
Why do these plants produce flowers when they have their whole fern plop it over there schtick? The answer is probably on wikipedia.
I play rochambeau with ghosts, take photos of space, and ride my bike in the bus lane.

Why do these plants produce flowers when they have their whole fern plop it over there schtick? The answer is probably on wikipedia.

And the reason is: taller is better on the internet.

Windows are the window to the playground usually but sometimes they show inferno.


The top one is the broken muffler on my car named Fyyffer and the bottom one is a drainpipe on the Brooklyn Bridge.

He got the view of the river and I didn’t.

I posted a similar photo to facebook and it didn’t quite capture the feeling.
Meanwhile, yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the internet. The very first message sent over the internet was “lo” and then “login.” I joined the internet in 1993 right after my wife left me. I was only one in my family to have a public email address and a 2400 baud modem.
I’ve been fighting (sort of) with Verizon all week about my crappy internet connection. They’re sending me a new modem.

If you have a job in any other place, I want to hear from you!

This flagpole should be about 20 feet higher unless it’s really a lightning rod.
I was looking at other WordPress themes so watch out! We could have a new look pretty soon although I’m fond of the water. I might just figure out the coding tricks and incorporate it.
Contortionists are from Mars:
Rockers are from Venus:

I forgot to mention this on the blog although I tweeted it. The apartment next door to mine was on fire and when I took this photo, I had no idea that the fire was on my floor let alone next door to me. Soon after I took the photo I heard a lot of banging next door and then a few minutes later there were firemen in my apartment checking my walls for fire inside. I never smelled any smoke… the wind was blowing the wrong way or something. My cat freaked out.
The tenant’s brother showed up at the apartment next day to recover stuff and I got the story. Something was burning on the stove and whatever it was caught fire and then lit up a kitchen wall. A passerby saw smoke coming out of the window on Broadway and called 911. It could’ve been a LOT worse. So the ceiling was completely black and it stank like burnt plaster and plastic. A cat was inside while all this happened and she is fine.
Over the next few weeks and a lot of new sheetrock later, there are already new tenants in there making new neighbor sounds.
PS: The best collection of photos on the L.A. fires is at boston.com.

What recession? We’ve got egg-digesters!

This town needs more bike racks. Sometimes finding a place to lock up is like trying to find a mustache on a turtle. I plan to request more on 14th Street and at least one by my post office and favorite market.

This $10 Westclox wall clock has a tick-tock from hell so I’m going to have to rip out the second hand.
Update: I took the second hand out and it barely had any effect on the tick tock noise. Considering a note of censure.