One of the greatest Subway transfers in the city, the 51st Street Lexington Line has the cheesiest little tile work in one of its tunnels. Who made these "holes" in the tile wall that look like the incredible Hulk just passed through? It doesn't fit with the otherwise awesome circular glass hallway there beneath the lipstick building.
On the theme of punching holes in station walls may we instead get more stations like 14th Street with the many holes, mirrors, and Pompeii-like exposings of the Union Square Stop?
More New York City subway station mosaics for a future race to discover:
Tourists and antique shops, NYU 8th Street Station.
Me with my co-worker Lynda Ivy (from NEHS, Taiwan) at the 23rd Street N train
Details from Times Square
Uplifting messages are all over the 207th Street A Train station, too many to show.
Nursery rhymes and a geology lesson on Bryant Park transfer tunnel on 42d Street (a Rae favorite). This is a detail; any real attempt at a photo, even with a good camera, couldn't do justice to the semitranslucent brown glass, the choice of materials, and the large size of the installation. It would be just ridiculous to try and photograph it I think.
Weird doily and angels. Last stop on the 2 Train, Brooklyn College.
The 59th Street Station, N train.
Tribute to the Apollo, Harlem, 110th Street on the 2 train.
"The court roundly rejected the president's assertion that, in time of war, he can order the "potentially indefinite detention of individuals who claim to be wholly innocent of wrongdoing," to quote the court's opinion in the case of foreign prisoners held at the U.S. base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Liberal or conservative mattered little in the ultimate outcome. In fact, the administration's claim to such power over U.S. citizens produced an opinion signed by perhaps the court's most conservative justice, Antonin Scalia, and possibly its most liberal, John Paul Stevens. "
I still wish Chen Shuei Bian could be our president here. (Except he doesn't speak much English.)
He made a comment on May 20 about partisanship within a democracy. Bitter partisanship is something familiar to Taiwan generally (many in the current government did jail time back when the opposition party was outlawed) and A-Bian personally (his wife was left wheelchair bound by a political attack years ago). Commenting on this sort of in-fighting Chen said, "An accountable governing party and a loyal opposition, together, represent the voice of the people."
Super good three paragraph analysis of how the Republicans captured the working class vote away from the Dems followed by an admission of liberal elitism from the linker. But more importantly, that site is linked to an even better one.
I found that professor's site from a high-quality egghead type group blog with a dozen contributors (like a much bigger Saturation). The group blog is Twisted Wood and I vote it site of the month. It's my new bunch-o-smart-people-talking site from which to read the comment threads. It comes in a PDA version even.
Recent discussions there were speculations on anti-Turk prejudice in Europe; the root causes of terror; Euro 2004 analysis; Parisian architecture (one author lives there); tea time in Australia (one author is a professor there); Calvino's Invisible Cities; etc.
Someone really gets a prize here for improvised fix it job. This is diamond tread, the steel plate to give traction to a step. The steps here have worn smooth and someone has laboriously fixed it with what may be the world's only hand-made diamond tread, done speck by speck with a welding torch. The whole stairway was like this! Some MTA worker must have put in many hours on this odd mission. The final result is as much labor as a Tiffany lamp and more rare. (Click for slightly larger.)
There's a video of George Bush being interviewed by Irish national television (RTE) on the eve before going to Ireland. Watch here with Real Player. (Or here.)
Carole Coleman's interview asks some hard questions to Bush but she doesn't follow through asking him to explain his answers better. I'm guessing she felt the limitations of time. She had just eleven minutes and probably had a long list of questions.
One question she could have followed up on:
RTE: "Mister President, are you satisfied that you're getting enough help in Iraq from European countries...they're not really stepping up to the plate with help are they?"
GWB: "Most of Europe (??) supported the decision in Iraq
Really what you're talking about is France isnt it?"
I think he said most of Europe when he meant to say Poland.
A long time ago I had a Romanian girlfriend, Simona. Her legacy in my life was that she got me to take dance lessons. She also trained me to 1) stand up straight and 2) to wash before eating. I've been thinking about the second point lately.
I tend to pick up litter sometimes when I am out and about, especially if there is a trash can blatantly near the litter. Simona always thought this was weird. We got home from some trip once and I went to grab a snack and she said, "Schatzie, you have been the janitor for the entire town today and now you are going to eat without first washing your hands?"
Once we had a "discussion" on the neccesity of washing vegetables. I held that there wasn't much that was bad on them and, more strongly, I held that running them under the water was merely like them getting rained on and that probably happened to them dozens of times already and it wasn't going to remove anything. While Simona was out of the room I made a surprise though. I was feeling kindhearted for a moment so I soaped up all the squash we'd bought and wiped them down. She came back in the room and again starts an argument: "What are you doing with that soap and our food!?" I was confused and felt like I couldn't win, first yelled at for not washing enough and then yelled at for washing too much.
Do you know anyone who washes dirty hands without soap? Or, more to the point, anyone who washes chemicals off a test tube without soap?
Not quite at Coney Island,
I get off at Flatbush,
Last stop on the 2 train,
I post tutoring flyers;
I sell myself.
The clock strikes five.
I tarry on their green.
I want to flop down.
I do flop down, thinking: Oh huge circle of grass
You are a lawn ocean.
You are the waterless beach.
Your breath smells clean.
Wind rustles your tree tiptops.
I roll around on the grass for awhile and look at the cloudless sky which is blue for the first time this week.
Birds call, grassblades make C6H12O6.
I chat on the phone until the phone dies.
Some student's hacky sack circle near me outlasts that phone battery as the display bars go from two to one to none.
Think about how a phone battery is more than just a dry cell; it is essentially a device for converting metallic lithium into social pleasure.
What ran down the phone this time:
1)Ninety minutes with Jose in Ohio, from 1996, chemistry grad school. We talked about Mars Volta, Mexican tuba techno, los Amigos Invisibles, and Antibalas.
2) A retirement luncheon invitation from Bronx Science where nowadays I am just a pinch hitter(by choice). I think I made a better impression on the staff there than the students.
3) Out of the blue, a call from a retired woman from the train. I give my card out shamelessly but never expect a callback. This woman carried on an interesting conversation. She has a degree in Slavic languages. It turns out she is in Astoria near my jogging route No. 3 and so I said we can meet for a coffee on Steinway Street sometime. "Sure," she said. "I like Starbucks; it's cheap and comfortable."
...the ocean, despite its movement, has a curious illusion of solidity; it becomes a gray or glaucous desert, a waste land which stretches away to the horizon, and all you would have to do would be to step over the lifelines to walk away over it's surface; if you carried a tent and enough provisions you could journey from city to city that way. . . that immense clouded-glass plain was a kind of low land which almost demanded a single human figure striding across it for completeness; any arrival at sea level was like finding a minimum and dimensionless point. . .