NYC

To interact with the world is to risk contagion. You can get punched in the face, or catch a cold, or get puke on your shoes, or hear or see something you wish you hadn't.

The other day I met my old friend Tze at Broadway Junction and we walked up Fulton through Cypress Hills and into Woodhaven. It wasn't on purpose, but we spent a lot of the day under the elevated. First the J, and later, the A. Emerging from Broadway

Some Photos of the Recent Snow in NYC.

Last night I was out with my boy D. doing some recon in the East Village when we walked past a Thai Dumpling spot on the western end of St. Mark's. We were like 5 paces past it, when I decided I had to go back and look

I’m helping to organize this music and justice festival on the 14th called Communities Together. It’s ostensibly about protecting beautiful, generationally-interwoven Manhattan from the paws of greedy philistine developers who want to rip out the culture and clutter and people who make the blocks just south of Penn