Thursday, February 26, 2015

Look, Ma! No cavities!!

Well, if the river was whiskey, I'd be a divin' duck... (click here)

Bushwick in the Early 80s

Meryl Meisler (click here)

I'm getting over this thing where I believe I can't post anything without editorial comment.  Photos like this help though because they speak for themselves.

Monday, February 23, 2015

50 Shades of Class Discrimination

This was, at first glance, one of those "it's funny cuz it's true" things.  It made me chuckle.  Then upon second thought, it was less funny "cuz it's true."

That's how things work in a country that worships money.  If Mr. Grey were poor, it would have been a rape/kidnapping crime drama.

Saturday, February 21, 2015


Greenwood Cemetary February 21, 2015

Friday, February 20, 2015

This isn't going to end well...

50 Shades of Ouch

Not because women are doing anything wrong, but mostly because men are dicks.  Wait and see how many sexual assaults are explained away by slimy mong defense lawyers as being reenactments.

Just wait.

Okay then...

Well now...

Long pause... There is a side of me that questions the legitimacy of news sources like The Independent
when in a world of comb-overs and dodgy fashion that is world politics they consider this newsworthy.  It's always worth repeating, however, that politics is show business for the ugly so what the hell.  Go for it guys.  This 'do is pretty splendid.  Kim gets a high-five for this one.

It would also be fair to ask why this is on my radar, but again, why not?  Would it be better to talk about the weather?

"It's soooo cold this morning..."

"How cold is it?"

We're well into a second generation of familial peculiarity with North Korean politics.  Who really has any clue just how insane the situation over there really is?  My suspicion stops just sort of tin-foil helmet conspiracy ideology, BUT... and here is my big but... Something tells me that day to day life in North Korea is more pedestrian than it is presented here in The West.  I do suspect that reality falls far short of the science fictionish stuff we see on the news.

Then again there is the architectural hair and uniform, kind of Fritz Lang meets Klaus Nomi.  One never knows...

Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Wish

via When We Were Still Surrealists

Don't ask me what I'm thinking.


You probably don't want to know, firstly, and you most likely won't believe how little is actually going on. It is often just this simple.

Other times it gets deep.


Oliver Sacks, on dying...


One word:  Grace

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Commuting in the Northeast, February 2015...

Got on the B train (Mr. Wilford's Miracle Engine) at Newkirk Plaza at 8:30 this morning... ate a couple babies (I hate that I know that babies taste best.)... gnawed someone's arm off... started an armed insurrection... made it to work at 9:45, frozen but free.

My Funny Valentine

Statistics 101

Maybe this is wishful thinking, but I'm pretty certain you can tell more about a nation and a culture from their porn consumption than pretty much anything else.  There is a lot of information to parse if you click the "stats" link above, but it's worth the trip down this particular rabbit hole.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Google "douche"

See tourist in 15f weather

Thursday, February 12, 2015

We'll spite our noses right off of our faces...

I reckon any good song will speak for itself, and this one really does.  Anyone can pop off a stupid love song, can't they?  There are enough of them out there.  You'd think that people would have... no... stop.

Someone has to get real with them though, don't they.  John Prine is always good for getting real.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


That upper level there, where Michael Jordan's Steak House is now by the Vanderbilt Avenue entrance, used to be the waiting area.  You would queue up to purchase your ticket to here or there, and then go upstairs.  If you were lucky you could find a seat on one of the long wooden benches.  It was a mixed lot.  There were commuters.  There were students waiting to head off Upstate or New England.  There were homeless people.  

It always smelled.  There was smoking.  There was drinking.  You weren't supposed to drink but it was the least of anybody's concern.

There is nowhere to sit now in GCT unless you are lucky enough to be able to afford food or a cocktail.  Kind of weird for a transportation hub, right?  People still have to wait, but... 

Well, keep it moving.  

I don't know what it is...

Andreas Golder

... that reminds me of my own mortality.  It would be easy enough to say that dying doesn't scare me, but that doesn't explain the dread this evokes.  It's not just this particular piece by Golder.  There are several where the image decays into space and it's the same with all of them.

Just maybe, after all these years, what concerns me isn't so much dying as it is decaying into space, and leaving no trace at all that there was ever a MacGregor here to begin with.


Oh, Ego... you are still here nagging away at me like a bill collector.

On the phone.

At the door.

Out on the street, smiling with your hand extended.

"Good to see you, sir."

"Uh, I don't know you!"

And walk on and get carried away in the day's business which brings little or no satisfaction and then home again where Ego waits on the stoop like a family pet.  He rises as you approach, wagging his tail furiously.

"Feed me."

And I do, and I go to bed troubled, as if there is something I'm forgetting and I wake up at odd hours wondering how I will attend to my business with no sleep.  The air smells like...


Squandered time?

Missed opportunities?

And sleep comes and I dream that I am disintegrating and I've only two hands to gather up the pieces so they're not lost as I go but some fall and skitter away in the wind like leaves and I fear I will never again be whole and I, I, I, I, I...

"Your I's are too close together.  That fucks up your vision."

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Jumping Balls

Get your minds out of the gutter, you pigs.  It's a fucking toy!  And, er... yes... they COME IN ADULT SIZES (CLICK HERE)

Feb. 2, 2015