I consider myself a fairly thrifty person, and a large part of my penny-pinching includes getting most of my entertainment from public libraries. Reserving stuff online to your nearest branch makes it easy to watch, say, all of ‘The Prisoner’ at one’s leisure, but sometimes the entertainment comes from the library itself.
Perusing the shelves I noticed some…interesting choices in classification, including Borat’s guide to Glorious Kazakhstan amongst the travel guides.
Normally I avoid large groups of kids like the plague, but I’ll make an exception to check out the reaction of those going on Erik’s Reptile Edventure., especially once the inevitable salamander gets loose.
Forget the illegible sticker tag (and aren’t sticker tags a tad lazy?), check out the small scrawl above. Someone just learned to print and is proud of their skills.
Now this is a proper tag. I’m thinking it’s either by ‘You Go Girl’ or ‘Read UP!’; this example’s right on the Gowanus.
Heading into Manhattan on a K-Mart run, I saw this tape fossil embedded in the sidewalk. When did it get there? How long has it been there? Will the day come when someone comes across it having no idea what a tape is? Is there anyway they can determine whether it was a Wham! cassette?
K-Mart in New York is an anomaly; the familiarity of suburbia run through the filter of a city’s poorly-lit corner deli. The strangest part is I haven’t seen a K-Mart out in suburbia in ages; Target sort of took over, making the one by Astor place seem akin to the few remaining porn shops around Times Square-seediness from a passing era.
Above we have two objects towards the same purpose- deep fryin’ food. Why then is the open, presumably more fire-hazardous one the ‘GranPappy’ while the lidded, poor attempt at futuristic design the ‘CoolDaddy’? Are grease burns vintage?
Snowpocalypse Twenty-Ten (Snowmageddon’s just not doing it for me) really was a killstorm, with one man dead and one severely injured due to falling branches. Being indoors for 3 days straight in a teeny apartment ensured a bad case of Cabin Fever, but with the very sky threatening doom, what to do? Visit one of the city’s enormous museums, accessible by subterranean transportation, of course! (New Yorkers are a step away from becoming Morlocks in terms of how easy avoiding sunlight is).
The Met’s recreation of a Babylonian king’s hall always makes me nervous, due to watching ‘The Neverending Story’ as a kid: