Friday, June 18, 2010

More Berry Business

Wow I've never come down with bird photo fever before.

Gotta immortalize the feathered. Gotta getta betta look.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Friday, June 11, 2010

Red Bird District II

I just took this picture of my Red Friend sitting in the berry tree, Brooklyn. Isn't he fine?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

New Device For Cleaning Up Children From Park


Too many kids on your lawn, or on the Great Lawn? Just rig one of these up, give it a roll.
(Really this is at the just opened fabulous new part of Brooklyn Bridge Park, right at the end of Atlantic Avenue. It is really a kiddie wonderland. A big terrific water feature play area, climbing region, swath of swings, realm of sand. Well done, all those who done it.).

Monday, June 7, 2010

More notes from the Red Bird District

Would you like to see his beady little eye? Click and see.
I am a red bird standing on a pole, I am so fancy.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Code Translation through Transliteration

Father’s port of deck: The ray’s sun, whether from

real eye in sun or pro-tech sun.

We moo, truly pledge due East. Other.

Our lives are our fortunes, as is our sacred honor.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Go Outside; garden jewelry


Dear crazy and near-crazy Bleaders,

It is a beautiful day. Go outside. Going outdoors helps the crazy and fast. Your brain can tell your arm to move and it just moves, no delay, but you walk out of your bright room and down the basement stairs and it takes a full half hour to get full night vision. Why so slow? It’s chemical.

The rods in your eyes use the chemical rhodopsin to absorb photons and thereby perceive light. When a rhodopsin molecule absorbs a photon, it is split into two: a retinal molecule and an opsin molecule, which then slowly recombine. When your eyes are flooded with bright light all your rhodopsin is turned into retinal and opsin. If you then put yourself into the dark there is no rhodopsin and you just have to wait for your retinal and opsin to recombine into rhodopsin. (The retinal, btw, is derived from Vitamin A., hence all sorts of things you've heard of.) There is no rushing the rate of it.

Anyway, about your crazy. Your crazy is contained in the room you are in. The room in which you loiter. When you step outside, outdoors, into the wide open upness (if urbanly not side-to-side), your crazy expands immediately to fill the immense space and almost none of it is left in your head.

Crazy taken outside does not act like an eye going from lightness to dark, but rather like an arm being asked to swat a fly off your picnic. It’s not a slow influence towards sanity, it is Jack stands up and gets out of the box. Climbs out of his little metal cube, regards the winder with some wry distaste, shudders, walks away.

Out of your boxes, crazies. It is not sufficient to imagine leaving the house, which is why I did not take a picture of the sky for you, I thought you might imagine gazing upon it to be sufficient. There are mechanical factors involved, beyond what you can factor. Stand up and get out there.

Love,

Jennifer