that’s how it goes. everything flies through the windshield. -colum mccann, let the great world spin
bibio - lovers’ carvings
we seldom know what we’re hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. we return to the moment to experience it, i suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what it really was, what it meant. -colum mccann, let the great world spin
the intersection of man with the city, the abruptly reformed, the newly appropriated public space, the city as art. walk up there and make it new. -colum mccann, let the great world spin
tamales in sunnyside
monika has the holiday tamale lowdown in the ‘hood… Tamales and pasteles, as they’re known in the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico, are traditional Latin American holiday fare. Here are few places to find them in Sunnyside.
the street lights flickered. a plastic bag tumbled. some shoes were strung on the high telephone wire. -colum mccann, let the great world spin
i posted this on my other blog a few weeks ago, realized it never went up here… big city, big tings a gwan. tracks that intertwine and never end, connecting and separating at the very same time. marathons and halloweens and world series championships and fall-to-winter-bluster and purchased mayoral elections and goldstone report votes (44 abstentions?) and speeches upon speeches to be...
i prefer to dream that its polished surfaces represent and promise the infinite… light is provided by some spherical fruit which bear the name of lamps. -jorge louis borges