Trivial Complexity in Communications:

http://www.physorg.com/news160911231.html

Something to put my OCD to rest

Piquing site of the day:

http://www.worldartmiracle.com/

Wild Irish Rose

I've lived in this Brooklyn apartment for 222 days now. Every morning the block wino has started his day on one of the street's stoops (usually mine) with a fifth of Wild Irish Rose in a paper bag. He's there by nine every morning, has no front teeth, can barely speak, and has been apparently homeless since the old laundromat around the corner shut down after the owner's husband died.

Every time I step in or out of my building I recieve the exact same wave - a lifting of the spindly left hand that appears to require all of the energy conserved since my last passing. His right hand remains wrapped loosely around the bagged bottle in his lap, often hours after it's been emptied. Accompanying the wave is a vague whisper that escapes the gap in his teeth. It's mostly a heavy breath out with slight vocal manipulation. It took me over a month of these passings to realize that he's saying "alright".

I'd like to see him when he was my age.

Job hunting on Craigslist never lets me down.

Needed: One Unstructured Men's Jacket (original) (New York)

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Date: 2009-04-10, 1:05PM EDT

I am an extra large man searching for an in-expensive unstructured cotton jacket to be created for me to wear in the summertime. 
Looking for a beginning designer searching to make a few extra bucks by creating a very simple, cotton, unlined, lightweight, unstructured jacket. 
I am a regular size 58 portly long. I would like something very lightweight that can be rolled in an overnight bag. Packed away to far off hot lands and worn despite its wrinkles. 
And, I'm looking to do this for $100 total plus shipping. 

yep.

yep.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qE3pGYjz8Ws

ThingsThatWillMakeYouStartBloggingAgain

Notable events of the past two days:

Sunday:

While rock climbing: a mentally disabled woman attempts to attack my me, my partner, and dog while crying "Evil! Die! BAD, BAD!" - Thwarted by her father.  

Later she exacts her revenge by grabbing my coffee off the trail, taking a swig, popping the plastic lid off and dumping the remaining half cup straight into my left boot which was sitting innocently astride.  Again, she is paternally prempted.  Minutes later however she returns to finish her work, slurping the remaining caffeine drops from the parted lid and carefully upending the cup itself so it sits nicely emptied, upside-down, perfectly aside my climbing rope.  This is not a joke.

Monday:

A man stops me on the walk directly in front of my building to congratulate me.  He remembers when "the first one of you moved onto this block.  It was December '05.  Well after 911" of course.  He is, naturally, a "Nation-of-Islam-raised-racist-mother-fucker".  Clearly I've made a new friend, given by the amount of hand shaking and back patting going on.

Later on Monday:

A black couple - man dressed all in black with a white hat, woman dressed all in white with black hair walk into the coffee shop.  The argument disappears to the back room, but his leather bag and leather gloves remain sitting next to me, awaiting his reclamation.