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For the Turnstiles

Well Bill just came home. I’ve been home for a while. Went bicycling this afternoon. First time in a few weeks. Rode up to North Bergen, a little north of the Galaxy apartment complex.

I rode along the Hudson Waterway. The neglected side, the New Jersey side, not the Manhattan side. It’s changed since last summer when I last rode up there.

Buildings sprouted up, fences erected. Still could use a lot of work. It’s not a continuous walkway. There are parts where you have to ride on a sidewalk next to River Road. The cars go very fast on River Road, almost but not quite highway speeds.

I believe the law states that the people should have access to the river. The developers and I suppose the residents of these new buildings would rather the people did not have access to the river, so parts of the walkway are incomplete. Suddenly ending.

No signs saying the walkway is ending. It just goes from pavement to rocks. That’s fine if you have a mountain bike, it’s fine if you have a hybrid, but I have a street bike with thin tires so it doesn’t make for an easy ride.

I made the most of it of course, carrying my bike on my shoulder when needed. I went as far as I thought I could without having to deal with cars zooming past and then turned around and headed back south.

On a break I sat on a bench and looked at the river. Another cyclist clad in a Campbells Soup cycling attire stopped by and was taking pictures of Manhattan. I saw he was trying to take a photo of himself with the city in the background, so I asked him if he would like me to take his picture.

He was grateful and I took his picture. We chatted, his name was Chris and he was from Belgium. He was staying at a hotel in Jersey City and I remarked I was on my way to Exchange Place. He didn’t know about the waterfront walkway and had ridden up through the streets.

Luckily Weehawken and Hoboken was better suited for bicycles and I showed him the way back, past where I am usually strumming my guitar by Pier A. There was some event going on Pier A and it was crazy crowded. I was glad I wasn’t there.

We walked our bikes through the train station and I got Chris headed in the direction of his hotel. He went his way, I went mine and sat for a little while in the Exchange Place area just chilling and watching the river flow.

After a little while of that and talking with my sister on the phone I headed back up towards Hoboken. While riding through Newport I passed Juan Melli who I know through Facebook and we chatted for a little while.

I congratulated him on his new job in Hoboken City Hall, telling him that I too have a job, being the director of a new Manhattan Project, being a nuclear physicist and all that entails. Juan was headed to Liberty State Park and headed off in that direction and I headed north to Hoboken.

Pier A was still hopping as I sat an a bench nearby. Some guy asked if he could take my photo with a professional camera and I said sure. I asked him what it was for and he said it was for his own use so I guess I might be a pinup in Nuclear Physicist Fancy one of these months.

Came home, helped Julio bring in some stuff for Alexander’s birthday party tomorrow in Van Saun Park. I also saw my friend Lois. We had a much needed talk and things were ironed out quite nicely.

That’s about it. Right now watching a recap episode of Lost before the big 3.5 hour finale tomorrow night.

I will start work in one of these buildings on June 1

I will start work in one of these buildings on June 1


Or maybe one of these buildings

Or maybe one of these buildings


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Self portrait

Self portrait


Clarice Starling

Clarice Starling


Hoboken from Jersey City

Hoboken from Jersey City

Snowman

The day after the major snowstorm. It’s been reported that about 14 inches fell but I really couldn’t say. I’ll have to take their word for it. Just found out that NJ Transit has sent me a bus pass for the month of March.

I suspended the account last year, thinking I would be back at work by March. Well I was wrong on that count. So now when I get it, I have to return it in the blue envelope they supply. It was a good deal but obviously not needed at all these days.

I hoped they would send an email saying that the account was about to be activated again, that would be the ‘nice’ thing to do, but NJ Transit is not in the business of being ‘nice’. I won’t get a full refund, a deduction of $3.00 will be levied for all the trouble I put them through.

Nasty me, spitting in the face of NJ Transit.

Where do I get off? Next stop, please. Proxima parada, por favor.

It finally stopped snowing at some point last night. I had gone to the supermarket with Julio and never went out to shovel again after shoveling in the afternoon. I stayed in all last night, driving Bill crazy and being driven crazy by Bill.

As I wrote last night, we watched Eyewitness News at 5:00 hoping to catch Stine and Alexander. I gave up at 6:00 which is when they made the news. Julio called up and mocked me and Bill spent a good couple of minutes telling me ‘I told you so!’

We watched Keith Olbermann as usual, and then at 9:00 we watched 2 hours of Lawn Hors d’œuvre SUV. I had seen both episodes before, it took Bill until the last 10 minutes to realize that he had seen the first one.

The second one he remembered since it featured Rosie Perez. I reminded Bill of the time I worked with Rosie Perez as her escort for the AIDS Dance-a-thon in the 1990’s. She was with 2 of her friends and I was pretty much wired for sound.

I’m pretty sure we all had a good time, quite a few drinks were enjoyed by the 4 of us. Madonna even stopped by. She looked weird, shaved eyebrows and dressed like a fallen Swiss Miss, hair in tight buns on the side of her head.

She stopped by our table and said hi. Rosie looked up to her and said, ‘How you are?’ Then we all laughed at Rosie’s gaffe. That’s how I remember it.

I had done the AIDS Dance-a-thon a few years, then they stopped asking me. Not because I was wired for sound. Most everyone else was. I think it was because at the end of the night I said to the other volunteers that I hoped we don’t see each other again, explaining that I had hoped there would be no need for the Dance-a-thon, that there would be a cure for AIDS.

Well, there is no cure for AIDS yet, and there is no more Dance-a-thon either.

Bill was off to work this morning, I as usual slept in. He did call later on saying that the front of the building was caked with ice and that I should be careful. By the time I had left the apartment, it had all melted away.

I took a stroll along the waterfront. Not many people around. I enjoyed that. Took some pictures which are below. Saw quite a few snowmen and took some photos of them. I did see what, from a distance was a near perfect snowman.

2 teenagers were approaching it, and one of them decided to take it down with a flying tackle. I was pissed off at that, figured that someone took the time to make the snowman, but didn’t say anything, though I did secretly wish him harm on behalf of snowmen all over the world.

I know I wrote an entry called Snowman back in February 2006. In fact it was on the 12th., almost 4 years to the day.

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A job you won't see me doing.

A job you won't see me doing.

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Happy birthday Madelyn Powers Brozis!