Wednesday, May 27, 2009

DS09 begins within the hour.

Who knows if I'll be able to post? I just picked out the most amazing car soundtrack, from Blind Willie McTell to T-Bone Walker to Curtis Mayfield to Prince to...Atlanta's Marvelous 3. I packed Peter Guralnick's Sweet Soul Music and a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, which I've never read. I have my trusty D50, accompanied by four lenses, and I think I may buy a Lomo fisheye on the way to the airport if I have time.

I can't wait to meet three most awesome people in ATL and eat, shoot, drink, and camp together. Onward.


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Harvard Square Station Wide Angle (DH09)

I bought a new lens today, and I love it. In 19 hours, I am gone.

Monday, May 25, 2009

SEPTA vs. Amtrak (DH09)

Totally accidental shot. I have two entire trips' worth of Philly photos to some point.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

I spent a night in Ann Arbor, and all I got were these two bizarre photographs.

UP #248: Corned Beef Hash at Angelo's, and...

UP #247: Totally Dead Raccoon

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What mode will I be in during DS09?

a. vigor
b. furor
c. grace

Why is my entire life governed by lines I wrote when I was 19?

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Extremely Perplexed Rich People (at Fenway)

When C. and I arrived at our free Loge Box seats at Fenway last night, we found a family of four already occupying them. The father, expecting thus inevitable moment, stepped forward and offered to exchange his tickets with ours. "I don't care about the game," he said in a British or Australian accent. "I just want to keep the family together." He pointed out where his own seats were: just behind the Red Sox dugout. In disbelief, I asked to see the tickets. Sure enough, they were real, field box tickets. We made the swap and headed down to the seats, eight rows off the field.

Upon entering the Field Box, we noticed a change in the atmosphere of the park. No longer was I taunted but rather questioned for wearing a Mets shirt. The crowd was very subdued, with a far lower percentage of fans wearing fan gear. "What is your connection to the Mets?" asked a day-trader looking guy, sitting with a friend wearing a $200 play shirt and $500 watch. "How did you get these tickets?" asked an older couple who manner and clean appearance felt very Cape Cod. Another gentleman, a veteran of "the tennis business," claimed that we would not "have much to worry about" being Mets fans in this section. "It's very corporate down here."

And it was. It was the Acela crowd transplaced into Fenway. And they couldn't understand how we had gotten there (or how we could be older than 17). The nice couple we sat next to even asked to see our tickets.

It was a strange experience, made more rewarding by the Mets' 5-3 victory.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

The Soo Experience

Sault Ste. Marie is pronounced Soo Saint Marie. Its eponymous, Canadian twin city is five times larger, and some people still speak French there. Both cities form a dot on the map that you may have seen in your fourth grade social studies book. On Day Eight of UP08, Dan and I actually went there.

We'd camped at Tahquamenon Falls the night before, then checked out the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum with a bunch of Amish tourists. At the museum, we explored some eerie artifacts from the Edmund Fitzgerald, a lake freighter that sunk mysteriously in 1975, killing all 29 aboard. Our daily quest for American ghosts satisfied, we cruised narrow forest roads, passed through a few Indian casino towns, and arrived in Sault Ste. Marie for lunch.

We expected to blow through town, then hit the road toward Ann Arbor. But something about the city kept my attention...and Dan's. It wasn't the waitress who didn't flirt back or the really excellent Reuben I had. The gaudy neon motel signs all over town helped hold our attention...

...and the owner of this masterpiece came out to question the weirdos shooting her sign. She didn't know much about its history, but instead suggested that we head across the border to party on the the Canadian side of the St. Marys River. But Dan didn't bring his passport. The motel owner didn't have one at all. She'd lived in Sault Ste. Marie all of her 40ish years but had never crossed the bridge into Canada.

So why did we spend all afternoon in Sault Ste Marie? The same reason a lot of people hang out there: the ships.

Even a non-nerd can admit that the sight of an 80,000-ton laker threading its way through the locks without any assistance from tugboats is pretty cool.

And we saw some pretty cool ships that day. For instance, there are only twelve thousand-footers that transport coal and ore on the lakes. They're actually too big to make it through the St. Lawrence Seaway to salt water. Two of them happened to show up when we did:

Indiana Harbor

Edwin H. Gott

A fellow nerd informed us that the Arthur M. Anderson, the last ship to have had radio contact with the ill-fated Fitzgerald, was to arrive. Sure enough, the then-56-year-old laker rounded the easterly bend in the St. Mary's, sidled up to a bulkhead wall, and tied up to wait her turn through the locks. The Anderson's crew found no survivors where the Fitzgerald went down in 1975. But for the Anderson itself, life had gone on for more than 30 years.

With our day in northern Michigan weirdly complete, we hit the highway, hoping to find a good time in Ann Arbor. It was the peak of the gas crisis, and it cost us $85 for one tank of gas. Sadly, Ann Arbor would prove to suck.

Photos are from UP DAY EIGHT.

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Just had towniest sighting ever: skinny 12 year old kid smoking with father while walking pit bull puppy through union square.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Having paulaner hefeweizen in philly train station to celebrate completion of 8 weeks of work travel.

Monday, May 18, 2009

UP #227: Skyline Motel, Sault Ste. Marie, Mich.

UP #225: Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum Register, Paradise, Mich.

UP #223: Curley's Motel, Paradise, Mich.

Making Progress

Trying to connect the dots, work in some SC, and still hit towns called Estiffanulga and Hephzibah.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Now on way to phl, with planned stopover in penn for high quality chicken roll. Last work trip of season.

UP #220: Tahquamenon Falls

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Back to This

That is: UP #221: Rob and Dan at Tahquamenon Falls.

In just a week and a half, we ship out for the Deep South and whatever experiences it has to offer us. It has been a tough week (no posts for seven days) and a tough spring. I am alive and exhausted and ready to move forward with many goals. These goals include completing the construction of Infrastructure, doing more with my many photos, and, oh yeah, mastering my new job. I also have to decide where to live in America. No big deal.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

Spring in Boston

I experience it in tiny sips.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Teele Sq Wreck

Somerville Police cruiser 187 appears to have been involved in a serious crash with a white compact car at North St. and Broadway. Both cars were just towed out by the infamous Pat's Towing. A DPW salt/sand spreader has found mid-spring work sanding the oil-slicked Broadway.

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I am spending 36 hours in Boston between weeks in NY and I like the vibe here A Lot More.

Friday, May 08, 2009

Father, Son (DH09)

Just discovered this and should have posted it with my Revere Beach stuff last month.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Deep South Dates Set.

Evening of Wednesday, May 27: Arrive in ATL.
Thurs, May 27-Fri June 5: DEEP SOUTH.
Fri June 5-Sun June 7: DC weekend, featuring Mets-Nats series.

If you are interested in this exploration of America and would like to join us, please show up in the main terminal building of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport between 9:30 and 10 p.m. EST on May 27th.


Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Just in time for DEEP SOUTH 09...

Pirate cops in East Texas are allegedly robbing motorists of cash and jewelry.


Monday, May 04, 2009

Beachgoers at Sunset (DH09)


Here's Erich landing in Norwood two weekends ago. We had a great time shuttling around eastern Mass. and having dinner in Provincetown. The pics are on Flickr.

Now I'm in Manhattan for meetings. Meade and I just bought our plane tickets to Atlanta for DEEP SOUTH 09. It truly is on.

I am working a lot and haven't slept (well) in three days. Perhaps tonight will be the night.

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Friday, May 01, 2009

Why does it cost $530 to fly from Philly to Boston ONE WAY?