Sunday, June 28, 2009

Wogie's and stuff

We will be holding court at Wogie's on Tuesday, then going to a show at Pianos, in case you want to come.

We've found a drummer for Infrastructure and are now rehearsing on weekends in Boston. Shows in a few months, I hope.

More Deep South photos and stories to come.

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Writing from the atrocious Q65 bus. Nothing reviles and inspires like Queens, a place no one knows anything about.

ACELA FINALLY HAS WIFI!

It's a test run, and it's a little slow, but it's working. This may be the death knell for the LimoLiner. And it's one more reason for me not to get a toolish Blackberry or iPhone (yes, the iPhone is toolish, and I am a contrarian. With ubiquitous wireless access available, why do I need the internet in my pocket?).

Congratulations to Amtrak for making the Northeast Corridor an even better choice for travelers between Washington and Boston. Now, if only other lines in the system could make money, maybe they'd get free wifi, too.

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Since I did not make my annual "dark, cloudy day in June" post,

I feel the need to point out for the record that Boston has now had three straight weeks of cloud and rain. The solstice was obscured by gray. Each night, the sun attempts to stay out later, but only a diffuse, light gray is mustered. It is presently June 24, 9:23 a.m., 58 degrees and pouring rain.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Scottish Rite Temple, Mobile, Ala. (DS09)


On our way to grilled oysters, we stumbled upon this oddity.

Monday, June 22, 2009

"My Heritage, Your Ignorance," Tallahassee, Fla. (DS09)


Shot at a red light. This is why I like the front passenger seat.

The Worst Sound on Earth

The fancy new condo building across the street in Teele Square has its own tiny garage. The driveway crosses the busy sidewalk on Broadway, so there is an alarm that sounds whenever the garage door is open. Residents seem to open the garage door when they leave their apartment, then walk down to their Audi, start it up and drive away. All the while, the alarm sounds, warning pedestrians that a vehicle might cross the sidewalk. The alarm shuts off if the resident remembers to close the garage door.

The first alarm the building used sounded like a giant blender full of mice. The horrific squealing sound would bother me at all hours of the night and day, too high-pitched to tune out. Then, there was a long, silent period. I figured that people had complained and that the alarm was gone for good.

Last week, a man came with a pickup truck and a ladder. He banged and banged with his hammer, and installed a strobe light where the old alarm he had been. Then, he installed a new alarm that sounds like cattle being electrocuted. The thing buzzes in a loud, obnoxious, staccato meter. And it NEVER SHUTS OFF. All day and night, the thing buzzes. I'm listening to a CD at my desk, and I can actually hear the alarm clearly over my music.

Of course, some douchebag has left the garage door open once again, which is why the alarm continues incessantly. I wonder what I will do to resolve this.

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Beachfront Golgotha, Highland View, Fla. (DS09)


Saturday, June 20, 2009

A&B Bar-B-Q, Jasper, Fla. (DS09/DH09)


Good luck finding this place. We stopped for directions and drove past it three times before finally locating it. And that was after getting to Jasper, Florida.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The Beginning of a Thousand Journeys


This is not the Deep South. This is my (former) bus stop in Queens, the place from which I started leaving home for the first time, first to go to high school in Manhattan, then to the rest of America.

More Deep South soon.

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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Savannah, 3 a.m. ("Youthful and Exuberant") (DS09/DH09)


All four of us retired to the hotel, but Dan and I knew that there was still life outside, so we took to the streets at about 2:30. We got into town at about 12:30 and expected nothing to be going on. We were happy to be wrong.

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Real Hephzibah People, Hephzibah, Ga. (DS09/DH09)


We found gas stations to be popular teenage hangouts throughout the rural south, much like delis are popular hangouts in Queens.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Abandoned Catfish Stand, McCormack, S.C. (DS09)


I have no strategy for posting or exhibiting Deep South photographs. When I shot the Upper Peninsula last year, I said I'd use photos to tell the story of the trip. I posted 248, but still haven't finished. I also don't think that anyone cared.

Working from the 2300+ film and digital images I shot in the Deep South, I'm just going to post images that speak to me. I hope you (pl) enjoy some of them.

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Monday, June 15, 2009

New England Product(s)

This lovely region, my adopted home, happens to have some totally awesome food--including regional stuff you can pick up at the supermarket. For a snack, I just had Joseph's whole wheat pita (Lawrence, MA) with very tasty Cedar's Artichoke and Spinach Hommus (Haverhill, MA) and washed it down with Polar Diet Birch Beer (Worcester, MA).

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Wall's BBQ, Savannah, Ga. (DS09/DH09)


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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Gas Station Love, Hephzibah, Ga. (DS09/DH09)


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Saturday, June 13, 2009

Saturday Morning Mow, Near Argyle, Ga. (DS09/DH09)


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Friday, June 12, 2009

Atypical Misery

Friday night, 11:28 p.m. People are stumbling and screaming outside already, but all I can think about is the regularly scheduled death of my landlord, who is sleeping on a couch about 12 feet away (on the other side of a wall). The doctors told his relatives not to bother feeding him anymore; despite several successful cancer surgeries, he's as good as dead, down to 90 pounds and spouting gibberish. I have no idea what this death means for me, and I don't care. But it is odd, while people are celebrating Pittsburgh's Stanley Cup win and the Mets' disugstingly awful loss to the Yankees, to sit in my apartment by myself and wait for the grim reaper to ring the bell next door. So it goes.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Megagator, Okeefenokee National Wildlife Refuge (DS09)


This is where Dan crashed our rented boat into a bush, killing the motor. The Okeefenokee is not a zoo: if you fall out of the boat, the gators eat you.

I think Dan is writing up the story now. It is a fantastic one involving yokels, death, gasoline, class conflict!!!, and megagators.

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"Eighteen Challenges in Contemporary Literature"

Dan Barry forwarded me a Wired blog article by author Bruce Sterling entitled "Eighteen Challenges in Contemporary Literature." I much appreciated that the article was written in bullet form (no sarcasm intended).

My response:

photography, music, and video are possible evolutionary sandbags against the destruction of the realm of the individual artist

but despite hybridization, technical evolution, network-generated texts, cultural-technical re-indexing of all human achievements, etc, people are still the same pieces of shit as before

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Breakfast in Waycross, Ga. (DS09)


3 stills of the in-cafe Jesus ticker.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Gas Station Sunset, Waynesville, Ga. (DS09)


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Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Southward Bound (DS09)


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Monday, June 08, 2009

I guess I will start doing this again soon.

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