Posts Tagged ‘NYC’

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Transmogrified

October 29, 2012

Hmm, can’t seem to figure out how to caption in gallery mode.  If brilliance strikes later, I can go back and add them in.

These were taken just after noon from the Hamilton Avenue bridge.

First few are looking south (ish) towards the harbor, with closer shots of the “Park Slope” (what’s on the left over there?)  and Red Hook banks.

Next set are north/east toward the 9th St Bridge (very close to flooding), the scrap yard on the Carroll Gardens side and the Lowe’s/Pathmark parking lots on the Park Slope side.

It looks like we are already seeing some spill into the Lowe’s side.

Hatches are all battened down at 594!

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Monstrously Dorkish

October 25, 2012

EXT. NIGHT.

FRANKENSTORM looms in the distance, menacing grey and blue clouds stretching evil fingers over the cowering city.

ALI steps into the night, wearing a white lab coat, goggles, and sensible rain boots.

Lightning flares.

ALI: (cackles)
IT’S ALIIIIII-VE! ALIIIVE!

The collective world *facepalms*.

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February 9, 2012

Happy Intrepid Day, Neverland!

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Mad Mad Mad Mad Madam Mim

November 9, 2011

I’m doing the duty of every good citizen in a free society and serving a jury summons.

They have asked me to sit in one room all day and not talk.

This is a pretty close approximation of what I’m feeling.

 

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Making a Mockery

August 25, 2011

Where I come from, hurricanes are pretty rare.

We’ve had a couple come through, that I remember . . . Floyd had us in a tizz when I first went to college–lots of traffic from evacuations, I think, and Hurricane Opal closed schools on the day I was supposed to be decorating for my sophomore year homecoming dance.  Once the storm passed, our student council decorating committee met up at the school and hung streamers by the light of camping lanterns.

. . . come to think of it, I might have had my district speech competition that weekend.  Huh.  Didn’t remember those two together *at all*.

But anyway, it’s always been just *storms*.  I know how to handle storms. . . keep an eye out for tornados, roll down the deck umbrella, and have candles handy for when the power goes out.

Now they’re talking about Hurricane Irene hitting at or near NYC, and I’m taking it semi-seriously. 

I’m going to buy a jug of water, and some candles in case we lose power, and I need to get a collar and leash for my cat.  My apartment is in a storm surge zone, but I’m on the third floor, so Emma and I will ride out the storm here (unless we get a mandatory evacuation order, and I don’t want to try to deal with her just in her cat carrier or hiding under a cabinet somewhere if the weather gets dicey).  My landlord has asked us to stow the backyard furniture and pull a/c units out of the windows, and that makes sense to me.

Y’know what I *really* *really* want to do, though?

I want to put those hurricane taunting signs in the windows.  I always thought that was kind of cool when I saw it on the news.

Hmmm. . . what rhymes with Irene?

Mean.  Scene.  Clean.  (And  my brain insists that I add, “bo-bene.”  I don’t think my brain fully understands what we’re trying to do here.)

Anyone got a sharpie?

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“Whore”, From the Germanic “Horaz”. . . “One Who Desires”??

November 1, 2009

Okay, so. . . there are some inherent negatives to living in a place like New York. One of the most complicated to deal with is homelessness. It’s a problem I don’t have an answer to. . . . and can also inadvertently become a source of comedy.

When I hang with J in Queens, he generally walks me back to the train. Last night, I tried to tell him that he really didn’t need to–I am more than fine negotiating the four well-lit blocks between his door and his station solo. He gestured over to the gentlemen camped under the tracks and explained that they were part of the reason why he did; they’d tried to bother him before. I scoffed a little and smiled and decided that he was just being a gentleman, and besides, I always kind of enjoy walking back to the station with him. In short, I decided, I would indulge this chivalrous quirk.

Folks, this is a little thing I like to call “hubris.” Keep it in mind.

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Because semi-conscious posting is a *good* idea. . .

July 25, 2009

It’s been a weird night.

First, a quick physics note for Sarah, who I understand shares my falling-up-stairs superpower: