It’s a long road to Caanan on Bleeker Street;

Tuesday afternoon while reading swissmiss I learned that the MoMA has recently installed a temporary exhibit in the Atlantic Avenue/Pacific Street (I love those street names, by the way) station in Brooklyn called MoMA Atlantic Pacific:

It’s meant to add art to a subway station for a monthlong period, but it’s also clear that it’s meant [...]

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Andiamo a Torino;

I know I’ve been remiss in continuing to recap our Italian adventure, but this last week wasn’t terribly inspiring for me–frustration in other quarters drained me of the urge to write anything at all.  That said, let’s get back to things.
When we were still planning some of the details of our trip, I thought I [...]

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L’aereo, il treno, e la macchina;

The primary reason why I haven’t posted pictures from Italy yet is because, I have, literally, hundreds of them.  Instead of doing a chronological recap, however, I’ll be taking you through some of my favorite moments of our trip, from our afternoon of trespassing on la strada privata to our many food shopping excursions/excuses for me to [...]

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Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together–I’ve got some real estate here in my bag. So we got a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies, and walked off to look for America;

We’re in the process of closing up the apartment and getting ready to hit the rails, so posting will be sporadic at best and erratic at worst.  But believe me, come October 13th I will have much to discuss.
Ciao!

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Hear that lonesome whistle, blowing ‘cross the trestle: “Wooowhee;”

A recent post from Miss Shortcake over at Our Little Haus (for some reason, my browser isn’t allowing me to embed links–her blog is on my roll to the right) reminded me that I completely forgot to post photos that I took during my recent trip back to Pennsylvania on Amtrak–on September 11th, no less.  [...]

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I’m sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination;

Images from a commute, or Layover in Bridgeport, Wednesday, August 13, 7:10 PM:

This is actually in South Norwalk–this train is always sitting, its engine running, and I’m always fooled into thinking that it’s my train and I’m late for it.  Clearly, the MTA takes delight in vexing me sometimes.

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Hoppípolla/I engum stígvélum/Allur rennvotur (rennblautur)/I engum stígvélum;

(Note:  normally I don’t like posting the sources of lyrics, but because the above are in Icelandic, I will–this is from “Hoppípolla” by Sigur Rós’s album Takk… and if you haven’t heard this record, download it immediately.  It’s one of my favorite albums to listen while commuting because you can just leave it on and [...]

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Sometimes I get overcharged—that’s when you see sparks. You ask me where they hell I’m going at a thousand feet per second—hey man, slow down, slow down. Idiot—slow down, slow down;

As it’s now December, I’m seeing evidence of the annual addition of passengers on my morning commute:  day trippers.  A few joined me on my shuttle ride back to the garage on a handful of evenings, and this morning a small coterie of women with young children thought it would be a lovely idea to [...]

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I’m gonna lay my head on some railroad line, and let the 2:19 ease my troubled mind;

New York magazine’s latest issue boasts a review of some of the most important design revolutionaries in the city’s recent history, with a focus on names that are perhaps not ones tossed about at home, but whose contributions have permanent imprints on the visual landscape.  It is only natural, then, that such a homage must [...]

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So I read to myself: a chance of a lifetime to see new horizons; on the front page a black and white picture of Manhattan skyline.

My first visit back to the MoMA after its massive renovation brought with it some melancholy—perhaps because my exicted hopes were somewhat diminished when I couldn’t see Night Fishing at Antibes, but perhaps when walking around the early 20th century galleries, we came across a series of three paintings by Umberto Boccioni known as States [...]

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