Oooh baby, baby, its a wild world...

...and a long road. When your walking to the train, the road goes ever on.

Little Bright Lights

Little Bright Lights - Sound technology alight.

Future Subway Riders of America

I don't know if this even requires an explanation. This little boy was sitting across the subway from me on my way into work the other day. His mom was a few seats away on the train. He was just chillin', and looked like he was just cruisin' the subway alone.

Food for the Bomb

Think, think.

Have a drink.

Take a breath

And let it sink

Later’s now

And now is then

But then is something

Other than

The where, what, who, why,

How or when

And so you see my darling dear

The end of time is growing near

For all we hear and all we touch

Don’t seem real very much

God plays tricks

The joke’s on us

The tears and fears

Ain’t worth the fuss.

Ain’t worth it such

That I wonder why

we sigh and try

To pretend that we will never die

Saving, saving for a day that

may

never

come

If Reagan had his way

We’d all be sitting in bunkers still

Our missiles aimed and primed to kill

Lame, lame.

The song’s the same

You don’t duck and cover you

Just hide behind a Bush or two

Or be torn apart by terrorists

Or Christians, or you choose the threats

No shield made by forge of man

Can stave off death the reaper’s hand.

He plays fair no matter where you are

From left to right

The right to life’s

A losing fight.

Photo Journal

I left my apartment this morning and thought, "I should document my daily life in photos."

There are two problems, though. The first.....I love to observe life, but I like to live it, too. The second.....I don't want to look like a tourist walkin' around the city all the time.

I will, however, try to document life in the city in photos. Like Illustrations to go along with the text of this blog.

This, I snapped as I was walking to catch the train this morning. You can see the tracks ahead.

Waiting for the train to take me to work. It was already muggy and hot.
But still, a pretty nice morning.

I walk past this every day on my way from work back to the subway. I don't know why I don't notice it in the morning, but I imagine it's because I am so focused on getting to the deli to have my favorite breakfast sandwich, heart attack on a roll (bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll). Every day I see it, I find myself a little unnerved by the three story tall hockey player dude in his jockeys, holding his (hockey) stick, and surrounded by Ice. This show (MVP) seems to me to be soft porn thats been picked up by ABC. Someone should let Time's square and ABC know there's a reason the show was dropped so quickly from CBC. Some of you might remember it better by it's full name, "MVP: The Secret Lives of Hockey Wives."



You can't see it, but the building at the end of the street has a giant "Vote" sign on it. Today was a special trip from work back to the subway station, as it was smack dab at 7:30. And any theater person knows that is half hour, and that means lots of people waiting to go see the newest, or oldest, or longest running, or most awarded Broadway shows are on my way home from work. No matter how man times I have been there, times square always leaves me in awe.



Waiting for the train this evening after work. It's been a long week, and it's only Wednesday. That's my train up ahead.

Summertime

The sun’s already tucked away beneath the horizon’s shadow

Too tired to wait up for the last of the weary workers

ears still ringing from the screaming machines

eyes and feet swollen sore from the weight of the day

And the days before that and before that

And the presumption of one coming after

Oh summertime livin'

The paying is cheap

You got holes in your pockets

And sores on your feet

If you’re lucky they’ll pay ya

Enough that you’ll eat

It’s a prime time gig

Shovelin shit for the elite

Stumbling up a set of weathered steps

To eat a dinner of thrice cooked potatoes

Alone in the low glow of a single shaded lamp

Barely awake enough to partake of the daily bread

And to think just for a minute of some distant face

Before collapsing into a heavy sleep.

Oh summertime livin'

The paying is cheap

You got holes in your pockets

And sores on your feet

If you’re lucky they’ll pay ya

Enough that you’ll eat

It’s a prime time gig

Shovelin' shit for the elite

Summertime livin'

I can't stand the heat.

God I can't stand the heat...