Month: August 2010

I know, this is a weird picture with that kind of post title, but I didn’t take any pictures yesterday (which is also weird). This is the same shot from my last post, but the full frame, showing not only the model but some of the people working on the shot.

Anyway, the explosion. I was woken up at 5am by a huge explosion. It rocked my building. I felt immediately sick, thinking about people being hurt, because it really sounded like a building had been blown up. I waited for the sirens. None came.

I looked out the window for smoke or some sign of what happened or where. Nothing. I decided maybe it was something less dramatic, like a manhole explosion and it was close to my building and that’s why it sounded so big to me. But there still should have been some kind of response. What the hell was it?? It was a really big boom.

Also, I never got back to sleep so now I’m tired.

There’s a photo shoot! This was on 5th Avenue. I was lugging birdseed (as per usual).

I’m trying to shake off my weekly feeling of day-off-remorse. It never fails. Every week I feel like I didn’t spend my days off in the most productive way possible. Even though at the library today I got twice as much done as I thought I was going to get done.

Today I’m going to be in the library almost all day. I might not be able to do what I plan to do. There’s a nearly five hour video I want to watch (a British series about music) but that might be a bit much. There are also a bunch of science articles I need, but I’m going to be at the NYU library today and I don’t know what I have access to there. Probably as much as the NYPL though, right? I just hope I can email them to myself the way I can at the NYPL.

I took this down in the subway the other day. My guess is Roger is some big muckety-muck at the MTA and the workers are not happy with him. That’s just a guess. Roger could just be a co-worker or something. Oh, he’s got to be the head of a union. Okay, that’s the guess I’m going with. The head of the transit workers union. My final answer.

I walk up to my vet to get Finney’s pills and Buddy’s food and there’s a photo shoot right out front. It’s been a very glamorous summer here in the village. I swear I’m always walking past one shoot or another. I wonder if I should have stuck to photography. (What I started out doing.)

On my way to work they were shooting a commercial on 11th Street for the Kindle. (Want.)

On my way home, passing by Park Place, and the site of the future Islamic community center. The only protestors at the time were supporters of religious freedom.

The protestors! Actually, the woman on the right was a bystander like me, I think. Doesn’t the girl with the sign have a sweet face?