the fish is late: the weekend tourist

unfortunately, the timeliness of personal illustrations & ruminations is out of whack. wacky. something. at any rate, i mean i don't have a digital camera, so i have to wait for film to come back to me, well, first to escape the tupperware in the fridge & then come back to me. so travelin' posts must be illustrated by the work of others, for the time being. for example, the ocean photo was taken last spring. but it still looks like me.

me & my magnificent red scarf. sigh.

make him tell you how to row a rowboat across the sea.

there's a want ad in the advance for a girl friday. i would love to be able to say that about myself. there is one hip bar on staten island & that was friday, where there is also one jug band on staten island. even on fridays. the vampire bunnies song was not played twice but still i was content.

my parents came to visit me, they stayed in a hotel & wondered vaguely what we were all doing here. we were cooking & then eating dinner. do you like salmon? do you like cranberries? i do.
i also like cranberry bogs; there's something banshee-ish about them. when one day i explain my relationship with new jersey i will definitely mention cranberry bogs. also i will mention its chaotic, bermuda-triangle-esque events, like this one. i would like to find twenty bucks, let alone five million.
we were also delighted by strawberries covered in chocolate. imagine, there's a whole allergic population that will never know the pleasure. i wonder what i'm missing out on?

becuase it is february, & because there is nothing to do here (at least that my parents would enjoy, in february anyway. what is it about february?) we voyaged over bridge & bridge to manhattan, to central park, to see the gates. which was definitely an experience. as a photographer i had a field day, because Christo & Jeanne-Claude were absolutely correct about the colors. personally i think 21 million dollars & 20 years could be better spent, but i'm not a conceptual artist, the fabric was very tangible & tangerine, & it was a "happening", as me mum said: never have i seen so many out in the park in february.
also it's (deliberately, of course) ephemeral. blink & it's gone. if it takes you 16 days to blink.
photo by wolfgang volz (what a moniker):



& if you wanted to know, current all-i-listen-to soundtrack: Funeral, the Arcade Fire.
nice. also if you click on the floating house you can see the flood from inside.

apparently you really have to know how to cook a turtle, he says.

we're melting the icecaps at an insidious rate, you know. you have no right using an SUV in the city, you ignorant, indifferent oileater.

don't remember where you've been? make a customized map of your travels. this is mine:




soon there comes the story of the intrepid Lt. Drinkwater.
also my thoughts on the anime that didn't exist for 20 years.