Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
I got back last night. There was a line of 300+ people waiting for taxis--the line ran the entire length of the sidewalk in front of the terminal--so I opted for the bus. Got on the wrong bus, naturally. It dropped me off at the 7 eventually but it added 45 minutes to my trip home. I got home sweaty and angry as fuck. Oh, and I found out that I have 2.5 weeks of unemployment left. After that, everything comes out of savings. It's really great to be back in NY. Fantastic.
I'll be posting various photos over the next few days. Or not. The black dogs are with me right now.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sorry for the delay. I had an empty tank for a few days. But thinking-walks along the beach in the morning gave me a lot of raw material.
Monday, May 07, 2012
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Elizabeth Wong. We saw an osprey make a few efforts to skim mullet out of the water and also witnessed a dolphin splashing around in the shallow.
I was in the studio late last night (not working so much as listening to music) and I left around 1:30a to head back to the house. I noticed the motion detector lights were on so I snuck up to the corner of the building and took a look--two large raccoons were poking around. I can't stand those varmints to I tried to shoo them off by flapping a door mat at them . . . they were suitably unimpressed and didn't move until I whipped a few clam shells at them. Tonight in the same spot, I found a few stick insects doing it like the goddamn whores that they are.
Friday, May 04, 2012
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Yesterday, I got one of the Hermitage bikes back in running order--a new inner tube and some WD40 on the salt-air corroded chain and gears. I rode south a few miles to Stump Pass State Park, locked up and spent an hour or so walking the beach. I collected just a few shark's teeth and saw the desiccated, picked over carcass of some large fish. Back on the bike to the section of road with the restaurants and stores. Picked up a four pack of PBR tall boys (cheap!) at the Circle K and had lunch at a place called The Lock and Key--a delicious fried oyster po' boy and a giant Yuengling. The place was nice and the waitress lady extra nice but the music was atrocious . . . I had to sit through a live version of Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville (a version in which the audience shouts "SALT! SALT! SALT!" after that line about the lost shaker of salt) and several light country songs about sexy girls doing summertime yoga in the back of a pickup truck or whatever. Saddled back up and rode back to the Hermitage and got to work.