Category: real life

Scratch ’n Sniff Dot Net

Trash Pickup Aftermath // Brooklyn NY // 2015
Trash Pickup Aftermath // Brooklyn NY // 2015

If the web was scratch ‘n sniff, how many posts would you bring to your nose? 

If sites and blogs emitted odors, how far would you keep your phone from your face when you check the subway status?

The internet, as with a war epic or a make-out scene in a barn or a Victorian-era period film, is easy to romanticize (and project ourselves into) because it doesn’t smell.

The Alternate Side

20230814.1040

90 minutes
1x / week
give or take
holiday suspensions

78 hours =
3¼ days
every year

give and take
time suspended
sitting
idling
avoiding citation

on the alternate side

standing still
in the driver’s seat
nothing but space
on the alternate side

to

go figure
the moon out
yourself out
the odds
the risks

in my ny city
fruit hangs low,

so low,
aamof,
that


parking enforcement officers,
none the wiser,
sweep the vehicles
even when
the street sweeper
never shows to
sweep the streets

and no one
with a fresh ticket
on their unattended car,
nestled between
wiper blade and windshield,
is any the wiser
to the unswept grit
left underfoot
or the inside grift
right out in the open

on the alternate side

Is It Lily?

“…We dated, like, freshman year, and it went really bad and to this day he still calls me a bitch.”

“What? Really?”

“For, like, a year and a half! His friends, too. And they don’t even know me!”

“Shutup! One, you are not a bitch. And two, you have never been a bitch.”…

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Luna & the Big Poloma

“So Tom Cruise enjoys the intimate company of a grapefruit cocktail?” Luna piped up, inquisitive, as we lingered over some new sidewalk scrawl on 4th Avenue.

We had just walked through an adjacent park that contains our neighborhood’s biggest playground, a full soccer pitch, 8 handball walls, a skate park, a dog run, six basketball courts, and two small community gardens.…

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An American Wall

Eastern Wall of the Richmond Police Department Headquarters
Grace and Jefferson Streets
Richmond, VA
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Sculpture
“Thin Blue Line,” Michael Stutz (2005)
Public Art Commission

Plaque
“Site Of The House In Which
Samuel Preston Moore
Surgeon General
Confederate States of America
Lived From 1863 To 1865

This Tablet Is Placed By The
Confederate Memorial Literary Society A.D.

Net Speed

The internet from the start offered a grand social paradox. Everything’s apart together, but also together apart. And everyone’s alone together, but also together alone.

Fwiw, pandemic lockdowns aligned our interactions in the physical world to how we interact with each other on the internet. Everyone alone together, and together alone.…

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low-priority throttle

This Terminal command to disable MacOS’s default “low-priority throttle” has been indispensible while backing up with Time Machine of late:

sudo sysctl debug.lowpri_throttle_enabled=0

Leaving it on (“=1”) shunts the backup to the last in line for the CPU no matter what. My backup process, however, is a VIP club goer.

Would that I could control, with one simple line of code, the throttle on my darkest thoughts.…

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(xtra)terrestrial vacation

The idea that alien life forms would conform to our dimensional perspectives and physics, and yet still leave themselves vulnerable to human weapons and hate, is naive.

“An Earthland vacation this light-year? Really?”

“I heard it’s pretty, and I always wanted to go.”

“Okay, but just remember to bring ‘sion-block-“

“Yes, I packed ‘sion-block!”



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70-year shutter click


My IRL family, Maplewood, NJ, 1981 [me: 2nd from bottom left; paternal grandparents Ida & Morris: top row left; self-timer composition, Kodak stock, format unknown]

Down in Florida last month, I began to organize my parents’ 6 bins of photographs, the earliest of which reached back into the 1880s. Aside from being an invaluable record of my family history, the trove also provides, upstream, a fractal of the entire era of mass manual photography.…

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The No Net Kids

“Hey Westy, when you grew up with no internet, what on Earth did you do for fun?”

Action Park, Vernon, NJ 1982

Caracas, Venezuela 1980

Myrtle Beach, SC 1981

lol. Wouldn’t trade my 80s childhood for all the TikTok in China.

The Former Musician’s Blues

a former musician, surrounded by destroyed instruments, under a pink sky, photographed by William Eggleston

DALL-E 2 AI INPUT: “A former musician, surrounded by destroyed instruments, under a pink sky, photographed by William Eggleston” (2022)

Someone randomly came into one of my social feeds today with “former musician” in their bio, and the notion sent me, well, riffing…

What, exactly, constitutes a “former” musician?

Did they never “make it?”…

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Warring Thoughts

the trick is to get paid for just being you

to “turn a trick” is to be paid to be someone else’s “you”

adopting war terminology for sports (“bomb,” “shotgun,” “blitz,” “strikers,” “defense,” “offence,” “flanks,” “attack,” “sacking,” etc) turned war into sports

Now, those not fighting are said to be “on the sidelines.”…

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