Classic Hydrant

Seriously, if you can’t give it up for this hydrant, you have no heart.


Look at that beautiful seal.  What is that in the center?  Nice roping above the seal / below the outlet.  And a tasteful paint job, weathering poetically. Classic.

Ghost Face

Is that a spooky ghost face?

…rotate… …enhance…

No, it’s a sweety kitty face!


Huckleberry we miss you

Huckleberry was a very good cat.

My name is – what? – Hey Lady!

So back when Slim Shady first came on the radio, I heard it from all over my neighborhood, up through my apartment window.

I liked the beat, but from a distance I mistook the chorus (‘my name is – what – slim shady’ ) for a sample of Jerry Lewis’ Nutty Professor (or is it The Bellboy?), where he says “Hey Lady”! I liked that someone was sampling that and grew fond of the song.

Good song



Beula Ticknor at Mighty Robot.
Puddin’ in the Mix
I used to play in a band with Puddin’.

photo: circa 2000, Mighty Robot, Brooklyn

Take that, family circus!

When I was young, like five years old, I learned that my Grandmother, “Nana”, had been a grammar school teacher. I had never heard of grammar, so I thought I heard Grandma School Teacher. I wasn’t sure what Grandma School was, but I didn’t know a lot of things at that age, so accepted it. It kind of made sense, she was my Nana after all.

True story. Take that, Family Circus!

How far is too far? The boiling Northeast vs. East-Northeast rap feud.

These days you can’t turn over a log without hearing about the ever escalating rapping feud between Northeast scene and the further north, East-Northeast crews. As if the bad blood weren’t enough, the central figures of each territory actually share blood. Yes MCs Green Mountain and Lake Effect are brothers.

With an ever-growing wedge polarizing the two camps and fan friction adding fuel to the fire, it is no surprise that threats have been heard leaking from the contesting crews. “I might not drive him to Mom’s birthday party”, MC Green Mountain has said allegedly.

Within weeks of Green Mountain dropping his new signature anthem, Night Pants, Lake Effect released No Pants. Can the back-to-back timing of these two songs be coincidence, or is it a call to war? Night Pants is an unmistakeable ode to comfort and relaxation, while No Pants appears to be a mantra for the self-employed who work at home and have business priorities that come before dressing.

Controversy like this is nothing new to this divided dynasty of hip hop. But if you think the lines are clear and you’re drawing up allegiance to one camp over the other, we have a shocking twist that may shake your world: The downstate DJ, A-Train, who has performed on, inspired and guided hit after hit for both of these factions, is none other than the third brother. Blood, after all, is thicker than bad-blood.

Disorient yourself with your belt

If you wear a belt daily, you know that after some time it warps – curling and bending at the points where the belt loops are.

With my newest belt, sure enough, a time came when I saw it beginning to bend and curl.  This time I decided to take action.  I thought if I could apply the opposite forces in all the spots that are warping, maybe I could reverse the effect.  That is, do to the top what’s happening at the bottom and do to the bottom what’s happening at the top, nullifying the warp entirely and making my belt new again.

To turn my belt upside down, I threaded it in the opposite direction.  For me that meant feeding it through the front right loop, and around my waist in a clockwise direction.  As I began this experiment, my thoughts were only about straightening my belt.  But soon I discovered I was toying with something far greater than the shape of my belt.  

I was challenging the rules of time and space. I was toying with motor memory, habit, with how I knew the world worked.  Suddenly a rote activity had become something entirely new.  Neither hand knew quite how to work with the other to get my belt on, I no longer knew what I knew and the mechanics of life itself were being called into question.  Then the belt was on, and I forgot about all that.

Until the next time I took off my pants.  And then again the next time I put them on.  What was this strange new world I had entered, where I had to consciously feed a belt through one loop at a time, each effort as much a challenge as the last?  My senses were awakened, my understanding of everything I had come to know was drawn into question.  Assumptions were useless, knowledge was a lie, up was down and left was right.  The world before me was limitless.

Try it.  Period of effect: depends on level of ambidexterity.  On average, expect 2 – 3 days.