A new page that finds a home for all the Bloomberg for Mayor ephemera we’ve been getting:
You can also follow the timeline of third term-related blog posts on the right column of the page . . .
Shut out of the 1 p.m. ferry to Governors Island because of the 2009 Jazz Age Lawn Party, we wandered around Lower Manhattan, wondering what to do. First went over towards The Battery and Pier A, which they seem no closer to renovating, except for some fancy signage:
So we decided to take the IKEA Express Water Taxi to Red Hook:
There’s the new Erie Basin Park there:
Truthfully, Red Hook was a little hot that day (83 degrees, 77 percent humidity), so we returned home via the B61.
In Greenpoint, a word of warning, and some good advice in general:
Not that we’re in the market for a new mattress or anything, but good to know . . .
Spring around the city:
Stuyvesant Street, East Village, Manhattan, April 6, 2009:
Wien Walk, Central Park, Manhattan, April 17, 2009:
Park Avenue Malls, Upper East Side, Manhattan, April 20, 2009:
Outside The Arsenal, Central Park, Manhattan, April 30, 2009:
Taxis are so ubiquitous and, like trash, you can drive yourself crazy taking pictures of them, if that’s all you’re looking for. But it’s not every day that you see an old Checker Cab:
This one was waiting on the corner of 57th and Lexington this afternoon across the street from some stupid film/television shoot — you know, the kind that you try not to notice on principle (this appeared to be several women dressed in furs in a shop window). I don’t know if the cab was related, but it was obviously one of those film prop sort of cabs . . .
I don’t know why I think Employees Must Wash Hands signs are funny, but they are. Two new ones from this weekend — Pearl Oyster Bar and Hi-Life Restaurant & Lounge:
Before it occurred to me to start taking pictures of “Employees . . .” signs, I remember a couple of creative signs — What Bar, owned by freshman State Senator Daniel Squadron, had a good one, if memory serves and Ten63, an early coffee shop in Long Island City (the cafe’s name has been co-opted by a condo development that replaced the building), had a creative one that used claim tickets, again, if I remember correctly. There’s also a whole blog devoted to the signs.
Some like to intellectualize their street art, but for me, I prefer my graffiti dumb and ugly:
There is a little “scratchiti” in there, too. I can’t tell which is worse — the acid cream graffiti that etches tags into the subway window or the furtive scribbling of scratchiti. Who knows? They are both beautiful. The MTA has been dealing with it for several years now, and it’s still around. If only Banksy could combine scratchti and acid etching in an aesthetically cool way then I might stop being such a fuddy duddy about it.
Such perfectly formed snowflakes falling late at night last weekend. You think, “Wow, wouldn’t it be neat to get a picture of one?” Meanwhile, God says, “Silly mortal, you believe you can reduce God’s Great Creation to a mere curiosity of winter? Who are you, mere moral, thinking you can simply point-and-shoot God’s Great Creation?” And the answer is, surely not I . . . neither with a flash:
Nor without a flash:
