The Natural Stormtrooper

Buy this t-shirt. (I'll take a 2XL, thanks).

My other blog's a porsche.

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Mack Doggies

This fabulous beast was parked outside the building site on the corner of 34th ave and Steinway in Astoria, New York. Under the extremely watchful gaze of the driver, I took some pictures.

While visiting the Staten Island University Hospital North today, I was quite surprised to find this wild turkey walking on the ambulance ramp. Wild? It was livid. It was honking and gobbling and all pissed off 'cos it couldn't find its mates. Apparently a whole flock had landed in the neighborhood. I got as close as I dared, because it was a big bastard and it came up to my waist.

Please think through a building design

This is the floor plan next to the elevators at the Staten Island University Hospital North (associated with the Long Island Jewish Health System). I think It may have have a slight design flaw

Phantom Cell Phone

Here's a new ailment bought on by technology; sometimes I feel my cell phone in my trouser pocket vibrate. But my phone isn't there. Freaky.

England Vs America

During the course of a week, I collect many fascinating stories, web links and conversations (as well as a few cease and desist letters). Sometimes these things reveal a pattern or synchronicity that would make one wonder if there were an omnipotent being or prime mover or…no, lost the thought. Anyway, back to the point, this week’s revelation is the exactly the same, but totally different, uses of language in England Vs America.

My favorite point of difference/similarity is the use of the put-down, “Toy.” In the USA, it is used to describe a silly, childish person, an idiot or an objectionable person. In England, the same thing would be “Muppet.” I’m thinking that maybe we could bring these two thoughts together and just call those silly, objectionable people, “Dancing Elmo®.” Just a thought.

Gotta love the Chrysler Building.

I currently have the pleasure of working opposite the most beautiful building in New York (in my opinion, so don't get all "Empire State Rules, dude," 'cos this is my blog and I like the Chrysler better, ok?).

Alas, my company is about to move uptown, and nowhere near anything cool, except maybe the Lipstick building.

Grand Central Station

This is just one of the pictures that I've posted at www.citynoise.org. It's an excellent site with interesting comentary from an eclectic group of people. There's posts from nearly incomprehensible gang members all the way to brilliant poets, and they are all equal.

Strangely Poetic Spam

I hate spam. I loathe it. I have a dream of being in a bar and the person next to me is bragging that they are a spammer and I turn into a red rage and break a bottle off on the bar and stick them -- there is blood everywhere, gouts of it splashing up the curtains and I'm screaming, "NOT IN MY INBOX." All this coming from a pacifist.

So I'm suprising myself by posting this penis enlargment spam e-mail:


> New Penis Enlargement Patches!
>
> I prefer liberty to chains of diamonds.
> I never know how much of what I say is true.
> Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.
> The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.
>
> I don't really trust a sane person.


Is this simply a collection of song lyrics shoved together to foil anti-spam software? Or does this spammer have a soul?