The view from the hunters point ferry.
Beautiful day at the hunters point ferry landing. ⛴️
I cat sit for my friend the past week. This is Leia, she’s real old, real sleepy, and her meows are yowl-screams that sound like a grown man. 🐈⬛
I biked from Bed Stuy to Astoria yesterday. It took about an hour, over mostly protected bike lanes. I’m still sore. 🚴🏻♂️
Listen, our monthly Cat’s Cradle improv show is going to be sick. Come on out if you can. The funniest way to spend your evening, or your grumpiness back.
I was randomly thinking about 3 Doors Down today, specifically this line from Kryptonite.
If I go crazy will you still call me Superman.
That means the singer’s SO calls them Superman as a pet name.
There’s no way that isn’t sarcastic.
“Hey babe, do you have any Tylenol?”
“Sure thing, Superman.”
Fun web toy from McSweeney’s: Millennial CAPCHA.
Read the word “vituperation” today and was flummoxed. Turns out it means, “bitter and abusive language.” The more you know 🌈
I saw Paul F. Tompkin’s Variatopia last night at the Bell House with friends. Really fun show. Lighter on stand up, and a surprising amount of eclectic music.
God help me, my daily text editor/IDE is Neovim, but I started using Emacs as an orgmode only app. I was using a limited orgmode in Neovim before, so who knows which is more of a lift.
TIL that the Friday the 13th Part 3 theme is a bop.
Astoria on a clear sunny day.
My friend Ania made a website that gives you a pep talk.
TIL that the tabindex
attribute must not be specified on a dialog
element. The more you know. 🌈
From Maria Farrell and Robin Berjon’s piece on rewilding the internet.
The clear-felled forests were replanted, ready to extend the boom…It was a disaster so bad that a new word, Waldsterben, or “forest death,” was minted to describe the result.
Worth a read.
My friend Ania sent me this photo, reminding me that this happened, and this will never not have happened.
Astoria is blooming.
Let it be known that there is a well cared for cat colony on Roosevelt Island.
Some inexplicable graffiti on Roosevelt Island. I don’t know what it means and I love it.
There’s a kid on the bus with no shirt, a giant backpack with a tennis racket sticking out, and a mushroom haircut.
I spent Saturday on Roosevelt Island with friends, peeping the Cherry Blossoms and other sights. We circumnavigated the entire island, and indulged in many dumb bits. Highly recommend.
Happy Tax Day, or as I call it, Tax Day.
Spotted on the subway: a man with a lipstick mark tattooed on his neck.