I saw on my way to work today:

spade

2012-01-07T23:40:00.001-08:00

a shovel wrapped in paper sitting next to a dirty duffel bag.

man

2011-12-13T08:41:00.001-08:00

the moon

drip

2011-12-01T21:15:00.000-08:00

a man with a line of stitches on his lumpy head. a man with bandages on his chin and jaw and behind his ear. he wore felt and the other wore a track suit.

saunter

2011-12-01T09:56:00.000-08:00

a man aimlessly walking down the street wearing a vest that said, "free sun tan."

carpal

2011-11-30T09:18:00.000-08:00

knotted mitts bound in gold. i see your necklace sister, i see your eyes. them ain't the hands what dont know labor. hold thy seat and thy back.

pops

2011-11-17T12:59:00.001-08:00

heavy girls with good style discussing apps.

soft

2011-11-17T06:53:00.000-08:00

a group of young men, the kind disinclined to move out of your way, smiling down on a child as he enthusiastically pointed at pictures in a book.

broken poles

2011-11-16T06:52:00.001-08:00

helicopters on wall street.

earnest

2011-11-12T09:00:00.000-08:00

a woman with hair like frayed electric cords screeching into the phone, "shit, that's what i'm sayin'. i don't know what the fuck to buy either... that's why we goin' to florida for that!"
another woman with a loose bun that spilled off her head like a fountain. she smirked into the phone and spoke too quietly to hear. she certainly said nothing about no florida.

fish

2011-11-11T09:00:00.000-08:00

a woman impotently rolling her eyes at the two men dozing on either side of her. glowering, she did her makeup several times.

pick it up

2011-11-10T10:48:00.001-08:00

a giant bag of pennies

spinach

2011-11-07T09:18:00.000-08:00

a man smoking an oversized cigar with a shapeless cap pulled low on his brow. face and cigar rivaled each other in roughness.

braille

2011-11-04T20:50:00.000-07:00

the answer to the long standing question: who picks up the turds from a seeing eye dog?
the answer: nobody.

holding

2011-11-01T09:00:00.000-07:00

a pile of soggy vomit under one of those inexplicable green mailboxes that you only notice when you need a blue one. it had pink graffiti on the side.

flog

2011-10-27T09:00:00.000-07:00

a french man yelling at his children. they responded with the universal indifference of teenagers. they were silent but their faces said, "fuck you, dad."

whats the time

2011-10-26T09:00:00.000-07:00

a man wearing those suede slippers with buckles that pass for shoes amongst pimps and the rich. he read a self-help book and lectured his girlfriend on the finer points of what i could not hear. she half-listened and admired herself in the subway window.

fog

2011-10-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

a man built like a buoy wearing a shirt that says "adrenaline junkie."

sweatpants

2011-10-24T09:00:00.000-07:00

a man slowly masturbating with one hand as he thumbed his ear with the other. he laughed aloud
at the inside joke he shared with men of his disposition across every culture; the joke never understood by a mind capable of repeating it. when he got up a man in stylish loafers laughed like he knew the punchline but he didn't look into nowhere. his eyes were too well focused on the semen upon which he let another man unknowingly sit.

floral

2011-10-21T09:23:00.000-07:00

the geometry of the subway growth. never too far from the pole and always blossoming from its center. good petals.

greek

2011-10-20T09:00:00.000-07:00

a young man with the neckless build of a teddy bear and blinkless eyes to match tried to explain his video game to the man with dyed hair and a thin gold chain. when they weren't resting their foreheads on the other's shoulder they held hands and tolerated what the other didn't understand.

stoop free

2011-10-19T09:00:00.000-07:00

three dirty children dozing like a pile of kittens on a subway bench as a fretting social worker pawed her phone. one looked up with longing and love for everyone. another looked up with the opposite. the third slept with her eyes open. farewell hardship. hardship, hello.

cocoa

2011-10-18T11:53:00.000-07:00

a timid woman on a loud train asking a fellow commuter who was putting lotion on her face, "what stop is next?". the woman responded with a look of disbelief. the timid woman repeated the question under the crashing of the subway. said the lotion lady, "because i'm ashy!" neither of them said anything further. the next stop was atlantic and they both got off.

polka dots

2011-10-17T08:27:00.000-07:00

a man cleaning the gum off the sidewalk with a specialized apparatus. a steel brush mounted on the head of an industrial vacuum cleaner. the novelty of the machine clearly didnt delight him as it did passersby.

shared

2011-10-14T12:27:00.000-07:00

a woman walking topless down the street, drinking a gatorade. onlookers looked on.

long for nothing

2011-10-13T07:17:00.000-07:00

a woman window shopping with the indifference inherent to wealth. her backpack was a chewbacca.

bites

2011-10-12T06:38:00.000-07:00

a fat man riding his bike up a hill. a boombox strapped to the back blared rolling stones and he sang along in his mike tyson voice, "you can't always get what you want."

convertible

2011-10-11T09:00:00.000-07:00

a man holding a golf club out from his chest like a roofless umbrella. he stepped high like a man slogging through mud. 5th avenue and a fuck-all grin.

blind eye

2011-10-10T09:30:00.000-07:00

the laborers of an nyc construction crew replacing the cinematic cobblestones of dumbo with the suburban paving stones of the suburbs.

early birds

2011-10-07T09:28:00.000-07:00

three lines of fish strung out on the roof of a building in chinatown. a man in all black eyed them from a neighboring roof as he talked on the phone.

composure

2011-10-06T09:27:00.000-07:00

a woman who refused to touch the pole with her palm. knuckles only. she stood in the middle of the car with her legs wide, knees bent, ready for anything while feigning a thoughtless commute. hand on her hip face in a New Yorker magazine, fist clenched and ready to catch her. she wore all gray and was modestly beautiful.

teary

2011-10-06T09:07:00.000-07:00

a woman with a cheerful face and the edges of a scarred back poking out of a business blouse.

grind

2011-10-05T09:11:00.000-07:00

a patois voice from behind a secret door in the subway station, "bitch i'm working like a fucking woman and you better learn about that."

swatter

2011-10-04T11:59:00.000-07:00

the restless eyes of a packed train. curious flies that scan every surface, afraid to land on any one spot for too long, perpetually worried about being caught. blue and green and brown and black and moving ceaselessly. hello beauty, hello malice, hello brooklyn.

iron

2011-10-03T08:54:00.000-07:00

dozens of bees hovering over a puddle of blood. it was probably garbage water and they were probably wasps. good flower, brooklyn.

terror

2011-09-30T08:19:00.001-07:00

impassive laborers half-tending semi-inflated bouncing rooms painted with jungle warriors. A rickety dog pissed into a puddle without lifting his leg while his owner smoked a cigarette and stared at nothing.

funny talk

2011-09-29T13:38:00.000-07:00

funny talkers wearing the kind of clothes that are advertised for their functionality, for their of pockets and unwillingness to take on wrinkles. backpacks and practical shoes.

clean clocks

2011-09-29T05:54:00.000-07:00

a bleeding biker with a helmet on. swollen eyes and mangled bike, no car to be seen. disembodied voice from the street: "hey ambulance, what happen to that lady?" ambulance dont answer.

a tattooed youth on the ground. bounced clean off my head before he got there too. he wanted to fight but his eyes were hollow and his running partner didnt know what to do. "dont go to sleep too early!" i yelled from my bike and laughed my aching head off.

walking bikes

2011-09-27T17:50:00.000-07:00

an old man riding a bike laden with garbage. he couldnt look up from his coffee in a gatorade bottle as he teetered down the sidewalk.

2011-09-26T07:53:00.001-07:00

a broken bottle embedded in the tar of atlantic. stained glass.

landing

2011-09-24T07:20:00.000-07:00

three homuncular old men with the dignity and strangeness of aliens. they had big hands, wrinkled skin, hunched backs under cheap blazers. they craned three old heads around the subway train, observant and incurious.

treasure chest

2011-09-22T08:13:00.000-07:00

a woman carrying two purses, walking with purpose. one purse was normal, the other had a padlock on the front.

other

2011-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:00

a man with a duck umbrella-handle poking out of his bag. he looked at me and i smiled at him.

weepery

2011-09-21T07:08:00.000-07:00

one of those old women from the old world who always has a shopping cart. she was holding her head in her hands, weeping but when she looked up you could see she was crying and smiling in time to the music playing on her iphone.

tuesday

2011-09-20T07:08:00.000-07:00

a white spider crawling on a black bicycle. he did a few laps around the lock and disappeared somewhere near the rear brake.

i saw on my way to work

2011-09-17T22:01:00.000-07:00

a russian woman with an attitude looking down on all the women who didnt have bows the size of softballs on their high-heels.

i saw on my way to work

2011-09-16T21:59:00.000-07:00

a fat girl and a skinny girl wearing orange shoes. the fat girl played with a yo-yo while the skinny girl narrated. nothing happened and nobody looked.

reboot

2011-09-14T21:57:00.000-07:00

i'm trying to restart this practice. for a long time i was working from home (or pretending to) so the view didnt change much from my bed to my desk and any time i left the house i was more depressed than a thing that's depressed...
i wrote a giant stupid thing about all the reasons i do this... super embarrassing. fuck you, i see and write shit and... give me a back rub.

thursday

2010-06-03T08:06:00.001-07:00

a squirrel eating a pack of starbursts like corn on the cob.

wednesday

2010-06-02T08:34:00.001-07:00

the handball team practice at prison high.
a wonkey eyed lady with gold teeth stomping down the platform, counting a stack of paper like it was real money while a wad of braids stared regally down at passersby.

monday

2010-04-26T07:59:00.000-07:00

a skinny lady driving a bus, screaming at a man with dreads who stood obstinately next to his car, blocking her path and all the traffic behind her as far as could be seen.
two pennies embedded heads-up in a chunk of tar.
a man driving a car with a bullhorn mounted to the top. as he weaved down the street he yelled into the microphone something that was likely religious and unmistakably fanatical. between what sounded like prophecies (but could easily have been advertisements) he left the microphone on so all the residents and commuters could hear the small car noises gentle coughs and frustrated sighs of an everyman fanatic in traffic.

thursday

2010-04-08T08:16:00.000-07:00

Really haven't been into writing lately but today the world required me to write.

A man pushing a cart stacked three high with washers and dryers. He was going up an incline at a full jog.

A giant wad of hair. As gross and inexplicable as this is, it's strangely not uncommon.

A grizzled man wearing a lab coat and a hard hat. His beard was long a yellow and his hardhat said "USDA" on the front of it.

monday

2010-04-05T08:29:00.000-07:00

a fat lady frowning next to a skinny man holding a can to his head on the stoop of what used to be a temple.

backday monday tuesday

2010-03-30T09:37:00.000-07:00

long hiatus. i really wasn't connected to the world so i could not, in good conscience, write about it. taking a swing at getting back to it though.

Monday:
An African fellow singing an African song between bites of cookie and swigs of pink milk, humming as he chewed and swallowed. He swayed side to side and shuffled his feet a bit while he unwrapped a second cookie. Every time a person looked at him he smiled back and sang or hummed a bit louder, almost drowning out the sound of monday rain.

A subway preacher with an accent extolling the virtues of the bible in no specific terms, imploring those of us without iPods to read it based purely on the assertion that it is great. After he overstepped the unwritten rule of the subway (which states that no crazy person, vendor, beggar or self appointed prophet may hawk their wares for more than two stops) the oldest, church-goingest lady on the train interrupted his tirade, yelling "Why don't you shut up with all that?! Don't nobody want to hear that mess on they way to work!" He turned to address the irreproachable old woman but before he could say anything a hooded youth called out, "On the real nigga, you need to shut the fuck up!" Then to a group of women across the aisle, "this mothafucka's just about on my last nerve." A chorus of muffled uh-huh's and mmm-hhmm's confirmed unanimous irritation. Defeated and surrounded by opposition, the young preacher held the bible to his chest, waited silently for the next stop and said, "you must read the bible!" just before stepping through the closing doors with his chin held high. As the train pulled away he could be seen striding down the platform, smiling like hell.

Tuesdy:
Umbrella destruction of every kind. Implosion, explosion, hyperextension, tearing, snapping, catching, and colliding. Then there is my personal favorite where the umbrella floats gracefully away in the wind as if held by an invisible Mary Poppins then is jarringly yanked back to the street by a vicious down-current where the poor umbrella is mercilessly smashed under a gypsy cab or city bus. Yes, that is definitely my favorite.

wednesday

2010-03-17T09:05:00.001-07:00

a shit stained blanket stretched across the sidewalk.

wednesday

2010-03-10T07:44:00.000-08:00

a cadre of old italians leading even older italians down the street. When they came face to face with a group of jewish folks doing the exact same thing there was a veritable road block, one of the widest avenues in the neighborhood completely strangled by geriatrics.

thursday

2010-03-04T08:28:00.000-08:00

A man telling an animated story to a woman wearing those gigantic glasses that go over prescription glasses. They made her appear indifferent as he said, "She say 'don't be playing all mr. nice guy wit me mothafucka. I'm the one let you outta jail, tough guy.' I said, 'bitch what is it? mr. nice or mr. tough?" Stomping his feet and waving his arms with nearly every syllable while the woman stared back like a television set, he continued "Cause maybe you forgot, i'm OUT that mothafucka now and you know..." Even the slowest walker couldnt have found a reason to stay within earshot. So goes the walk to work.
A policeman walking with purpose down the steps of the highschool, looking at me then scanning every young man on the street, finally making eye contact with a plainclothesman coming out of another door to the school. He made a gesture that said, "I dont know where the hell he went," to which the plainclothesman responded with another gesture. Crossing his wrists behind his back and wrenching them into the air he said it all.

wednesday

2010-03-03T07:07:00.000-08:00

a young man smoking a cigarette with panache, strutting with a limp so hard he seemed to move sideways like a crab. he peered out from under a tweed newsboy cap that matched his jacket, smiling at the ladies and licking his lips between exaggerated puffs. he wore blue polyester pants and the featureless black shoes common to janitors and security guards.
a red haired man wearing a porkpie hat and malcom x glasses eating a cheese pastry like a chimp. as he chewed his mouth went up and down his face in a circle from the end of his chin to the base of his nose. a banana could not have made him more simian.

monday

2010-03-01T07:37:00.000-08:00

a man with a perfectly shaved head wearing a black velvet blazer complete with a dazzling glittery button. he was indignantly smoking a cigarette in front of the sign that read, "no se fumar."

Sunday

2010-02-28T08:27:00.000-08:00

a thin girl with corn rows who looked simultaneously hard as nails and beautiful as anything. she wore a purple leather jacket.

a church lady with an amorphous body wrapped in one of those sleeping bag jackets that reaches the ankles. peaking out from the jacket were a pair of fashionless shoes and a kindly face. her perfume was strong and sweet and made me wish like hell that I could be a kid again.

PIcture Repost!

2010-02-26T16:56:00.001-08:00

MULLET MAN! I see him around all the time and despite that fact that he has a fashionable disposition begging for open mockery he terrifies me. The drawing is a little Mike Judge but it looks pretty close to the real man. The first post I ever made about him is as follows:

oct 1: "A terrifying man with a mullet in a pony tail, gelled top, tapered sweats tucked into no-name sneakers, 40oz and a bagel in hand. He moved fast as hell and I was afraid of making eye contact with such a strange beast."

Then:

oct 3: "The same mullet dude from a couple days ago! A tiny lunatic on a huge bike was ringing the bell on his handlebars, heckling "don't be jealous just because you dont got one of these" (RING RING!). The mullet man replied, "I got a hundred of those" and walked away fast as hell, 40oz in hand."

Most recently:

feb 16: "Mullet man with a fresh cut talking on the phone, leaning on his snow shovel, standing in those terrific shoes, leering at the world."

Picture Repost!

2010-02-26T16:51:00.001-08:00

You can see the original post here: that one day. http://iseebrooklyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday_17.html

It's not as terrifying as the real thing but it's been a while since I posted a pic so I put it up. I think this one may be revisited.

friday

2010-02-26T06:46:00.000-08:00

The good men of Brooklyn shoveling the sidewalks with varying scruples. Some dig a hasty shovel-width path. As pedestrians walk past these shovelers pause their shoveling but, irritated by everything that prolongs their exposure, refuse to yield their fresh shovel-width. Some dig big haphazard trails, clearing great uneven swaths of sidewalk yelling to their neighbors or blasting radios as they do it. These are the rosy cheeked fellows (or at least as rosy as their race permits) who look up at everyone, smiling in the flakes and saying things like "How are ya?!" and "Can you believe it?!" and "Look at all this cocksuckin' snow." Some paths are already filling in, having been shoveled and salted from stoop to street first thing in the morning. These paths reek of landlords.

thursday

2010-02-25T08:37:00.000-08:00

A man wearing sunglasses on the subway doing magic tricks out of an old lady's shopping cart.

One of those old rich ladies who, in the slushy gap between snow and rain (when one cannot don furs), cannot seem to dress herself. An otherwise fastidiously fashionable woman who piles layers and layers of ill-coordinated and expensive garments on top of on another then finishes it all off with a pair of D&G Wellingtons. Incidentally, she was crying.

wednesday

2010-02-24T09:11:00.000-08:00

shining in the semi-sun and dripping with rain, a 1970's Mercedes Benz looking like it had never been driven.

tuesday

2010-02-23T08:18:00.001-08:00

the indecipherable pattern of gum pounded into the sidewalk and the clusters of cigarette butts around every stoop, the only places one could look with the rain chilling the face.

saturday

2010-02-20T10:31:00.001-08:00

a girl skipping rope poorly but enthusiastically on a busy sidewalk.

friday

2010-02-19T08:50:00.000-08:00

a mother and two children with identical pig noses, shark teeth and basketball heads. singularly they might have been ugly, as a group they were perfectly adorable.
the sour faced woman at the bodega who, despite seeing me five or six times a week, has smiled at me only once: when I tried to speak spanish.

thursday

2010-02-18T08:36:00.000-08:00

a man blowing noiselessly into a harmonica the size of a vhs tape.

wednesday

2010-02-17T08:43:00.000-08:00

A lumbering beast of a man with a nose the shape of a deli pickle indiscriminately asking pedestrians for cigarettes. He was so animated and hideous that Jim Henson would have flushed with envy. Despite a concerted effort on his part to be polite, he yelled directly into my face "I"M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU SIR BUT MAY I BUY A CIGARETTE FROM YOU? I HAVE SEVENTY FIVE CENTS!" I had no cigarettes. He offered the next person a dollar.

A pair of clear-eyed twin boys fiddling with something electronic. Their faces mirrored malice and incuriosity.

tuesday

2010-02-16T08:04:00.000-08:00

A group of Chinese folks eating Chinese takeout and drinking bottles of Chinese beer on the floor of a Chinese warehouse.

mullet man with a fresh cut talking on the phone, leaning on his snow shovel, standing in those terrific shoes, leering at the world.

monday

2010-02-15T08:38:00.001-08:00

a man gently weeping as he played tetris on his blackberry.

thursday

2010-02-11T08:19:00.000-08:00

A fat man in loafers attempting to reach a gypsy cab. In his path was what amounts to Mount Everest in NYC: the junk laden snow pile between the sidewalk and the street. The place where the snow plows and sidewalk shovelers' refuse collides with one another to form a turgid impassible booby trap. The fat man girlishly scrambled up and down the block (nearly on tip toes) looking for safe passage... finding none. Finally he poked, prodded and stepped out with abandon...

After a moment of wriggling he extracted his leg, revealing the giant underground lake his loafer had just discovered. He looked like he might cry as he scanned the block, searching for another route.

wednesday

2010-02-10T15:43:00.001-08:00

old school headphones, the kind with metal arms and foam ears, that nobody wears anymore sitting half-buried in the snow.

monday

2010-02-08T10:47:00.000-08:00

the shining bronze camel in the inaccessible park behind the fenced-in asphalt square regarded by ten eyck elementary school as a playground.

above the playground, behind many layers of barbed wire, a hooded man pissed on the roof of a warehouse.

wednesday

2010-02-03T09:05:00.000-08:00

the silhouette of a plane floating behind the clouds. in front of it, the pigeons that threaten to shit on passersby flew in a menacing cirle.

tuesday

2010-02-02T09:22:00.000-08:00

Two dozen little hasidic boys piling out of what I always thought was an abandoned building. They all wore white paper aprons and hair nets, the sides of which the boys let their curls stick ou. The three smiling women corralling them onto the bus tried to keep their aprons straight in the wind.

Picture Repost: Coppers

2010-02-01T16:31:00.000-08:00

Cops: This drawing has virtually no resemblance to the original post because I kind of forgot what i was doing while I was making it. I guess the fat guy kind of looks like the fat cop. The skinny guy thankfully does not. Check out the original: coppers and such
I tried to draw the hats the same size (which in real life I suspect really were)and the guys so that the hats would seem different but, like I said, I forgot what I was doing and ended up with Forest Whitaker and C3PO's cousin who loves church and human tears.

PIcture Repost! Liberty

2010-02-01T16:18:00.000-08:00

Liberty Tax Service: This is remarkably close to how this man really looked.
You can see the original post here: Happy Tax
I usually try to give these people the dignity of looking them in the eye and saying no to their trash and generally they give me distance. This guy not only refused to rescind the card but actually blocked my path out of the subway. Two days prior I saw him walking to the bus in the rain, looking even more bedraggled so my indignance was overcome by sympathy and a healthy fear of mold.

Picture Repost again, Holy Smokes!

2010-02-01T16:11:00.000-08:00

Holy Fop. This guy was awesome. I'm not sure I really captured his essence (tacky) but I'm pleased with the picture even if it has nothing to do with the post. Check out the original here: teamster salon time
Again, if you have any requests for drawings, I'm open to hearing them. Beware though, I will likely ruin your idea of what I saw.

Picture Repost Double Feature

2010-02-01T16:03:00.000-08:00

Umbrellas. This is one of my favorites. I dont really remember the posting but I was excited to draw them. You can see the original post here: something something

And inadvertently I drew something from the same day.
Wowsers.

monday

2010-02-01T06:49:00.000-08:00

some days you dont see anything but a bunch of jerks. these days are usually mondays

friday

2010-01-29T15:47:00.000-08:00

spent the night in the office. nothing to report except myself, bleary eyed and shuffling to the bathroom.

thursday: i saw on my walk to work today

2010-01-28T08:58:00.000-08:00

two men in track suits assessing a building site. when handed hardhats, the first man put it on. the second man refused and then ran his hands through his hair as if the mere suggestion had tussled his do.

january twenty seventh: i saw on my way to work today

2010-01-27T08:44:00.000-08:00

a business man laughing his head off about whatever he was reading. every few minutes he would look up at me with an expression that said, "can you believe he just said that?"

the man dressed in a turquoise smock and statue of liberty hat who Liberty Tax Service pays to shove flyers in people's faces. The spires of his crown were drooping and his brow sagged over his eyes, making him look like a melted wax figure. (if you think that's sad, you should have seen him last weekend walking to the bus in the rain).

january twenty sixth: i saw on my walk to work today

2010-01-26T09:46:00.000-08:00

a crown fried chicken sign being hung.

a waifish young person dressed like a grandma.

january twenty fifth: i saw on my walk to work today

2010-01-25T10:58:00.000-08:00

shoddy discarded umbrellas laying in the streets like broken birds.

a woman in a fur coat and red lipstick peering out from behind a steel door.

january twenty dos: i saw on my walk to work today:

2010-01-23T12:02:00.000-08:00

a visage of myself walking on the sunny side of the street, sipping the mexican soda on which i spent my last dollar.

the middle-eastern carpenters next to the office cooking hotdogs on a rusty old grill. presumably they were all beef.

Picture Repost!

2010-01-22T09:14:00.000-08:00

I didnt leave the office last night so I dont have anything to report from my walk. Here are a couple pictures to ease the pain.

You can see the original here: december something

You can see the original post here: January Something

january twentyone- i saw on my walk to work today:

2010-01-21T07:48:00.000-08:00

Two shirtless young men smoking through the bars in their window.
A doll faced girl texting through traffic.
Two cops, one fat one with a tiny hat and one skinny one with a giant hat.

Picture Repost!

2010-01-20T10:25:00.000-08:00

You can read the original post here: January fourteenth or something.

You can see the original post here: January Fifteenth

Picture Repost! 01-08

2010-01-20T10:07:00.000-08:00

you can see the original text here: January Eighth

I'm going to try to create paintings and drawings and other crap based on my memory of the things i see. I wont post them the same day because: 1. I'm get too absorbed in the drawings and end up spending way too much time on them. 2. They rarely represent anything close to the actual imagery. 3. I dont want my crude mashings to interfere with the reader's imagination. Ya dig?
If you have a specific day you'd like to see illustrated I would be happy to hear suggestions. Otherwise it will just be my favorites and the ones that are easy to draw.

january twenty: i saw on my walk to work today

2010-01-20T09:42:00.000-08:00

a stretch of sidewalk with sea shells mixed into the concrete.
a man with a southern accent and NY plates pacing out the distance between his bumper and a dried up hydrant (13 steps)

january nineteen: i saw on my walk to work today:

2010-01-19T11:13:00.001-08:00

black smoke and a sardine can. hi heathcliff.

january eighteenthuh: I saw on my walk to work today:

2010-01-18T09:25:00.001-08:00

an old lady cackling by herself in the back seat of a volvo, two very empty schools and a cross-eyed kid bouncing a ball off the wall.

january seventeenth, I saw on my walk to work today

2010-01-17T09:35:00.000-08:00

a pair of cars waiting at a stoplight playing the exact same song: Seal, Kiss From a Rose.

january fiffteen: on my way to work i saw

2010-01-15T10:00:00.000-08:00

a bird lady picking her beak nose with claw hands

january thirteenth

2010-01-13T08:46:00.001-08:00

a man eating pickled peppers with a toothpick. he seemed not to notice the the brine dribbling down his chin and onto his shirt.

january eleventh

2010-01-11T10:14:00.001-08:00

a catholic school teacher who giggled as she ordered catfish with lots of rice and a little red beans at the bodega.

january eighth

2010-01-08T08:58:00.000-08:00

one of those awesome truck drivers that you haven't seen since the 80's. He had a bloated pink face framed by a silver beard and matching mane. His name is probably Dennis and he is just as enthusiastic about Jesus as he is about crystal meth and kiddy porn.

january sixth

2010-01-07T09:12:00.000-08:00

an abundance of men with half-smiles, walking small dogs with full smiles.

a wet-eyed hood with extraordinarily shiny purple-red lips.