06:00 am : to the Land of Nod™ at long last (long night of work)
10:00 am : wake!
10:20 am : coffee. strong. delicious. coffee! (several)
10:30 am : commence design work. Also: emails, phone calls, etc. (being responsible type stuff)
03:00 pm : application of paint remover to secretary-hutch-desk thing.
03:30 pm : lunch : turkey on crusty bread.
04:00 pm : drop stuff at Salvation Army™ on the way along Flatbush Ave. to walk across The Bridge
06:00 pm : back home from errands in city and in the 'hood (having taken the subway back)
06:20 pm : coffee! and cigarettes. washing of dishes, etc.
07:00 - 09:30 pm : scraping, brushing, and more scraping of aforementioned furniture item.
09:40 pm : dinner : leftovers from Scottadito, pappardelle a la wild boar.
now : post dinner ciggy & typing of nonsense before heading to the 'Milk* for drinks. Mmmm... beer.
Non-stop! (Had rather thought I'd get in a disco nap, but nothing doing.) Oh- also in there somewhere repaired spine of the Baedeker. The furniture task time-burgled more than expected (with still much toil remaining-- for another day-- or three...), so waking early tomorrow to resume proper paying work on designing things.
* Buttermilk; a "local watering hole". Well, relatively local. Local enough.
21 February 2006
That's right!
Tomorrow marks end of third week of this odd little month.
Dang!
Coldness in New York these past few days, but only the rarest specks of last weekend's blizzard remain.
If tomorrow goes productively early on, it may be a bridge-crossing day. If not-- well, movement can be scarce in winter, particularly when one is busy clacking and clicking productively away before the great glowing screen.
Found a 1937 Baedeker's Great Britain in the "shelf filler" stacks at the Strand-- brilliant! In need of some repair, and even more delicate than my 1900 Central Italy copy, but still-- for six bucks-- Nice! The old ones are so beautiful.
Hmmm. As always, ideas for art projects and inspiration to work on other things coincide with lists, work and obligation. So frustrating- where were these notions a month ago? Oh, right! Obscured by the building and refinishing of various and sundry furniture for the no-longer-quite-new apartment. (Still, there is much fine-tuning to arrive at a truly efficient and comfortable space. And still purging to be done, I think. It seems that one is more likely to get busy about the work of making things when one simply has fewer things. Particularly as relates to things on walls.)
Well, it is nearly five o' the wee hours, now. Long night of work, but can't crash into sleep immediately upon finishing; I can't anyway-- need some decompression time, so I guess that's what this nonsense counts as.
Dang!
Coldness in New York these past few days, but only the rarest specks of last weekend's blizzard remain.
If tomorrow goes productively early on, it may be a bridge-crossing day. If not-- well, movement can be scarce in winter, particularly when one is busy clacking and clicking productively away before the great glowing screen.
Found a 1937 Baedeker's Great Britain in the "shelf filler" stacks at the Strand-- brilliant! In need of some repair, and even more delicate than my 1900 Central Italy copy, but still-- for six bucks-- Nice! The old ones are so beautiful.
Hmmm. As always, ideas for art projects and inspiration to work on other things coincide with lists, work and obligation. So frustrating- where were these notions a month ago? Oh, right! Obscured by the building and refinishing of various and sundry furniture for the no-longer-quite-new apartment. (Still, there is much fine-tuning to arrive at a truly efficient and comfortable space. And still purging to be done, I think. It seems that one is more likely to get busy about the work of making things when one simply has fewer things. Particularly as relates to things on walls.)
Well, it is nearly five o' the wee hours, now. Long night of work, but can't crash into sleep immediately upon finishing; I can't anyway-- need some decompression time, so I guess that's what this nonsense counts as.
15 February 2006
They're alive!!
snowmen!
Prospect Park
Well, my camera and I did make it to the park briefly yesternoon, and had I not worn sunglasses I'd have been blinded. So sunny and bright. However, not a single square meter of snow remained un-trounced-upon! Shards of sleds lay about, of both store-bought and improvised varieties. I imagine it must have been teeming in there on Sunday. A number of snowmen were still holding tight, though their original identities appeared to be slipping fast.
14 February 2006
post blizzard
It was beautiful.
Interesting that it was the record amount of snow dumped upon this mad metropolis; I'm sure a qualifier is in order: "...in a 24 hour period", or "... all in one fell swoop". But a fair swoop it was! Unless, I suppose, you were needing to drive somewhere, or had an aversion to snow.
It began so slowly- barely visible bits of snow on a wind in the afternoon, and such a gradual crescendo until finally by around midnight it had really begun to stick-- even on the streets-- and then came the near white-out visibility and some very slow going in a cab over the Brooklyn Bridge, as the Manhattan Bridge was already held up by accidents. (For example.)
But Sunday was just beautiful. The wind had largely ceased by early afternoon and the city was blanketed, bright, and almost as quiet as it ever gets. (Almost no vehicles, and few walkers, but in such a city as this one can still simply walk down the street or around a corner and enjoy a leisurely and civilized brunch in the midst of a record snowfall-- brilliant!) The sound absorption quality of so many cars-turned-marshmallows, bare trees draped luxuriously in endless white boas, sidewalks disguised as winding cross-country paths-- and all things become utterly softened and deformed of silhouette. The peaked and turreted brick house across the way from my windows took on a decidedly Moomin-esque appeal; great swooping drifts of snow having obscured the true shape of the architecture, rendering it whimsical and unrealistic in aspect.
And now, second day of sun without further precipitation, elegant and amorphous shapes have all but disappeared, leaving only shoveled and plowed mounds between structures, walkways and motorways. Much of the accumulation has gone slushy and brown with agitation and melting.
In hopes of finding some of the remaining shapes, I must take the camera into the Park this afternoon.
Interesting that it was the record amount of snow dumped upon this mad metropolis; I'm sure a qualifier is in order: "...in a 24 hour period", or "... all in one fell swoop". But a fair swoop it was! Unless, I suppose, you were needing to drive somewhere, or had an aversion to snow.
It began so slowly- barely visible bits of snow on a wind in the afternoon, and such a gradual crescendo until finally by around midnight it had really begun to stick-- even on the streets-- and then came the near white-out visibility and some very slow going in a cab over the Brooklyn Bridge, as the Manhattan Bridge was already held up by accidents. (For example.)
But Sunday was just beautiful. The wind had largely ceased by early afternoon and the city was blanketed, bright, and almost as quiet as it ever gets. (Almost no vehicles, and few walkers, but in such a city as this one can still simply walk down the street or around a corner and enjoy a leisurely and civilized brunch in the midst of a record snowfall-- brilliant!) The sound absorption quality of so many cars-turned-marshmallows, bare trees draped luxuriously in endless white boas, sidewalks disguised as winding cross-country paths-- and all things become utterly softened and deformed of silhouette. The peaked and turreted brick house across the way from my windows took on a decidedly Moomin-esque appeal; great swooping drifts of snow having obscured the true shape of the architecture, rendering it whimsical and unrealistic in aspect.
And now, second day of sun without further precipitation, elegant and amorphous shapes have all but disappeared, leaving only shoveled and plowed mounds between structures, walkways and motorways. Much of the accumulation has gone slushy and brown with agitation and melting.
In hopes of finding some of the remaining shapes, I must take the camera into the Park this afternoon.
08 February 2006
one quarter gone
Well not surprising, as this month always goes fast; strange what the lack of only a few days can do for the velocity of the air escaping a month. (One regrettable fact of February, of course, is that next rent day arrives earlier than ever.)
Have I mentioned that the great behemoth of TABLE is finished? Well, 99% so. One more day and it will be usable, I think. (The last layer (fourth in this case-- or third?) requires fewer drops of catalyst per ounce of resin, so the "degassing" phase is slower, thus the solidifying process takes longer. There are some imperfect areas on the surface, but I'm just glad the toxic part of the project has finished.
Photos of this and other things to come.
Oh! And in other news, the Roman-style bust that has resided in front of my new building since my opwn arrival has gone missing! Observe.
Have I mentioned that the great behemoth of TABLE is finished? Well, 99% so. One more day and it will be usable, I think. (The last layer (fourth in this case-- or third?) requires fewer drops of catalyst per ounce of resin, so the "degassing" phase is slower, thus the solidifying process takes longer. There are some imperfect areas on the surface, but I'm just glad the toxic part of the project has finished.
Photos of this and other things to come.
Oh! And in other news, the Roman-style bust that has resided in front of my new building since my opwn arrival has gone missing! Observe.
07 February 2006
repetition
Hmmm.
(Just wondering if there is some way that I can work the word "epic" into a third entry, in a wholly new exciting way. This seems unlikely. )
(Just wondering if there is some way that I can work the word "epic" into a third entry, in a wholly new exciting way. This seems unlikely. )
06 February 2006
pinprick diarama
From beneath the thin canopy of trees, walking up Union Street, the number of stars visible this evening is epic! Previously unreckoned save on such nights as of blackouts!
Is the apparent brightness of them due to a notable decrease in light pollution caused by the frugal populous of a nation in energy crisis? (This seems unlikely...) Does it relate to the freaky weather of our greenhouse planet? Or have they simply got less shy around cities? Gone bold in a new milennium (as defined by we tiny things so many many light years away...)
These and other questions remain unanswered.
Perhaps the city will get snow in addition to these pinpricks of glitter, and the park will transform into a new landscape altogether. This is what my cameras are hoping for.
Is the apparent brightness of them due to a notable decrease in light pollution caused by the frugal populous of a nation in energy crisis? (This seems unlikely...) Does it relate to the freaky weather of our greenhouse planet? Or have they simply got less shy around cities? Gone bold in a new milennium (as defined by we tiny things so many many light years away...)
These and other questions remain unanswered.
Perhaps the city will get snow in addition to these pinpricks of glitter, and the park will transform into a new landscape altogether. This is what my cameras are hoping for.
01 February 2006
second month begins
I neither watched nor listened to the man commonly referred to as the President last night. Can't bear it. (I suppose I ought to at least read about it somewhere. Perhaps in the Onion...)
The resinating of the Table has grown epic and tiresome, taking entirely too much material and time. It wouldn't be so bad save for the fact that every time I have to pour another layer, the greater portion of the apartment becomes toxic. Not to mention cold, as at least one window must be left open for a day or so. (Have to try and save some brain cells.)
Have gotten some great and decidedly dark photographs of Brooklyn and its surrounds over the past few weeks, some of which will be appearing in several cd packages upcoming... Others (less dark) will be appearing in *frames* at Bonnie's Grill (5th Avenue in Brooklyn) during the month of March.
New fish number three (absurdly and French-ly dubbed Tres) is flourishing in the tank with Pi. They get along very well (so far as can be determined among fishes in boxes at any rate) and have become avid beggars. (It appears that begging for food is a team sport when it comes to aquatic pets.) Tres is , like Pi, a red and white Comet, and has a marvelous tail. Dreadfully cute.
The resinating of the Table has grown epic and tiresome, taking entirely too much material and time. It wouldn't be so bad save for the fact that every time I have to pour another layer, the greater portion of the apartment becomes toxic. Not to mention cold, as at least one window must be left open for a day or so. (Have to try and save some brain cells.)
Have gotten some great and decidedly dark photographs of Brooklyn and its surrounds over the past few weeks, some of which will be appearing in several cd packages upcoming... Others (less dark) will be appearing in *frames* at Bonnie's Grill (5th Avenue in Brooklyn) during the month of March.
New fish number three (absurdly and French-ly dubbed Tres) is flourishing in the tank with Pi. They get along very well (so far as can be determined among fishes in boxes at any rate) and have become avid beggars. (It appears that begging for food is a team sport when it comes to aquatic pets.) Tres is , like Pi, a red and white Comet, and has a marvelous tail. Dreadfully cute.
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