw Teenage Jesus and the Jerks last week and Lydia Lunch blew my mind. I hung out with her and Cesar in New Orleans for a day or two in the early 90s. At that time, Lydia was a retired no wave punk and a poet. Holy hell. She hated New York then and I really don’t think there are words to describe what she feels about New York now.

I went to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. It was fun but the buttloads of tourists, the millions of muscle cars and classic cars, the billions of digital camera shot putt clicks, have placed it on a new plane. Development is coming. I want them to tear down the block on Beach Blvd with all the furniture stores and put the shopping mall there. Keep most of the cool Coney.

My nephew is in Ghana and my brother sent some emails that have been coming back. Almost half of one letter was about his iPod and how he could recharge it.

I can feel a more substantial blog with many links and feigned outrage coming soon…

Coney Island Tacos

wonderwheel sign closeup
Shoot the freak on the cell phone
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.