Thursday, October 13, 2016

That's A Relief!

I'm so glad to hear that, Bethenny Frankel!

What's Small, Round, Red, And Speaks In A Whisper?

Today, from the archives: things that are red. For the answer to the question in the title, scroll to the bottom.

A hoarse radish.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Summer, 2015

These photos were taken over a year ago, then completely forgotten. 

Me, walking.

Archie, a dog.

The Empire of Light and Day

A whisk.

191st Street Subway entrance.


Broadway and Flushing Ave, Brooklyn.

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Schubert, Trio op. 100 - Andante con moto

Monday, August 08, 2016

Some Yellow Things

 These photos are a little old...

 This was when someone I know lived on Bergen Street, Brooklyn, near this bright little BMW.

 I really don't know what was being suggested on this yellow... thing...

 A cool chick seen through a speeding express train... waiting for the local.

 A snowy day in Queens, probably two winters ago. The Harris Shutter app.

The Wrong Continent

This is a world-famous address... It's No. 10 Downing Street... but in Brooklyn, NY.

Looks like they're doing some serious renovations.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

At Least It's Not A Rat

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Putting The 'Ugh' Into 'Outer Borough'

This is of course the 'ugh' in 'borough' adorning the outside wall of the Queens Public Library's HQ, in Jamaica, Queens.
Let me ramble on a bit more.
In Washington Heights a few years ago, there was a room renting service on whose business card were the unforgettable words: We Cover All Four Boroughs!
Last night, I had the unpleasant experience of walking just one and a half blocks of 42nd Street, the lower end of Times Square.  Not only was the area c r a w l i n g with uniformed cops, there must have been scores of undercovers too.
Normally that distance might take six, seven minutes to walk.  Last evening, amongst the hordes of rowdy locals and gawking tourists, I think it took 25 minutes... and we were penned in: guard rails of the crowd control/ crash barrier variety now run all along the length of 42nd Street. Was this a safety measure after what happened in Nice?  The Police Commissioner says no... but the sense of being penned in, of having nowhere to run, only added to one's tingling anxiety.

Friday, July 08, 2016

Float Like A Butterfly,

...spell like a moron? How can you screw up spelling the name of someone as famous as the late Greatest of All Time? Especially when you are painting it on a wall.

A couple of people have tried to argue with me that the spelling is not wrong, that it is somehow... not spelt wrong. But it is! That has never been, nor will it ever be, how one spells 'Ali'. 'A-L-I'. 

Monday, July 04, 2016

Heroic Moment In Central Park

An Associated Press photographer took this very unusual photo yesterday, after an 18 year-old visitor to NYC lost part of his foot after stepping on what the cops sort of concluded was an abandoned homemade firework.

Poor kid. But what a dramatic scene: it almost seemed staged in this image, the lush, deep, green forest as background, in the foreground both as barrier and terrace, the familiar granite rocks of Central Park, the dark blue uniforms, with bright blue stripes on their pants... how carefully has the artist concealed the victim's face and upper body!... The splashes of bright reds and oranges and the various poses of the EMT guys make it all seem staged and lit. Or, to quote Robert Browning! ~

"Paint must never hope to reproduce the faint 
Half-flush that dies along her throat"!

Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Train For Nieces

The Onion has published The Neu Jorker, a parody of The New Yorker magazine, and as such things go, it's rather good, all the way to the fine details, including the fake full-page ads, one of which is below, and which I thought was hilarious: 

Acela: the train for nieces. 

Tuesday, June 07, 2016

In Memory of Muhammed Ali

Saturday, June 04, 2016

At That Point, He Thought: "Should I Call A Doctor?"

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Bent By The Prisms Of Glory

Monday, May 02, 2016

Well, Flip Me! I Missed My Gosh-darn Train!

Readers of this blog may know of my great love for and abiding interest in the Hell Gate Bridge, which is 100 years old this year.

My friend Rob suggested that rather than gaze up at the mighty crossing, as I've done many times, I should take a train trip that would go over the bridge.

So I went to the Amtrak web site: I've seen the Acela crossing the Hell Gate Bridge often, so I knew that the Boston-NYC service takes that route. At I see that there is a helpful little bot, "Ask Julie | Your Virtual Assistant!"

I started talking to Julie, and aware that my railroad trip is not a simple NYC-Boston commute (and that I'm talking to a bot), I was trying to be as simple with my query as possible:

I would like to take a trip on Amtrak on the route that crosses the #%*! Gate Bridge.

Wait a minute. Didn't I just type Hell Gate Bridge?


Thursday, April 28, 2016

'Are You Insane?'

Too many ways to reply! 

What's The Point In Opening A Store Like This?

At the Last Stop Inconvenience Store, Woodlawn, The Bronx, NY.

At this store recently, I asked the assistant for a can of soda, and was rebuffed with the mind-bending reply, "we don't sell any drinks". It was like going into a shoe store and being told that they only stock shoes for left feet...

Cigars, cigarettes, hookahs — but no drinks. Snacks, candy, chips — but no cans of soda. Gum, aspirins, Imodium, alka seltzer — but no bottled soft drinks. Chocolate! Nuts, salted and unsalted! Welch's fruit snacks! Pretzels! Fluorescent things with less than 0% nutritional value! Heart-shaped confectionaries all year round! But no drinks of any kind. 

What is the point?