see a puffin eat a fish

Is this weekend.. These days my attendance at a con consists of hanging out at the Blarney Rock and reminiscing with the old team. It was pretty great to catch up and reconnect. In a different life I attended the first Hope in 1994 (my photos from that event weren’t digital).

Gweeds and I wore the same shirt. Awkward.

When I was moving to New York three years ago, I did some research on the city’s bike friendliness. One thing I kept on reading is that if you have a bike basket, people will put trash in it. Well I finally got a basket and it’s true what they say about the trash.

Today I was greeted by a water bottle with a piece of gum in it. The other day I had a half eaten take out container of spaghetti and two grape sodas. Sadly my camera’s battery was dead. I see a series in the making. Who knows what wonderful gifts will be waiting for me tomorrow?

With Terence’s Yves Saint Laurent inspired heatwave vest.

Another one of those Brooklyn activities that I can’t believe I took this long to check out. I’ve been to Ft. Tilden before, but i’ve never tried to ride down there. There are bike paths along the East River, down Ocean Parkway and along Bedford Ave. Along the way there are innumerable slices of Brooklyn. The Hassids, Russians and who can forget about DiFara.

Fort Tilden has a storied history and was decommissioned recently, in 1974.

Still too cold to swim.

I know it’s a different team and a different game, but the last time the Cs were in the finals I was ten years old, my bedroom covered with Celtics posters I had collected from the Sunday Boston Globe. Not only are they in the finals, but they are playing the Lakers! I can almost hear Johnny Most getting worked up. Remember when he set himself on fire in the broadcast booth with his cigarettes and just kept on going?