The images of objects that fill this blog are as accidental and purposeful as everything else humans do. They are stolen from every day life, from the web surfing and environments we’ve decided to inhabit but were already created by others. Producing content that is…
Just found a bee hive in my bush. Front yard on Ditmas avenue near coney island avenue. Any beekeepers are welcome to relocate them. They are not aggressive, therefore we are not willing to call an exterminator yet. Email me for info and appointment.
Location: Brooklyn, 11218
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“I don’t know what you can get out of her article about living in public on Gawker, but as another former Gawker Media editor I was touched by her experiences. Before reading this, I thought of her as unwise with her career or maybe even a hack. This was wrong. She is just like me. And now I feel pretty dramatic and almost choked up and that is SILLY.”
Rachel says I should reblog this thing I wrote two years ago, because it’s timely again. So yes.
See, there’s this guy named Jake Dobkin. I’ve met this guy. He’s easily one of the two or three most humorless human beings I’ve ever met in my life. And that didn’t surprise me, because it helped explain why his website, Gothamist, is the way that it is.
Gothamist’s purpose is very simple: rewrite everything significant in the morning’s New York Times in short, passionless, humorless bite-sized chunks.