stags, lion, lobster and rook I haven't put an entry here in awhile, and I wanted to put some sort of visual, so here are a few thin *slivers* of some bits and bobs I've been working on since last I wrote. In other news: mostly been working– on projects for clients and on 2010… Continue reading The swampy days of August have come early
Lost my dreams again this morning. After reading news for awhile began a draft of a big rant about Healthcare™, but it'll have to wait. (Might as well wait til we learn a bit more anyway.) Feeling slightly overwhelmed again, which invariably makes me tired. Summer always and ever gains too much velocity in the… Continue reading nothing.
Ben zooming through a parking lot We rode out bikes to the Fulton Ferry landing yesterday with the plan of catching one of the free ferries going to Governors Island for City of Water Day, but upon arriving found a line over an hour long (as only 15 bikes were being allowed per trip, and… Continue reading an excursion diverted
In an article discussing the book Cheap: The High Cost of Discount Culture by Ellen Ruppel Shell, the author points out the better example made by Wegmans, a chain of supermarket which began in my home town, Rochester: "Still, she does cite one example of an organization that at least tries to get it right:… Continue reading On Wegmans
Details from "Map of Lynn and Saugus: Settled in 1629" (Boston: Pendleton's Lithography, 1829) [Published in Surveying the Shore– Historic Maps of Coastal Massachusetts 1600-1930 bt Joseph G. Garver] The bounty of texture and details in these old maps makes me wish I'd chosen to make of the year a state or province; even a… Continue reading Rocks dry at half tide
dream Etymology: Middle English dreem, from Old English drēam: noise, joy 1 : a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep 2 : an experience of waking life having the characteristics of a dream: as a : a visionary creation of the imagination : daydream b : a state of mind marked by… Continue reading Fiction is where we want to live
On the fourth of July, Ben and I took to the bike lanes and headed toward Williamsburg with no specific plans. We landed at the delightful Radegast (above) for a spell. Following, we zoomed back to Classon Ave for an impromptu (delicious) bbq. Later still to another bbq– where we managed to spy a few… Continue reading We rode our bikes around Brooklyn
1779: Fire Island, then known simply as the South Beach of Sand and Stones. This map was in the little visitor information center at Sailor's Haven, a small marina between Cherry Grove and the Sunken Forest, through which we trekked on Monday morning, our third morning at the beach. Following a brief summer shower and… Continue reading All these inlets are of a small depth
Weekends in June are meant for bike rides and vast wanders through boroughs near and far, yet here has been a month of puttering indoors, rain delays, and not much wearing of the shorts and sandals. It has afforded no few hours for map-making, at least; that's not so bad. A friend told me today… Continue reading continuation of precipitation
Dark and rain. I awoke to find a puddle had formed on the window ledge during the night; another day of gloom in this wettest of Springtimes! A couple of things had to be thrown away. I've been listening to Harry & the Potters– laugh, but they're actually quite good. Fun listening, some of it… Continue reading flooded window well
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 