Presidents Daze

The wind picked up a little today and Astoria was brought down to a brisk 30 something.
Did laundry today, and read the Watchmen.

Yes yes I gave into the spell of the black-and-yellow-bound picture book that's been published practically since my birth and ignored until a flashy Hollywood trailer slapped me in the face.

Dear Reader, you are not a tool for not having read this before. I give you permission to read it just because they're making it a movie. And I'm not saying this because it's what I did, either.

While a lot about this story might seem borrowed, I still loved it, for a lot of reasons. I particularly enjoyed the play on the big bad G.I. Joe brute with the Comedian character. The fact that they wrote the character to be actually playing this part ironically made it especially fun. Like a super-Colbert. This was in 1986!

Good fun.

Painting, hulu

Presenting the thing I just finished:





And now....

A shameless video link.
If you're like me and both (a) love Bjork and (b) are not sure what to think of the newish female SNL staffer who is in 90% of the sketches now,
then you no longer are like me because (b) was put to rest when I saw the weekend update dead-on impression of Bjork:

The great Norwhal robbery

Washington DC

Gitmo protesters, less than a week from their goal.
Early morning monument.

Air and Space.

I found some pictures of a trip some people took to Washington DC. Unfortunately I was home sick and that's that.

But if I was there, I'm sure it was a very historic occasion with millions of people in a pretty good mood.

We went to Boston Quite some Time Ago

and it was a good trip. We drove up through southern New England right as autumn was yawning and rubbing her eyes. Boston offered some nice distractions, not the least of which were the eats. The north church part of town was so old I couldn't stand to stay there for too long. Just like when you were in your grandparents' bedroom as a child and looking around at the old pictures and letters, felt a surging spike in your sense of mortality, though at the time, you didn't know that's what it was, you just wanted to go outside and run around and play until you didn't know up from down. Or play video games until your eyes rotted. Yeah. Just like that. Here... are some photos.

Brazil Day

Jorge on the big screen. They had these huge monitors and entire set of amplifiers for every block or so. The police started restricting movement from block to block once the main stage fired up.

Miranda and a samba dancer. A lot of birds died so you could enjoy this photograph.

These guys were playing on Little Brazil street. In the background some travel ads. Apparently Julio Bogoricin is the place to be.

August 31 was Brazilian Day. We were able to see Jorge Benjor perform. He's gotten along in years but I am here to say that he rocks the block. This was free by the way. Just one of those goings-on about town.

The Home Stretch

Northward on 35th

(Glancing behind)

It has since grown back, a little

My hair-growing capacity remains (more than can be said for ET)