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I had my annual board meeting with myself yesterday. This year, I convened on a stump by the frozen lake in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. I watched ducks, swans, and seagulls swim in a melted section along the other side of the lake. They took turns flying in groups above the water, over the ice, and back to the surface. It was overcast, but occasionally the sun broke through, warming me and lighting up the ice. I kept asking “When will you thaw?” No one answered 😆 But I think the thaw is coming. Hopefully this year. ❤️ On the way home, I saw something in the snow. #NewYear #YearoftheTiger #motivation #ACDC #something https://www.instagram.com/p/CZcfJoVlhLI/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Nice birthday campaign for Al Jaffee. I’ll try to find his kind reply to my letter in fifth grade. The attached is from @mad.magazine - with a note from the organizer @sam_viviano_illustrator: AL JAFFEE WILL BE 100 YEARS OLD ON MARCH 13! Birthday greetings have been pouring in, and it’s not too late to add yours to the bunch. Draw a portrait of Al, come up with some Snappy Answers, create your own half-arsed Fold-In, or simply go to the store and buy a card! Send it to the address shown in the graphic...and PLEASE put your full name (that means both first name and last name!) and return address on the envelope. Send your greeting today. Help make this the best hundredth birthday Al has ever had! #madmagazine #AlJaffee https://www.instagram.com/p/CLsgHCdLC15/?igshid=1nrvgyx7l9xej

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Today I’m threading some sounds that have reached me recently. It started with birds, what sounded like a hundred tiny beaks chirping as fast as they could on my window sill, about an hour before I needed to wake up. Under the lead of an assertive, entrepreneurial leader, they discovered warm air leaking from the side panels of my air conditioner and decided to pile themselves like a pyramid of cannon balls and celebrate with monosyllabic bursts that tested what’s left of my high frequency hearing. The urgency of each cheep – cross-talking each other like a row of machine guns firing at once – suggested they expected some reward of food, maybe a million tiny worms dangling from the beak of their overlord. At least, that’s what I imagined. After fifteen minutes or so, once they were sure I was awake, they either moved on to murder someone else’s morning or decided to go silent. I haven’t heard them since. More often, since last October, we’ve been awakened by an end of days sound that makes our hundred-year-old house in Brooklyn vibrate like a centenarian on four shots of espresso. “The sound,” as my family has started to call it, is shapeless, directionless, sourceless, all-consuming, omnipresent, and suggestive in its volume of omniscience or lower consciousness. It’s a satanic wave form of doom. No, it’s not fog horns from East River – this is like five fog horns from invisible tankers docked in the backyard spaces of our row houses. Then imagine ten idling invisible garbage trucks on the decks of those tankers. We reported it to 311. We posted in a neighborhood group. We were relieved to find a neighbor who had heard it. We weren’t insane. The sound comes most often at 4 am. But also during the day. We imagine it’s a subterranean drill, 20 feet in diameter, mercilessly shredding the bedrock under our neighborhood to create a new subway tunnel. Sometimes it shudders before it ceases, suggesting that it is a machine, not a demon. The vibrations do not soothe our pandemic-punished nerves. In Martin Scorsese’s recent Netflix series “Pretend It’s a City,” Fran Lebowitz ... Read the rest on DaveDigest.com - link in bio ☺️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CLf9cwMrh_4/?igshid=1flk5mp42460g

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Hanging with David in DC. Not sure why we look so serious. https://www.instagram.com/p/B84V7r4HE5i/?igshid=1ps0wf96tcyau

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Homecoming at Port Authority #Christmas #NYC https://www.instagram.com/p/BrZFy_AFvnj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vncprqpcw2c6

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42nd at Port Authority #Thanksgiving #NYC https://www.instagram.com/p/BqdlpSCF7Au/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17021vjzcilcs

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Curbside, among the fallen leaves, the skeleton of someone’s singalongs, lessons, and Sunday songs. https://www.instagram.com/p/BqYhrEvFvlv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13ep3vucqztbk

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From Thursday’s rare pre-Thanksgiving snow. #Brooklyn #NYC #Thanksgiving https://www.instagram.com/p/BqV2cp1lV5t/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2ktds02sagaz

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Wonder Wheel and wings.

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#ConeyIsland on #july4th - restores my love for humanity, fuel for art, thinking how Mama would have loved seeing the beautiful people. #nyc

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Garry Wills has a great definition of “saint” in The New York Review of Books (June 7, 2018), in “The Art of the Schmooze,” a tribute to Studs Terkel: “I consider him a saint, by the only definition that makes sense to me: a man or woman whose company you leave feeling that you should become a better person.” And that you can be ... @nybooks @StudsArchive #nyrb #StudsTerkel #Chicago

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In the distance, #LadyLiberty seemed to be cruising down the #BrooklynBridge. From the #Btrain #nyc #statueofliberty

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So glad I caught @kidmidnight at @theboweryelectric #supercool

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I found a cat. (at East Village, Manhattan)