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If you see one of these beautiful bugs, "squish it, that’s the message," the director of horticulture at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden said. https://t.co/XneKBExU7H
— The New York Times (@nytimes) September 16, 2021
I saw one on Jay Street yesterday, but didn't know what it was.
Some of the 226 dead birds I picked up this morning while window collision monitoring for @NYCAudubon. 205 from @3NYWTC and @4WTC alone. Many others swept up, inaccessible, or too mangled to collect. 30 injured to @wildbirdfund. If you’re in NYC today, be careful where you step. pic.twitter.com/RTjm82NIpy
— Melissa Breyer (@MelissaBreyer) September 14, 2021
The plan to stop COVID and every other airborne respiratory disease.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CTIRBLGljlT/
pinned tweet
"In the big storm last week the all-time record for most rain ever recorded in a single hour was set in Central Park: 1.94" In the past hour tonight 3.10" of rain fell in Central Park."
ed asner
lee "scratch" perry
Attention EVs
https://www.tiktok.com/@allpurposepippa/video/6997913238864268549
This is the 100th anniversary of my Mother's birth.
I didn't write a lot about her, but here is the eulogy I wrote for her. I don’t think I shared it at the time.
She died in 2007. She left her body to medical research, and didn’t give us any funerary directions. The next year my sister and I gathered with my Mother’s three sisters and our cousins for a remembrance. I opened and closed it with songs from records that I knew she liked because she bought them twice; first on vinyl, then CD.
Here she is in 1944, with her sisters (by age) left to right: Mom (Elizabeth,) Margaret (Peggy,) Virginia, Isabel.
three hares motif
Knocker uppers
was chatting up the woman who does some painting/wall repairs around the buildings the last few years. i have always championed her since the other idiot who does the repairs can be such a pain in the ass. she was painting outside the front door as i was coming in and ive been plotting to ask the landlord for a days work patching and painting especially as all the work in the building opened up some fresh cracks.
its all very friendly chit chat until i ask "the question" which going in was hoping was perfunctory. but nope. she has not got vaccinated. so it quickly went down hill since any response is going to be defensive. i tried to suss out a rationale which essentially was i need more proof and i have a strong immune system and am not likely to get very sick and it only reduces the degree of sickness anyway. normally id pivot to some notion of collective good but i could tell she wasnt enjoying being put on the spot, but i couldnt help twist the knife a bit at the end by suggesting i thought she had more sense than ricky, the other handyman, who also wont get the shot and danced around his answer in even more ridiculous fashion. he more agressively claimed he studied physics so he is really a scientist and know things.
so, so much for my everyman bonhomie. now i dont know if id even want her up here, but rest assured ive made future encounters akward if not unconfortable for the foreseeable future. so essentially just she is just like everyone else.
70 years of ikea catalogues
impressive and terrifying
Is this the dance it will do over a field of our stripped-of-flesh skeletons? https://t.co/fBtwwA2799
— Patton Oswalt (@pattonoswalt) July 19, 2021
cape sharky
Everyone knows it's windy
via justin
Four day old bird alert out here n pa.
first bag of books donated. pickles received in trade.
Work wear
trying to pare down my books. if you have endless amounts of space then why bother but i have neither that nor the apparent capacity to read. fortunately a used bookstore opened down the block mid-pandemic. the girl must have money and time to burn but if you like books it looks like a fun endeavor. she just has a desk in their and probably does a lot of reading and book chatting. i get it.
so i asked if she took donations because i just want to get rid of them at this point and putting them in a box outside doesnt mean theyll necessarily find a good home. there is a little share a book kiosk, very little, up on rivington but thats has provided me with much joy and this is about me, of course. also, just a pain in the ass to remember to grab a couple of books should i be heading out in that direction.
*bathroom break*
ahhh, is this still going?
pickles. she trades books for pickles. im curious to see if the books are evaluated or its just a thanks for making the effort sort of deal.
ill keep you posted.
Simon's Drive-In Café, Wilshire and Fairfax, 1939
feels like 99 here. time for my yearly phoenix weather report.
for the birds