I'm destructive, Miami, Florida

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Yeah, that kind of rich

R station, 4th Ave and 9th.

Jaume Plensa’s Echo

A few weeks ago we hit the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park.  I hadn't been around the park for months, so hadn't seen Jaume Plensa’s Echo.  Wow.  There are many pictures of it on the web, but few give a real sense of how luminous and hovering and present it is.  The pic below is by Noel Y. C.

 

Even unicorns!

Pasted to the bottom of the 9th Street F station, at 10th & 4th.  Pretty sure that's from taylorthornebutler.com.

Nice things continue to happen to the streets around us

The placard on the planter says, This platform is public space and is not restricted to the patrons of any particular business.  Please watch your step.  And I love that.  The construction of the platform, narrowing of the traffic lanes, putting in the parking bumpers and placing the furniture and planters all happened in a whiz-bang week.  There's some irony to the placement of this piece of public good with dwindling tax dollars, for those of you who can recognize the building behind it.

Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes...

These are two etchings by Charles Emile Jacque (1813-1894), now in the New York Public Library’s digital collection, acquired from the collection of Samuel Putman Avrery (1822-1904).  The images are digitized and on line at NYPL – digital IDs 1220758 and 1220759.  Officially “sujet libre”, but browsable under “sex”.

EFF Takedown Hall of Shame

Ah, near and dear to the old Stumpy, Dante, Jane Thane of Ohio, and Billy Sam Donnelly crowd:  EFF's Takedown hall of shame.

"Bogus copyright and trademark complaints have threatened all kinds of creative expression on the Internet. EFF's Hall Of Shame collects the worst of the worst."

Our humble abode's Walk Score is 98. Shiny!

How about yours?

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Off the point

When I lived in the Bronx we called it stoop ball. Or, when we played it against the wedge of a wall and the sidewalk, we would call it off the point. (Counterintuitive? Do I misremember?) When we moved to the suburbs, where there were no stoops and where walls didn't meet sidewalks, but lawns, we played in the street and of course it was curb ball. And my brother and I played our own special variation of the game, called roof ball or off the roof. (You can imagine.)

Streetplay.

Lunchtime Robert Melee

City Hall Park. Rodin + crayons.

Via thingy.