There’s no way around it, the place is a zoo. Too close to the city to be off limits yet far enough to yield a vague disorientation, Coney Island is the closest ocean-front beach as the famous crow flies from Manhattan – and that bird doesn’t fly so well. For those unfamiliar, Coney is no…Details
New York, as it turns out, is plagued with late season-blooming mosquitoes. As the temperature rose yesterday to 18°C and is now hovering around 15°C, the little bastards manage to rise again and again, like Peter Sellers failing to die in the hilarious opening scene of "The Party". By late autumn, one grows weary of…Details
"Dying, that doesn’t frighten me…
It’s losing my life that would make me sad."
Le grand Marcel Pagnol
I know I’m not posting much these days. It’s just that, there’s that thing. It’s sneaky. It comes in stealthily and creeps into daily momentum, coating all things great with a fuzzy interference blanket. It’s a kind of existential static, the white noise of life that sometimes obstructs clear line of sight to the essential…Details
Living in New York, one tends to forget. When daily routine is deeply impregnated by the constant sound of emergency vehicle sirens, the furious honking of horns, the growling of hovering choppers, the roaring of an underground train, the trepidation of manic cab rides, when one gets accustomed to meeting 50 people at a street…Details
My Google Wave invites have just been replenished. I’ve got a few to give away if you are interested. Just ask very nicely. A thoughtful comment would be nice. Or some barter exchange. A script. A piece of software. I don’t know. Surprise me. Update 5: No more invites available for the time being, I’ll…Details