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There are many feral cats in my neighborhood. Everyone once in a while, there’s an especially rough character, like this guy. Between an infected left eye, missing left ear, and some sort of open sore on his right leg, he may not have a lot of time left.


This stray, albeit tired, was in better shape. Unfortunately though, its tail was chewed down to the bone, with a little tuft of hair at the end.


On to happier topics, I was lucky enough to go on WNYC’s client appreciation cruise this past Tuesday evening. The three-hour open bar and full dinner, hosted by WNYC personalities ended up being good fun. Unlimited Johnny Walker Black Labels did help as well.

BAMcinemaFEST opened this past week, with a premiere of Cyrus. Most of the cast were in attendance for the film and afterparty (including John C. Reilly and the gorgeous Marisa Tomei). I also saw Susan Sarandon walk through the crowd. Jenn and I enjoyed the film, which felt like a humorous and fun take on a standard romantic comedy. My only criticism is of the extensive hand-held camerawork (with sporadic quick zooms) is worn out and unnecessary, very heavy-handed. The festival runs until June 20th.


Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

• Speaking of Williamsburg, on Friday night, Rebecca Smeyne, Tod Seelie, and Maxim Ryazansky presented a selection of their photography and spoke about their approaches to image-making, feelings on subject-photographer interaction, and the lifestyle of an artist. Tod, the only one of the three I’ve met on a few occasions, always comes off as genuine, modest, and passionate. Definitely check out all three of the artists’ work if you’re not familiar with them; a lot of great photography and traveling experiences.

Shane road his bike all the way down from Scarsdale to join Jenn and I at the photography talk. Afterward, we hit up Caracas for arepas.


A front yard in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.

• A friend pointed out Urban Plant Research to me yesterday. From my understanding, it’s two women who document urban plants and weeds here in New York City and elsewhere. Worth checking out.


On the bike front, I’ve been very happy with a recent handlebar & brake lever swap on my Kogswell, over to Velo Orange Porteur bars (in stock over at Bespoke in Fort Greene) with Tektro RX 4.1 reverse brake levers.  Makes grocery runs even easier.  The bar tape is Serfas Echelon.

• The other week, Shane’s wife, Echo, began a new job which involved relocated to China for a year. The company is being really accommodating, though, in flying her back to the states at least 4 times over the course of the year, and two round trip tickets for Shane in the other direction as well. They had a send-off party in Koreatown the other week: drinks at the roof of the La Quinta hotel, then we all had a Vietnamese dinner later in the evening.


The M train in Bushwick, Brooklyn, as seen from The Opera Singer’s old apartment, circa 2007.

we were fated to pretend


Last Saturday, I strapped a 4.5 foot douglas fir to my backup bike (a 1967 Mercier SS).  Unfortunately I had to walk the bike back, not quite enough space to ride.

Boerum Hill. At least 3-4 cats live in this lot, but they seem to manage to not miss meals.

Erica and Constantine joined Jenn and I for some chicken and orzo over at our place Sunday night, and we managed to burn through a whole, previously-unopened bottle of Jameson over dinner.  Perhaps that’s not as large of a feat as I’m thinking, but it certainly seemed exceptional at the time (and the following morning).


I had nothing to do with this shot, taken of my parents before I was born, but it does happen to be a favorite of mine.  The seventies hairstyles, the composition, colors, crispness, and the general Motorcycle Diaries (2004)-feel seem perfect.


4th Avenue near downtown Brooklyn.

• I did take to trying out a ninja-style balaclava to and from work the other day when the temperature began to dip.  As it turns out, those things are no joke: I actually think they’d enable one to ride a bike around Antarctica even, with how warm they keep one’s face.  However, I’ve got a feeling you’d get arrested for bringing a balaclava anywhere near an airport.

• But speaking of winter riding, someone the other day did say, “life’s too short to not ride what you’ve got,” within the context of riding one’s main, prized steel bicycle throughout the duration of a salted-road winter (as opposed to also possessing a dedicated “ice bike”).  And, while the statement can possibly be immediately dismissed as cliche, I do think it’s the best way to operate, and is arguably more rockstar than trying to be all delicate with your utilitarian items.  Stuff is just stuff, own it.

• My friend (and former classmate) Sharvin got a short writeup in the News & Observer here for a recent job change/promotion.  Big ups on continuing to advance stuff.

• In case you were curious, here’s the full gallery of wedding shots from my friends’ (Kathleen & Tom) celebration a little over a month ago.  The delay is due to the couple finally returning from an island off the coast of India, plus the ordering of prints.

• While unrelated to New York, I doubt Winehouse can make it many more years.  Things aren’t looking so hot these days, and those YouTube clips were several years ago at the point, even.

Pamela and Marta joined Jenn and I to catch Opening Night over at the Harvey, with some crazy, on-stage seating comp tickets I had.  The majority of the audience was in the normal seating area, but we got to sit on a set of seats mixed in with actors, and surprising close to the onstage nudity and such.  The performance was based on John Cassevetes’ film of the same name.  It was a little strange to see a play in Dutch, but subtitles were broadcast in several places.  Afterward, we had a few drinks down the street at Moes.


On Degraw Street, at an area I was told was once a secret spot for rampant prostitution, but has now been significantly cleaned up.


Evidence of the weather turning a little cooler outside. Also, further evidence that littering never went out of style in this town.