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One of the regulars at my windowsill café for birds.

Ate dinner in this place, which has been there forever but I’ve never gone in. Borscht & pierogi. The highlight was a table of older east village artist types, writers & poets, musicians probably. It gave me a sense of continuity; connection to the neighborhood as it used to be. Kind of needed that.

Seen today

I have complicated feelings about TikTok but one thing that’s been a mainstay on my feed is Colorball Champions. From somewhere in Indonesia, a rotating cast of women (and a few men) are playing this game all day, every day, with usually at least a thousand people watching. I don’t understand what they are saying but I watch a game nearly every day.

I’m not sure why but I’m excited about this

Saw this amazing looking stray cat in the big park. I wanted to be friends but it was not interested. I’m going to go back with food.

Annual local tulip house appreciation post.

Was driving down Coney Island Avenue recently and noticed that these are now gone. They may not have been great (or even good) art and their historicity is dubious, but I liked that they were there and I'm sad that they're gone. the long defunct bell telephone logo is still there.

My New Year’s Day walk.

As the weather turns colder, picnic tables tend to huddle together for warmth, usually around their favorite tree.

My new year’s resolution is whatever resolution this pic is.

cloud monster is watching you.

When you just missed the bus to the love shack.

Nice to be back in the part of Brooklyn where people keep pigeons.

When I was a kid, at least once a week in summer my mom would stuff a bunch of sandwiches in a cooler, stuff a bunch of kids in a station wagon along with a blanket and a ratty umbrella and drive over the bridges to “Robert Moses” which was short for Robert Moses State Park, where we’d spend the whole day playing in the waves and digging in the sand.

Personally hyped for the bummer solstice

POV they turn your spot into a parking lot

It’s nice to see the neighborhood tulip house still holding it down.

What witchcraft is this? Embedded in a Brooklyn sidewalk.

Bridget Riley at the Morgan Library. The older lady walking past me said “I don’t consider this art”