Thursday, December 29, 2005

middle of the rock


amidst skyscraper national park
(aka the Kurt Vonnegut National Concrete Reserve)

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Straphangers Unite

The V train makes me proud


Mind the Gap


The signposts of my daily commute

According to the New York City Transit Rules of Conduct Section 1050.9: "Photography, filming or video recording in any facility or conveyance is permitted except that ancillary equipment such as lights, reflectors or tripods may not be used...." Take that, undercover transit cops!

I am not a number...

Number Six

Patrick McGoohan's undeniable greatness invariably stems from the fact that he was born in my neighborhood. Maybe even down the street from here. Maybe "the village" is in actuality Astoria.

The Prisoner on the Beach

In that case the floaty roving menacing bubblie is clearly a metaphor for the N train: slow and deadly. In this artful metaphor, kabob dude on Broadway is Number Two. This is because he fights the evil hunger. Who is Number One?

MCGOOHAN!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

I've been diagnosed with a braincloud

Looking Down 6th Ave

The office is a supersleepy place.

Some things are not gag-worthy

meeeeeeow
Sleepy. Like PhoebeCat. She enjoys exposing her soft fluffy underbelly to would-be predators.


Smelly Cat