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  • as seen in the bathroom. keepin’ it classy ladies… #coatcheck 1:20 AM

  • sometimes security is necessary for the staff #coatcheck 2:44 AM
  • Let the scamming begin #coatcheck 4:28 AM

 



two boots


 

Win!  Back in January I finally found THE boots.  I'd been searching for years to find boots I liked, that fit and were comfortable and didn't cost a zillion dollars.  If I could identify exactly what made these boots THE ones I'd been looking for, it probably wouldn't have been such an epic search.  They fit, they felt great upon first wearing with my funky nearly square shaped feet and torn arches.  They weren't full-on cowboy boots, but the brown soles made them versatile…along with the Midol I picked up at the store on the way back, I considered them a lovely cure for PMS.

 

As tends to happen as a walking citizen of NYC I wore them down and broke them.  When the heel cracked off I made haste to the nearest shoe-maker and was horrified when I picked them up to find:

 

Perhaps I should have been more specific that it was not okay to paint the heels black (and slop it all around the soles).   Nice "work".  And the search starts anew…



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  • @Pishba oh, so you’re to blame! Boo! 3:09 PM #
  • I took two buses in the rain to satisfy a burrito craving #anditwasworthit 3:16 PM
  • forgot my little pack o’ hot pink earplugs. there goes whats left of my precious sanity #coatcheck 11:22 PM
  • @JeremyMeyers still at sea. how you doing sailor? 11:50 PM #

 



temporary context


I’ve been thinking a lot about the permanence of "twitter" these days.  Personally, rhetoric regarding twitter as technology/platform doesn’t interest me nearly as much as the communication itself that often occurs there (or anywhere online).  I don’t have the vocabulary or patience to articulate more than the obvious and oft-stated, but I guess the simplest thing to say about it is that I’m appreciative that people share snippets of their lives and awed by the magic I’ve seen in that.   Though the tools will change and adapt in destination and functionality, and our personal "follow lists" will also shift, grow, and shrink, a good exchange is a good moment.  Whether documented (or undocumented) online or in face to face communication, you know it when you have or witness one of those moments.  The same can be true for the negative, people say and do annoying things and well, we respond to them.  Sometimes we hold a grudge, sometimes the feelings are fleeting, good or bad, and la la la la …life goes on…

 

When I think of this blog and the online record I keep of my own "Something Found" index, I  think it  doesn’t come close to celebrating all the awesomeness I’m surrounded by personally and virtually.  Sometimes I drive myself nuts with the question "Why exactly do I post publicly?".  Then, I shrug and think I’m thankful that life is far larger than something I could ever hope to capture in a blog, express in words, audio, photograph or video, or definitively answer the question why.

 

One person I’ve never met in the traditional sense, but have conversed with online is Christi Nielsen.  She’s an Artist in L.A. and though we’ve never actually exchanged more than a few twitter posts, looked at each other’s flickr sets, and seesmic posts, she comes to mind as someone who explores these ideas and mediums in interesting ways.  In 2007, she created " inter.sect Art Collective, a group of artists using new media platforms to explore digital exhibition spaces outside the traditional gallery mode."  This past Summer’s SecondHand Exhibition, explored how short text status updates on social networking sites, like twitter could be translated to short video clips on 12seconds.  A virtual mash-up of moments, platforms, context and mediums.

 

The reason I singled out this particular project among others she’s done, is well – a post of mine wound up as a prompt and I found the resulting videos pretty amazing… and short of backpedaling and going into a long ramble about the functionality of current tools, discussing just what I mean by tangible and intangible permanence and context, we can just chalk it up to narcissism…and virtual scrap booking (that is, until someone deletes their account, post, links are changed and domains expire.)

 

twitter exchange:

 

compilation:

Once I used this space to speak without consequence from Christi Nielsen on Vimeo.

 

12 second posts:


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence on 12seconds.tv
user: christinielsen

 


[iPhone] Once I used this space to speak without consequence. #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: kyle1point0

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence. #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: matwater213

 


Once I Used this Space to Speak Without Consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: Bungy32

 


Once I used this space to speak without consequence #Seconhand on 12seconds.tv
user: anthonyfontana

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence on 12seconds.tv
user: Yayasheshe

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: christinielsen

 


Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: monaism

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: SheilaCunningham

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: SheilaCunningham

 


Once I used this space to speak without consequence…#SecondHand on 12seconds.tv
user: blewis

 


Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: kyle1point0

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: VanessaVanAlstyne

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: DeCicco

 


SecondHand – Once I used this space to speak without consequence #secondhand on 12seconds.tv
user: christinielsen

 

Check them ALL out,  and, also see she is very committed to her tabs spawned from twitter.com/wankergirl
 



maybe, one day, I’ll give up my obsession with this fabulous chair…until then…I loves it


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Across from MSG


Post Office 33rd & 8th

Few things have been so constant as the James Farley Post Office on 8th Avenue and 31st Street has been in my day to day for the past 3 years or so. 

 

Whether I was commuting from NJ or from Brooklyn, pre-lay off or post-lay off – I seem to find myself passing this Post Office either solo, or with "out of town" friends more regularly then any other iconic spot in the city.

 

Or perhaps this one sticks in my head for the sheer spectacle (8 acres!) of it and the "is it or isn’t it" status of whether or not it may or may not be a future entry point for Penn Station.

 

And though I’ll never fully be able to envision how anyone spent the night of the black out of 2003 in NYC (thanks to my quick footed escape back to Jersey City), I’ll always particularly struggle with my own Father’s unlikely, stubborn night spent on these steps.

 

Oh, midtown, though I may curse nearly every moment spent above Chelsea, these inscribed words always hit a nerve of personal perserverence  "either snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds"

 

James Farley Post Office

 

James Farley Post Office

 



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  • to think, 10 years ago everyone was abuzz about y2k. my, how time flies… 8:22 PM
  • @robblatt OMG, dude, there’s a (cute) cat in your car! 9:19 PM #

 



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  • @robblatt @theambershow @chriscavs the real question: how have we not wound up there? 12:06 PM #
  • Predicting an evening of mouse paranoia. Feline is playing "blair witch" staring at the wall, so i stuffed peppermint teabags in the cracks 11:00 PM

 



After weeks of hesitation and fascination


I finally ventured into the mannequin wholesale store I’ve been peering in on.  The aisles were narrow and I clumsily tried to navigate through them without catching the attention of the store clerks while I tried to sneak a few pictures.  I bumped into one of the girls who worked there and she apologized to me and rushed away so I could get a clear shot.  If I hadn’t been so shy I probably could have gotten their blessing and stuck around…

mannequin shop

next time…



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