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!

Brilliance after the storm

The aftermath of the epic battle with the snowstorm to end all snowstorms? An azure sky, with wisps of white clouds above the strewn bodies of snowmen and Dept. of Sanitation workers. Magnificent.

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



















Vvvvv| IGNORE PARAGRAPH THREE |vvvvV

mausoleum

Never give up.


Always be prepared for anything, from anybody.



Venerate authority.

Calm after the storm

just in case y'all missed the amazing skies the other day in NYC

Good morning, CURTIS (25 March 2009)

when you pretend to be an insomniac, you wind up seeing the sun rise on an empty stomach. this is a signal for you to either go to sleep or take some more uppers. or, in this case, get out the camera and head up to the roof; the cold air is really refreshing, but only for a short period of time. I look at the "high rises" pic and think of the end of Fight Club, though there isn't much sense in actually going through with parking vans of explosives in the basement parking garages. I'm hoping a lot more of the high rise condos will wind up as affordable housing units, banking on my prediction that sales of "luxury units" will be next to nil. And if you really want to own a Hummer and park it in the basement of your high rise in Brooklyn, please just move to LA.


St. Ann's (east-view)


high rises (west-view)


corner (north-view)


CURTIS

sprunging spring

most of it's gone.


hopefully for the last time.

Hungover on the westside piers

Ten years ago, on this day, I puked my guts up for the first time do to excessive alcohol consumption.

Not really, but man, I need to get to another beerfest.

Autumn cleaning

Deterring rain, a mentor who renigs, revealing documentaries and tantric lessons. Humidity lingers in the middle of September. I'm trying to ignore the negative premonitions.

rural Hudson Highlands

A bit of a change from the discussion of squalid apartments.

The road leads back to the NJ/NY border, and goes right into Wawayanda State Park from the southeastern edge of NY state.

21_IV

0346: dreamt about owning a bus and driving around to pick up all the fine ladies i've ever met



0908: urine smells awful, has a bright yellow color



1030: apple tastes like cardboard. forget about eating



1330: return from JC, water-pressure is low, slowly diminishes to nothing. Call ****



1533: water came back on, lights still on, iced-coffee still available

village at dusk

From four posts ago (harbingers: the gentrification of Greenwich Village) retorts the flâneur's dusk walk.