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Apparently this was at the top of the charts when I was conceived ...
For a certain math student ...
videos of late-80's NYC by Nelson Sullivan. You might see old friends and familiar faces in some of them.
guess i should go food shopping. although i did just buy that can of beans. nah.... im good.
Ronnie DeMonarco hosts this 1995 video introduction to the LES. I met Ronnie in 1996, pre-moustache I think.
Dead whale in the NW news
was listening to a podcast talking about the selma movie which reminded me of a favored professor who was also my college advisor. it was widely known that he was shot while registering voters for sncc in the early 60s but i never knew the particulars. so i googled him just now to see if i could find out more only to learn that he died late last year.
NYC at night from 7500 feet above.
9. Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
Here’s a self-effacing diary entry from March 1851 in which Tolstoy chronicles his flaws, hour by hour—part of a larger project in which he evaluates his own ethics. How many of these peccadilloes have you committed today? “Koloshin (Sergei) came to drink vodka, I did not escort him out (cowardice). At Ozerov’s argued about nothing (habit of arguing) and did not talk about what I should have talked about (cowardice). Did not go to Beklemishev’s (weakness of energy). During gymnastics did not walk the rope (cowardice), and did not do one thing because it hurt (sissiness).—At Gorchakov’s lied (lying). Went to the Novotroitsk tavern (lack of fierté). At home did not study English (insufficient firmness).”
Beekeeping is changing. So are we. “Honeybees aren’t going extinct,” one beekeeper told me, “they’re becoming more intensively managed livestock.” Which continues the agricultural trend—thousands of years in the making, but accelerated by modern farming—of relying entirely on a handful of chosen species and hoping we can continue to keep them alive. The system feeding humanity keeps growing, but it keeps growing more precarious.
Better love story than Twilight.
Lost city of Atlantis believed found off Spain
im listening.
im looking forward to the companion book called why you should never read.
remember when blogs were a thing?
heres a clever one that turns to page 99 of a book and uses that as a launching off point to create a synopsis.First Couch’s Kingbird in NY.
I figured this might make the papers, as the crowd of birders was quite noticeable in the West Village over the weekend. Almost as rare, a Cassin’s Kingbird has been at Floyd Bennett field for the last few weeks, but that doesn’t garner the same media attention. Both are quite similar to the widespread Western Kingbird (a more regular vagrant locally) but have very limited ranges in the US.
when you can't take another holiday movie, ryley and i suggest red and it's sequel. distract any 2d-graders.
Merry Christmas!
lucky day for me today, or maybe i just skirted being unlucky. had been waiting for a ups delivery which somehow eluded me twice despite having been home at the time of attempted delivery. three strikes and they return item to sender. i havent tried on the item yet so maybe the universe was trying to save me the trouble of doing so later in which case i ought to pay closer attention to not being attentive.
but as it is i had put a note on the door asking the delivery person to sit on the buzzer and if there was no response i left my cellphone number on the it as well imploring them to call so i would not proverbally and literally strike out. as it turns out i was dozing off around lunchtime like every other normal person does but off in the distance i hear the phone ringing. its a new phone and im not that familiar with the ring so i am not quick to respond. i jump to my feet, grab the phone and engage in the swiping and the pressing of virutal buttons frantically but to no avail as the call is missed. i dart over to the intercom (in my head, in reality its loping at best) and engage in more frantic button pushing but there is no response on the other end. i grab my jacket, run my fingers through my hair and slip on my flip flops making haste for the street hoping to catch sight of a vision in brown, not even sure if it had been they that had called.
chirst, im already bored. a truck was there and it had my package but they hadnt even rung yet. the call was some spammer (i looked it up). probably a better than 50% chance i would have heard the buzzer or the call had they endeavored but maybe 15 minutes later im in a deeper sleep state. so thanks, spammer. you werent a blight on humanity for once in your pathetic life.
but the story does not end though i wish it would. now that im practically engaged with the day i decide to walk to whole foods as my cupboard is bare and im tired of deli sandwiches. so, on go the hiking shoes, still no socks (who has time for that?), and i begin the hunt for my black wool hat. nowhere to be found. retrace my steps... blah blah blah. 10 minutes later, last ditch effort, i head out to see if it fell out of my jacket pocket and there it is in the middle of the crosswalk, dampened but undaunted.
so let that be a lesson to you, dont be me.
according to my twitter feed tonight is the first night of jewish christmas.
animated introduction to quantum mechanics and other junk.
Uncertain about the uncertainty principle?
spent the night babysitting a friend who has come down with a somewhat debilitating case of marital discord. two things we learned: 1) my years of not keeping up with my intergender studies has diminished my capacity to provide useful advice on such matters beyond suggesting they should seek professional guidance. 2) an ashtray full of cigarettes in the morning smells worse than i remember.
on the plus side, we did find a pretty good hole-in-the-wall burger place in the east village.