Sunset Over Jamaica Bay (Taken with Instagram at Marine Parkway - Gil Hodges Memorial Bridge)
End of Shift (Taken with Instagram at Cafe Kachkar)
Between the cement floors, high ceilings, and assuredly old architecture/infrastructure, I guarantee you’d always be cold. Plus, there don’t appear to be enough power outlets.
I’d kill everyone I’ve ever loved for this kitchen.
Guests found the chimney’s expression unsettling, though Roger insisted upon its benevolence. This turned out to be his undoing.
(Photo: Mark Mahaney; Dwell)
Joseph Remnant does Harvey Pekar. (Taken with Instagram at Strand Book Store)
That’s my book he’s inscribing!
Pulp.
“Recently, church officials stoked the ire of Russian liberals by seeking the imprisonment of members of a female punk rock group who held an impromptu concert inside Moscow’s main cathedral in February to protest the church’s political ties. Three members of the group are now in jail awaiting trial.” —
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/06/world/europe/in-russia-a-watch-vanishes-up-orthodox-leaders-sleeve.html
Punks not dead?
Seeing this show two nights in a row next week in NYC. CAN’T WAIT CAN’T WAIT CAN’T WAIT!!!
The Wedding Present just played Seamonsters in its entirety (Taken with Instagram at The Iron Bear)
I love the smooth sounds of audible silence.
Eyeglasses clinking is the new champagne glasses clinking.
Last night, I went to see a presentation with Werner Herzog, my favorite documentarian, at the New York Public Library. As I stood in the vestibule answering emails and waiting for my friend to show up with the tickets, I noticed that the crowd looked decidedly un-midtown Manhattan. In fact, they looked very South Brooklyn. My friend approached me wearing almost the same thing as I was, skinny jeans, boots, plaid shirt, vintage glasses, canvas shoulder bag. Side kiss and our glasses clinked. We found our seats, and I started to people watch. Almost everyone looked like someone I’d be friends with. Lots of drapey coats, short bangs, and beards.
After the show, we had a really pleasant conversation with a retired couple who had sat behind us. It seemed, even in this enormous city, even outside of our home borough, Herzog brought together people of a similar thread. Despite the fact that the 5 of us (myself, two friends, and these strangers) being from 5 different states, we had a shared jumping off point, a common set of interests and values. I find this whole concept exceedingly comforting and reassuring.
I once had a roommate from LA who found it highly offensive that I reveled so much in Brooklyn and the fact that so many people living together had so much in common. She found it an affront to diversity. I also find that diversity is important, and it’s something I don’t worry about too much in NYC, but I wonder if the fact that I grew up in a small town where everyone was very similar in life and thought and deed and also the polar opposites of myself and my family makes me appreciate so much more living among kindred spirits. Perhaps her growing up in a large liberal city made her take for granted that there would always be at least someone who would agree with her point of view or have a similar set of values. I did not know that that could be the case until my mid-20s. At any rate, I find it hugely gratifying and uplifting to be surrounded by strangers with whom I know I could find a common ground.
Also, the Herzog talk was mind-blowing and inspired lots of discussion and thought. So much that I might not bother with a blog entry about it. He’s just too charming to describe.