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Images of my suburban dreamworld: 10
This is my 2013 Jamis Commuter 1 propped up on its seat and handlebars for its monthly chain cleaning. Don’t ask my why I love this bike so much. It’s cheap, heavy, slow, and has required a lot of maintenance over the past few years. Nevertheless it gets me 7 miles to work in the […]
Going Carless
Back in 2008, right after the beginning of the “great recession” I moved back into the basement of my childhood home. It was only supposed to be for a few months until I found another apartment in the city, but we all know how that goes. Getting a lease in Michael Bloomberg’s hyper-gentrified New York […]
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 9
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 8
The road ahead is clear, but where does it lead?
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 7
Often I dream of a world without superhighways.
The National Museum of Mathematics
On my brother’s recommendation, I visited the National Museum of Mathematics in New York City. Founder and President Glen Whitney, an ex-math professor and hedge fund “quant,” graduated from our shitty high-school in Roselle New Jersey. My brother knew him. I didn’t, although his older sister might remember me singing “Back on the Chain Gang” […]
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 6
My life right now might best be described as a Manchester by the Sea kind of awful. A few weeks ago, my mother, who broke her hip back in March, developed an intestinal blockage after undergoing hip surgery, and then brain damage as a side effect of the procedure to clear the intestinal blockage. Apparently […]
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 5
“This City now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning.” William Wordsworth
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 4
A door just opened on a street– I, lost, was passing by– An instant’s width of warmth disclosed And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by,– Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery. Emily Dickinson
Images of My Suburban Dreamworld: 3
Yea, though I park in the valley of the shadow of death.
