My future commute

NYC AHOLE - 091810

I have a two and half hour commute every day.  I chose to work where I do and to suffer the commute.  I ride a bus most days and prefer it to driving.   This commute has become a major part of my life and I am trying to find meaning in it.  I haven't yet.  Until I do, I can always dream of a commute like in the video. 


Better than a flying car.

Hit the road Jack...

Hung Like a Bus - NYC

I am traveling for a while.  I doubt I will write much during that time.  I hope to be shooting though.


I have a great treat for everyone upon my return.  I am bringing back a blog gem from the past.  Until then boys and girls, keep breathing, sleeping, eating, sexing, and staying alive.


One more thing, Happy Birthday Photo Anthem's Blog.
Here is a link to an interview with Terrell, the creator of that fine blog. 

Here is a song to play me out.

Escape Around Alcatraz

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I am not in a writin' mood, but I want to share a few photo.  These photos are from my bus ride into work this morning.  We are living through an el niño year in California ,which means lots of rain.  In the first photo you can see the edge of the storm in the distance, past the Golden Gate Bridge.

Alcatraz is in the middle of both of these photos, just from 90 degree different views.  It kind of looks small.  I bet it felt small living on it.

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Bob Dylan and Paul Simon - The Sound of Silence, Live

Interesting to hear Paul try to harmonize with someone other than Art.  This version has a great country depressing sound thanks to Bob.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence