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Monthly Archives: April 2010

New Film Photos

Some stuff from this week’s adventures with the Minolta Maxxum 7000

remind me

Remind me to finish that story I started in 2006, dreamed about last night, and researched today. Crazy how a night’s dream can rule your day.

anything?

Up too late. Posting. From supercomputer cell phone. Trying to remember what makes me happy. Was there anything ? Activity. Motion . Sleeping on phone books tonight.

GOT IT!

Rotary Dial Payphone, in a booth with a closing door. Island of Manhattan. April 24, 2010. Rotary Dial Payphone, Manhattan. April 24, 2010

Parc Lincoln, 2010

Yesterday I unwittingly ended up in the neighborhood of the Parc Lincoln Hotel on West 75th Street in Manhattan, that fabled hell-hole which was my first New York City residence. I make no pilgrimages to the Parc Lincoln but, despite the dismal memories I have of the place, I have no reason to avoid it [...]

Virtuoso

I found you in that gray yard, politely brimming, policing the clearings in a stranger’s house. Listening to the radio you wanted to intercept the meaning of what was heard, the anthill-like spaces, deep, filled by the chatter of announcers, and you saw the sound fade, its colors hung. A hidden doorway threw itself open. [...]

The Balls of My Eyes

I spent all day crying. Sitting here, on this spot, tears pouring from my face onto the desk. At about 1:30pm I said “Person, you gotta go to an emergency room.” I woke up with a thing in my eye. It felt like dirt, or an eyelash, or any of the other residues planted on [...]

Whisperblurt

Do you ever whisperblurt to yourself “Oh, I love this!” ? I do, and this weekend I kept track: Nocturnes in the morning Lynette Roberts Fannie Bloomfield-Zeisler playing Chopin Me playing Brahms-Händel Variations #4, 24, & 25, and the fugue The stone bench at the northwest corner of Socrates Sculpture Park Those extra-long MTA buses [...]

New Hampshire Family, 1950s

Between November, 2009; and February, 2010; I scanned a bag full of old pictures from a 1950s New Hampshire family. It has only been 2 months since I finished the job but I already forgot I did it. Oh, the things I miss by neglecting to read the accumulations of my own web sites. Here [...]

Why Is There An Apostrophe Here?