Sunday, September 8, 2013

Bandit 19 Years Old

Bandit 19 years old. Lost Cat. Holland Terrace.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Lost Cat Winston

Have You Seen This Cat?! North Mountain & Bloomfield

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Missing Cat- Super Friendly

Missing Cat. Midland & Walnut. Super Friendly. $$$$$$$$$

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Lost Chimp

Lost Chimp-Baltic & Quisenbury

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Lost C

Lost Cat. Henry & Degraw

Monday, July 29, 2013

Tenther- Sisters Torn Apart

Have You Seen Me? Lost Cat-Union between Hicks & Columbia

Lost Tuxedo Cat- $2,000 Reward

Lost Tuxedo Cat-Hicks & Degraw

Friday, July 12, 2013

Dog Stolen

Dog Stolen - Lorimer & Skillman

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Lost Watch-Breaks Often

Lost Watch- McGuinness & Nassau

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Looking for Simone Weil

I wonder what she did for fun on her days off in New York City? Would she have sat by the Hudson and looked at stuff?



Sunday, February 13, 2011

Truth Is

If I had been in Cairo on Friday night I would've been like,"Yeah, I'm happy,too, but enough with the honking car horns."


posted from the field

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

SOMETIMES

Sometimes, standing and looking at the river encircling Manhattan I'll think of Walt Whitman looking at it 150 years ago and I start to wish there was a book that was like him leaning on a railing and seeing stuff, but the stuff of today. I want to read that book.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Specimen Days

I want to somehow make a radio program like this:

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Friday, December 19, 2008

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Friday, August 8, 2008

Saturday, December 15, 2007

With Feeling

There's a guy behind me on the train typing away on his laptop like Arthur Rubinstein in a tux and tails pounding away at a Steinway concert grand in Carnegie Hall. Tappity tap tap tap tappit tap tappity tap! Every sentence ends with a flourish. He's 5 rows behind me and it sounds like he's inside my head. I don't know why it bothers me so. Part of it is just my aversion to ostentation. But most of it is just that he's probably got some good job that has full health and dental and he drives a car that has a working air conditioner and he's got this important thing to write up for work or else some chatty email about the trip to Viet Nam he just got back from; meanwhile, I'm staring at my phone and pushing buttons with my thumbs like it's some broken candy machine. And I'm tired.
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