I vote for more than one bike month.
• So it has been a good thousand days. A few years ago, it got off to an action-packed start, with this little quote from Day 2:
“…two of them start beating the dreads guy’s head against a parked car’s door… Blood is running down the faces of at least 3 of the men, several have cuts near their ears that look pretty rough, the dreads guy has blood coming from his nose, perhaps mouth.”
I’ve been debating about it, and I think I may be dropping the “day” nomenclature. At least to see how it feels for a while. We’ll see. In the meantime, here are some recent film scans from an old Canon SureShot 80 I’ve been testing out for a few months.
A concrete factory near the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn.
Timeless Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
Maybe one day. Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
Spare mountain bike tires. Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
Foodstuffs outside of Mama’s Food Shop in the East Village, Manhattan.
• I caught up with Mr. Appalachia, Corey, and Jenn over at that new barbecue place that replaced the old barbecue place (Biscuit BBQ) on Fifth Avenue in Park Slope, and the verdict is in: it is somehow equally bland. While the food has more flavor, the lameness of everything being served in Mason jars combined with overpriced meat results in a bland experience.
• I walked to a bodega last night about a block from my apartment for some gatorade and heard no less than three cars rocking the new Lil Wayne album. I mean, I’m certainly not one to hate on him, but it’s no Weezy mixtape. Just saying.
• Also: a goodbye goes out to my dear grandmother. She’ll be missed.