Friday, June 11, 2010

a - you keep standing there.  moving slowly.  with nothing to say.
- pause
a - wont you just say something?  i just want to do something.
- pause
b - what do you want to do?
a - something
-a and b dance to the band.
a - that's not it.  you've got it wrong.
b - baby, im trying.  ive only got so much.
a - cant we just go somewhere
b - where?
a - i want you to be excited, to tell me about things, to come up with things to do and take me to them.  i want you to have something to contribute.  some words, some actions, some moves.  but with us its always you, taking your time and me, deferring.
b - maybe you shouldnt defer.
a - maybe you shouldnt defer.
b - why dont we dance
a - we did that.  we've done that.  this place is empty and too stoic.  we've done all that.  i want emotion, i want to cry, to fight you, to do something other than dance under the moonlight for the fiftieth time.
b - im only one person.  i can only come up with so many ideas
a - dont you see that its different for me?  its a lot more complex than you pretend it to be.  we arent just a number, this relationship isnt a mathematical equation.  we are people, dont you see that?
b - i never said you were a number.
a - you never say anything.  you just respond.  you just reply and comment on what i've said.
b - im hungry
a - is that supposed to be a joke?
b - no
- b grabs a carrot and starts peeling it.
a - ok, point proven, you do say things, you say when you are hungry.  but you never say anything to me.
- b has finished peeling
b - you want a bite?
a - no
b - suit yourself baby
a - i will
- a puts on a suit.  it emanates cheapness and it clings as if trying to hold onto something too beautiful to be under clothes.
a - maybe i should get an office job
a - id like a job like that.  i want to know that work is there waiting for me.  that i can show up, sit down somewhere, in front of some kind of machine, a computer or something, do some stuff, and then have a quick break.  id go outside and make a phone call.  id call someone.  you, for example.  id call you and we'd just catch up.  then id go back to my desk and do some more stuff until lunch time.  then my friends and i would go to our lunch destination and maybe try something new or just have the old favorite and talk about our job, you know vent, shop talk.  then we'd go back and give each other looks saying, omg cant wait till the day is over. then the day would be over.  id say good bye to my friends amicably and id say good bye to my bosses formally and i would see those people i dont know but wonder about and wonder about them some more but not say anything to them and then id get on the train, or better, get in a car and drive home in rush hour.  in traffic.  and then id be home.  and my life from then until the next morning's rush hour traffic can be anything.  i could be a writer like kafka, or a murderer, or a porno addict, or a golfer, or an anything.  i could just have dinner even and even just watch tv.  and then id really be a part of it all.  and then they could all really know me.  there wouldnt be any questions.  we would just talk.  all of us.  you.
b - what are you talking about?  dont you like having the mornings?
a - you wouldnt understand you hippy
b - ok.  give me a kiss.
a - wait, i do love you, you know that?
b - i think i do
a - give me a kiss
- they kiss
b - lets dance
- they dance to the band
a - give me a kiss
- they kiss

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

World Naked Bike Ride NYC

World Naked Bike Ride NYC celebrates a future free of indecent exposure to the toxic world of auto and oil dependence with a second year participating in the international event. Ride as "bare as you dare," keeping mindful of your own comfort level and local laws. Celebrate the beautiful diversity of our bodies as we roll out our voices against BP and others who endanger our lives and lay waste to our environment. Reclaim your body! Reclaim your streets! Reclaim your planet! Ride your bike!!!

When: Saturday, June 12th. Riders assembly at 5pm for body painting, media and photo ops at 6:15pm, depart no later than 6:45pm.
Where: Grand Ferry Park, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
Route: Final route will be communicated to riders who show up only. Opportunities for press photography on route TBD.

BBQ After-party @ 3rd Ward, hosted by Band of Bicycles


twitter: @critmasspanic #WNBRNYC

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

After a week of war the picture is approaching it's final development.
Junk relics of time old people waiting to tell there story to any one who will listen.
are you willing to sit in a cloud of booze breath rotten teeth and listen to what they half to say.

The depression, numerous wars, children coming of age, changes in technology: who the fuck has a phone line in each room, there are on sub way tokens any more, nails in construction: now there is no wood and no nails unless it's in the floors, lead based paint great i love it sticks to any thing, closes lines throw that shit in the dryer pay your gas bill and call it a day.

junk thats fucking history the raw truth the untold story of ever day life the rise and fall the wave crashing.

never mind no one read this shit any ways junk it's all junk dirt and rubble in the shovels of the next generation of trash collectors and prostitutes of new media.

flash fucked in the face buy the next best thing leaving entranced zombies sole less and a lone craving something.

well there is nothing

just piles of junk in various stages of decomposition no different from there collectors.

Friday, June 04, 2010

The summer thus far, bike trips, art shows, art making

and being mostly naked most of the time.

The freedom tunnel in the late after noon

Joy's art opening in the lower east side

New scraps from a turn of the century building