Icky on several levels.
June 22, 2009
Kitty hobo friend!
Haunting the concrete jungle.
Eating lunch from a billy can.
Missing part of an ear. Wearing dirty socks.
Sponge bath.
Then—moving on. Meow, bye!
Eating lunch from a billy can.
Missing part of an ear. Wearing dirty socks.
Sponge bath.
Then—moving on. Meow, bye!
The most beautiful breakfast ever photographed?
And with friends, to boot!
On a related note, I would like to mention that I love grits! But do you understand the enigma they presented to a girl growing up in Atlantic Canada? They came up now and again in books I was reading, and I imagined them as something sort of "gritty," dry and fried. The truth came as a pleasant surprise!
Note the godly light illuminating them, above. God loves grits too!
Inexplicable
It seems that when I wasn't paying attention, something took a big bite out of my shoe.
LIFE IS SO FULL OF MYSTERIES!
LIFE IS SO FULL OF MYSTERIES!
Graham Ave. emergency phone—repaired!
Let's start at the bottom, shall we?
Up.
Muchos duct tape.
And . . . more duct tape.
Made it to the phone line!
Yay, municipal infrastructure!
Up.
Muchos duct tape.
And . . . more duct tape.
Made it to the phone line!
Yay, municipal infrastructure!
June 21, 2009
Williamsburg weirdness
Why bother with spray paint when you can just screw the stencil into a tree?
Also: projectile dog defecation!
Salad bar fridge 4 sale:
I guess the mini-tellers inside the ATM kept their lunches in it?
Hmm.
Also: projectile dog defecation!
Salad bar fridge 4 sale:
I guess the mini-tellers inside the ATM kept their lunches in it?
Hmm.
Found!
A shirt for Greg, stuck on the fence across the street.
Fifty-fifty odds he likes it, I'd say.
UPDATE: It's too big, anyway. Stuck it back on the fence.
Fifty-fifty odds he likes it, I'd say.
UPDATE: It's too big, anyway. Stuck it back on the fence.
June 20, 2009
New scarf!
Bought today at a store on North 6th Street in Williamsburg.
The most wonderful crisp cotton.
The most wonderful crisp cotton.
June 19, 2009
Exciting!
Yes!
I no longer need to select my own assortment of binder clips.
You got yer small, yer medium, and yer large, in one convenient package.
Time saving.
I no longer need to select my own assortment of binder clips.
You got yer small, yer medium, and yer large, in one convenient package.
Time saving.
June 18, 2009
Trash pile mystery
Everyone knows that that's the best kind of mystery.
Look—the tenth-floor trash pile, at work (yes, we recycle):
The mystery:
Huh?
WHAT is this for? Someone went to a lot of trouble with this, measuring, then cutting the holes exactly the same size (it seems?), then numbering them, first by twos, then by ones.
And who is this mysterious Edoardo Laudi?
I suspect this has something to do with art conservation . . . but what??!
Look—the tenth-floor trash pile, at work (yes, we recycle):
The mystery:
Huh?
WHAT is this for? Someone went to a lot of trouble with this, measuring, then cutting the holes exactly the same size (it seems?), then numbering them, first by twos, then by ones.
And who is this mysterious Edoardo Laudi?
I suspect this has something to do with art conservation . . . but what??!
June 15, 2009
Huh
Welcome to my blog, peoples of the world.
This shows the origins of my last 500 visitors.
Hmm. I see I need to improve my outreach in Eurasia, Africa, and the polar continents.
This shows the origins of my last 500 visitors.
Hmm. I see I need to improve my outreach in Eurasia, Africa, and the polar continents.
June 14, 2009
Northern habitat
You may recall our trip south to visit the Sciuridae of Mexico (so called because they are always sciurrying around everywhere).
Today we will meet their cousins in Ontario cottage country.
Note: Small. Cute. White bellies.
Habitat very rich in food.
My correspondent Adrienne tells me the bark on this tree, in the background (above), has been "softened" by years of little claws scampering up and down it.
Hiding loot in tree stump.
In the stump, buried peanuts, shelled and unshelled:
Fascinating!
Thanks Adrienne!!
Today we will meet their cousins in Ontario cottage country.
Note: Small. Cute. White bellies.
Habitat very rich in food.
My correspondent Adrienne tells me the bark on this tree, in the background (above), has been "softened" by years of little claws scampering up and down it.
Hiding loot in tree stump.
In the stump, buried peanuts, shelled and unshelled:
Fascinating!
Thanks Adrienne!!
June 13, 2009
Alice Neel
There are many things to like about her work, but today I was really digging her attention to clothing.
Look at this:
You can tell exactly what those clothes are like.
Look at this:
You can tell exactly what those clothes are like.
Poor
The other day I forgot my wallet and found myself on the way to work with $9 in my pocket. I used $2 to ride to work, and I needed $2 to get back home.
By noon I was starving. After much consideration I went to the store by the subway station to get some nuts and fruit for $1.25.
Yep, Healthy Mix. 280 calories. I ate one nut at a time, so they would last longer.
Change:
I really, really wanted coffee, but my coffee costs $2.06—$1.69 wouldn't get me much more food. I looked on Midtownlunch.com for the cheapest taco cart: I could get a half-decent (one-third decent?) burrito and beans and rice for $3.25—but it was all the way over on Park Avenue (three blocks). I just couldn't bring myself to get up and walk all the way over there.
Finally I asked my colleague if she could lend me $5. She gave me a ten (thanks Emily), and I was rich!
I bought a feast for myself: double espresso and a sandwich and brownie.
Greg and I are poor folks, and we worry about money all the time. But we drink good coffee, we can always buy lunch if we need to, and we don't have to walk three blocks to the cheap place. We're lucky.
By noon I was starving. After much consideration I went to the store by the subway station to get some nuts and fruit for $1.25.
Yep, Healthy Mix. 280 calories. I ate one nut at a time, so they would last longer.
Change:
I really, really wanted coffee, but my coffee costs $2.06—$1.69 wouldn't get me much more food. I looked on Midtownlunch.com for the cheapest taco cart: I could get a half-decent (one-third decent?) burrito and beans and rice for $3.25—but it was all the way over on Park Avenue (three blocks). I just couldn't bring myself to get up and walk all the way over there.
Finally I asked my colleague if she could lend me $5. She gave me a ten (thanks Emily), and I was rich!
I bought a feast for myself: double espresso and a sandwich and brownie.
Greg and I are poor folks, and we worry about money all the time. But we drink good coffee, we can always buy lunch if we need to, and we don't have to walk three blocks to the cheap place. We're lucky.
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