Silly.
So busy. So hurting from riding (sliding?) face first down the Bedford Ave. Still jumped in a car headed for "the beach". No regrets. My Gramps told me to go do shit while I still could.
Wait.
Wave.
Run.
August 12, 2008
August 02, 2008
Busy...
Living in New York is tiring with all its goings ons and it's been a kind of busy and kind of shitty few weeks. Here's some pictures. Lots more where these came from, but not a lot of words, time or blogging right now.
080731.
July 26, 2008
Grandpa
I'll briefly post to acknowledge a very important person who has passed away. My family is amazing: my grandmother feisty and resilient; my sister engaged and organized; my brother-in-law is curious and honorable; my mother caring and knowledgeable; father incisive and passionate. My grandfather was all of that: sweet, brilliant, capable, consistent, generous, inspiring. And to the end he brought us together with a well timed line.
Here's to a man who has left so many special memories and who will always inspire me.
The official word:
Mr. Bill Abbott, 83, of Roswell, GA passed away peacefully on July 23, 2008 after a brief illness.
Bill was born January 27, 1925 to Stella VanDuzer Abbott and William Abbott in Blakely, PA. After graduating from Blakely High School (Class of 1943), where he met his future wife, Marion Davies, he served in the Navy during WWII on the LST 689. Upon returning to PA, he worked for his father-in-law at Davies Motor Company in Peckville, PA and Scranton Buick. He then worked for Volkswagen in different locations for 15 years, Toyota in Severna Park, MD, and Isuzu in Roswell, GA. Since retirement, he has been active in the Roswell Chapter of S.E.L. and as a board member of the United States LST Association. Bill was known both before and after retirement for his generosity to family and friends, wonderful stories, and sincerity for sharing his joy for life.
He is survived by his wife of 62 years, Marion; son and daughter-in-law, Rick and Jean Abbott of Boulder, CO; daughter and son-in-law, Gayle and Ed Farley of San Ramon, CA; grandchildren Patti, Nate, Brett, and Timothy; great-granddaughter Emily; and sister Millicent Smailes. He was preceded in death by his brother, Earl, and sister, Marilyn Perkins.
A memorial service led by Rev. Nancy Folsom Lane was held Saturday, July 26th at the Roswell Funeral Home. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Roswell United Methodist Church or Senior Enriched Living, Roswell, GA.
Bill Abbott, Florida. 2007.
Bill and Marion Abbott, Florida. 2007.
July 04, 2008
water. falls.
i know that the "authorities" tell me not to blog in such a personal way. but whatever, heres some stuff. today is a very important personal day. and like other july 3/4's before, i can't sleep. so here's some pics from last week. my friend took me to see Japanther and the waterfalls that Olafur Eliasson made in New York.
Incredible. I also crashed my bike, had my Blackberry stole and tore up my knee. But all is well and I'm back in touch. So send me a txt with your phone number and I'll call you back or maybe next week I'll be back on the BB and send you a txt back. Honestly, at this moment, I miss everyone. Wishing the best to you.
-N.
PS. an EDIT, before I get to my images. we should all read this: http://bernardavishai.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-palace-of-arabs.html
(I know, too many and too below par, but I'm too tired to edit this any more...)
I went to visit my Grandparents and see my niece and my sister. I miss them all terribly.
Clouds. Since I just hung out with them and didn't take any pictures. Except of the clouds on the way there.
And when I saw that they had the checkbook out for John McCain. I still love them.
The sun was setting over the nabe where I live. But I don't live in that high-rise.
That's the Williamsburg bridge.
These people were in love and not paying attention to the waterfall under the Brooklyn Bridge.
This waterfall was in front of an old building and a new building.
Brooklyn Bridge. With waterfall. And flag.
Take a picture. Brooklyn Bridge.
Financial District.
Liberty. 2008.
Statue. Sucky picture. 2008.
Japanther crowd. (1) 2008.
Japanther crowd. (2) 2008.
Two pints of Jameson later, I made it back to my bed in Brooklyn. 5am, on the Fourth of July, I'm still awake and wondering.
June 30, 2008
It run on imagination
Working my butt off or more specifically, giving myself a fat ass and getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I guess, in the midst of this I am resigned to being a consumer of culture and art even as I am producing. Anyway, watch and read and listen.
The Itch (PS. I love thinking about perception even if I don't have/get it...):
The article is at NewYorker.com, but go buy the magazine and read it in a park or a coffee shop.
Beautiful:
Bon Iver, Skinny Love
Funny (and also smart):
Show cookie pride by eating...coooooooookie!
Ciao for now...
May 21, 2008
Love Affair
I've been sick, like my brain has been hurting because my sinuses have been so fucked and I really have accomplished approximately nothing all week. Anyway, despite not doing anything positive, sucking saltwater up my nose, taking 3 showers every day just for the humidity and losing two to three pounds every time I blow my nose (along with, possibly, 15-20 points on my fucking SATs, or IQ, which means basically nothing) over the last 6 days, I did manage to watch some movies, read some magazines, look at some pictures and listen to a bunch of music. And all I want to do is sit outside with friends and laugh, then go for a nice if overpriced dinner, and out to some dark and dirty bar, wake up smiling at my headache and foggy memories, and go for brunch. Instead, I write the lamest blog post in history.
This story, of a guy who collected a Polaroid every day for about 18 years, is so over-blogged I wasn't gonna post it. But the images are very good, and the story collected is well crafted and the images from the last year of his life are something else.
It also ties into one interesting story of dedication, love, focus and partnership. This one I saw yesterday while I tried to not infect anyone whilst wandering around MoMA. You kind of have to see it in person to recognize the sheer madness of spending 30 years taking pictures of then curating and printing a geometric and fucking weird survey of industry around the world. But Bernd and Hilla Becher have done something that just tears apart my mind.
Go rent the movie Control, about Ian Curtis of the band Joy Division. Movie was made by Anton Corbijn who is a legendary music and portrait photographer. You should really look around his website and at his photographs.
Hercules and Love Affair Blind.
Cut Copy.
Justice. (I was gonna post this, but then I saw it on Anthony's Joystick blog, but I'm posting it anyway. Great minds don't fall far from the tree of Apples?)