bklyn is beautiful, nr. 1

photos taken over the past week and a half


sometimes dull, gray days are the most captivating.

this is the franklin ave shuttle train station @ botanic gardens

these that follow are from the streets of prospect/crown heights






this was tagged on whats left of the old brooklyn jewish hospital

i have to assume that she/he is telling the truth

jumble

life is a mess right now

it makes me very sad

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love those knickerbockers

the world's most famous arena:


don't you get the feeling the knicks are getting a little self-conscious, after all the losing and all the embarrassment?

it may well be the world's most famous arena (dubiously, at this point)

but does it really make sense to say that tonight LeBron is playing on the 'NBA's biggest stage'? how can it be the biggest stage if the only reason anyone ever talks about your team is to mock it? i haven't heard anyone make a positive comment about the Knicks, Isiah Thomas, James Dolan, Stephon Marbury, or anyone else since...um, yeah. The NBA's biggest stage is television, and i ain't talkin about MSG...TNT, ABC, ESPN. know how many games we've had on nat'l tv? 2. one on tnt (lost by 4,928,283 to boston), one on espn (lost in overtime). as basketbawful would say...'sucktastic'. that's 5 solid hours of nationally televised 'lacktion'.


the world's most famous ceiling? most famous scoreboard?

everyone in ny seems to think that what happens here matters-no matter what. that's why it's so hard for people here to handle their teams being bad (and I mean bad--despite the fact that they're leading against the Cavs right now). and in a way they're right...the knicks get an inordinate amount of attention for being awful. where's the hate for memphis? how bout minnesota? why aren't they chanting "fire [whoever]" in Charlotte? because no one gives a damn--there or here.

and that's why guys like jamal crawford get criticized unduly, even though he's all we have going for us, that and the young players like nate and lee and balkman (and chandler? we'll see...). i like crawford, and i hope he's not going anywhere, no matter who ends up as team president.

that being said, the knicks are making the playoffs next year, isiah or no isiah. you heard it here first. yes sir, you heard it here, just like you would have last year if i'd had a blog. but i didn't...so you didn't.

so yeah...let's go knicks! let's go knicks! let's go knicks!

sadness

sometimes things make you sad for no good reason.


this is st marks ave somewhere near washington ave

cities decay right in front of our eyes, and people's lives and memories

on display


lonely outposts in the snow

blurred memories

bergen st and classon ave

cold winds

the strangest doorway in bklyn

st. marks ave and grand ave

kittens, pt. 2: sleepy

took the kittens to the humane society yesterday for shots and spaying

the return to the apt? full of energy and verve. jumping on cabinets, begging for food.

but, as suspected, the energy died. day 2: sleep, sleep, and more sleep.





at least needles woke up to say hello...

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spent the day at pace classes. they leave much to be desired.

here are some abstract images to express my frustration (click on them to see the full-size images):











kitties are all drugged up...just got back from the doctor's office where they got spayed.


we pray for happy kitties

:)

fierce kitty rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


manhattan from bklyn



it's been a good day

may there be many more to come

bklyn nightline

two night photos


from the apt balcony, phosphorescent

park pl and washington av...this neighborhood is underratedly beautiful