Degassing the doldrums

I've never flown before Halloween eve, 2003. I flew to Seattle for a conference. Met a pair of old fishing buddies who're both originally from out east, Flanders, Long Island.









I've been told that street-art is nearly absent form certain cities, though it must depend on the neighborhoods and their openness to such forms of urban art. You won't find ecstatic peanuts in Mid-town. PROVE ME WRONG!

Aerosol ideology

"The sun is setting on Cold War ideologies."

Volcanic aerosols continue to provide us with spectacular colors during twilight.

vindicate your losses

sewn back two years



















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Some of my favorite things

support LOCAL BUSINESSES


Located just before the Ponquogue Bridge (Ponquogue meanings "a level country" in the Shinnecock's language) to the ocean beaches in Hampton Bays, NY, Cor-J seafood brings to the regular and newbie patron a vast array of marine bounty, from imported fish (red snapper, chilean sea bass) to the local, seasonal fish caught off of the southshore of Long Island (blue fish are in) and regularly stocked tanks of lobster, crab and mollusks. The prices are pretty good, and you can have a whole fish filleted and cleaned anyway you like it. Keep the fish's head for seafood stock, i.e. soups.


In March, I had the pleasure of picking up two great flounders caught EARLIER THAT DAY. It isn't a surprise that a great smoker-of-fish (Acme Smoked Fish) buys Cor-Js' fish wholesale.


In late March, a miracle occurred: growler re-fills in Greenpoint at Brouwerij Lane. Regular beers here include Jever pilsner, Gaffel kölsch, Gösser lager and Gruut Belgian amber, all at a reasonable $10/growler. Think: hard to find imported beers through clean taps. You essentially get a pint for free with a growler.



Mr. Raven filled a growler. He's a tall man, Mr. Raven, and the 64 oz. bottle doesn't look that big in his hand. Bless Mr. Raven.