skateboard

The board is belly up, but this guy just
keeps going anyway!  Skateboarding always
looked like fun, but I've never tried it (it also 
looks like a surefire way to break your butt).

Move over, Lance!

Hey, you think he would?
Another gorgeous day like today, and Fury2
(named for the bike I had when I was 10, which
was named for the horse in a '50s TV show) is
coming out of the basement bike storage and
taking me for a nice canter in the park.

5 Pointz

I hate graffiti, but I love graffiti art. This old

warehouse in Long Island City (in Queens)

is a major mecca for taggers.

(And I took this through the subway window,

which was marked up by a no-talent "scratcher.")

It won't be long now

. . . before this boatyard down on the

Jersey Shore will be up and running

for the season and boats will be tied

up cheek by jowl.  To tell you the truth,

I rather like it this way.

window shopping

or not.   Because I just have to say:  I really really

DON'T want it.  At all.  Any part of it.  No, no, no!

Show your arms?  Hey, who do I look like? 

 Michele Obama?

On the other hand . . . those big red sexy exclamation

points are pretty darned compelling.

So maybe if they say it one more time . . .

The U.N.

The Secretariat building, to be exact. Where
there will no doubt be a lot of discussion in
the next few days and weeks about North
Korea's little stunt. What is it about those
insane fanatical-dictator types that they
just can't seem to play by the rules??

a tree grows in Brooklyn

. . . right across the street from my place.
It's a sycamore, and this little guy just
moved into his new home—can't you
tell how house-proud he is?
P.S. -- he got it for a song!