THIS STRANGE ADVERT CAUGHT MY EYE
WELL, HELLO BERT, WASSUP?
FROM EAST 11TH STREET IN THE CITY
From W. 31st Street, NYC.
From West 29th Street, NYC.
This is the stainless steel inside of a liquid nitrogen drum that housed biological samples from 1987 to 2012.
I help run a lab and we had to replace this unit with a new one. Once all the liquid nitrogen burned off, what was left was this nasty little stew of leftover specimen.
This InstaGram shot reminded me of a far away view of a polluted planet. But I also think this shot is kind of pretty, too.
Below is another InstaGram shot I took of the old machine getting filled manually for the last time.
Posted in Art, Gadgets, Manhattan
Tagged bio-medical, biomedical, cabinet, cess, cess pool, drum, liquid nitrogen, planet, pollution, pool, Science, specimen, steel, stew, storage
When I think of Donald Trump, I think of poop.
Posted in Manhattan, People
Tagged birther, Donald Trump, gold, port-a-potty, porta-potty, shit, shit stain, The Trump World Tower, Trump Towers, ugly
I’m sick to death of hearing about how hipsters, kids from Ohio, bearded bicyclists or any young person that’s not a mindless banker from Jersey is ruining their neighborhood.
Is there no room for new people in New York City? WTF? Stop blaming your problems on a demographic that can’t even be defined. Just like when you generalize who “hipsters” are as being destructive to your old school digs, so can the generalizations of “hard-working families” as anyone that isn’t young, cool or not fans of Dancing With The Stars just fits into that more appreciated demographic. Well, let me tell you, the “hard-working families” of North Brooklyn can also mean racist, homophobic, destructive, belligerant thugs and bitches that don’t blame themselves for anything and live a life not unlike those super-sized disasters that we see at Wal-Mart in Nebraska on the Internet.
If for every new hipster that moves to Greenpoint, a non-hipster that believes they somehow deserve 11222 residence more has to leave, then so be it. If it means for every new hipster, it’s one less non-working dirt bag that’s sleeping, barfing, shitting and screaming in my park; one less fat-faced kid littering trash on my block without shame or parents with any care, ten feet from a trash can; one less idiot putting half-eaten pizza and potato chips in tree pits thinking that they are doing a service for local wildlife; one less woman beating the shit out of their kids on the bus; one less closeted homosexual NRA nut who likes to burn out his tires while listening to raging house music from his red and white eagle stickered pickup truck; one less hard-working family man who only shops at chain stores that put small businesses out and cause unprecedented environmental consequences so they can save pennies on their unneeded mass-produced, foreign plastic products; one less angry dependent who thinks Brooklyn owes them something for being here longer than me; one less middle-aged woman barely dressed, scratching lotto tickets on her stoop all day every day with my state taxes; one less clueless neighbor who doesn’t understand what is actually recyclable; one less careless parent who looks the other way while their child destroys tree branches, defaces statues with swastikas and beats up old drunks in McGolrick Park; one less glass bottle collector that wakes up every light sleeper in the neighborhood collecting at 3am; one less religious store keeper that provides all the liquor, beer, porn and tobacco for the neighborhood; one less fast-food eating, non-local food enjoying, non-local agriculture supporting meat head; and finally, one less Manhattan Avenue junkie screaming at invisible demons while the ole ninety fourth takes a nice long break; then so be it.
People have been asking me why I have loved New York for over a decade and my response has always included some line about the “diverse cultures” that inhabit NYC, but you know what? Maybe I should forget that. I appreciate citizens that came from other parts of this country that couldn’t deal with the intolerant hilljacks of Madison County, and came to this urban bubble to collectively take over and turn it into a nature appreciating, food exploring, non-violent, generally tolerant band of new-wave hippies that don’t cause pool riots or look the other way when the fucking Exxon Valdez is under their homes. Ideally we all get along and truly enjoy each other’s company, or all find the importance of having such different views. I wrote this piece for any mainstream journalist or New Yorker on the street that has some generalized complaint about hipsters.
You’re no better, so stop hipster-hating.
Posted in Greenpoint, LOUISADA, Manhattan, Music, People, Williamsburg
Tagged anti-hipster, essay, Hipster, Hipsters, pro-hipster, rant
From 2nd Avenue and 21st Street, Manhattan.
I walked from the Upper East Side of Manhattan to the Lower East Side after work last Friday. It was about 4 miles total. It felt great to do, but it was also 80% humidity outside and an epic case of swamp ass. Here’s a steamed up shot from East 54th Street .
From the United Nations on First Avenue, Manhattan.