Posts tagged: New Haven
yes. yes. yes. i still want to punch this fucker in the face.
Hang on… is Alex Fisher not a chick?
I have emerged from illness intact once again. The sinus infection going around Occupy New Haven did not spare me her horrors. Attributing this to the fact that I am the only medic at our protest & thereby have touched just about everybody else who is sick I am unsurprised by the results. It has been cold sleeping out of doors, we are learning to adapt to new bacteria & living conditions.
This weekend past was spent at Occupy Philadelphia. Between 800 & a thousand people congregated at city hall in the heart of the financial district. A ten piece band with two MCs hooked up to a power source (mostly solar, with some draw from the building itself) deafened the doubting masses in the roundabout. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Slug let me sleep in his tent as the homeless spilled into the subway system below the street. Humor was widely available: I picked up a Tips for Preventing Sexual Assault pamphlet: it advised me that the most effective way to do that was to simply not assault anybody. The occupiers will likely be evicted next month to make way for a new ice skating rink upon the ground where they have pitched their tents. Meanwhile the city closed 8 schools this week due to budget cuts.
I was able to spend time with my brother & mama dukes in between clinical time riding with New Haven Fire & assisting in the Yale/St. Raphael’s ERs. So much trauma. So much blood. This business I have engaged myself in does not bode well for clean boots. My nausea at the sights & smells has subsided… I have held arterial blood inside someone with my own hands. I fully comprehend the power of what we do now.
Just a quick journal entry, life remains busy & mostly without electrical power. Saying hello & sending love to you all. If you’re in town stop by the medical tent at the Green. I’ve got Omega-3 gummy worms.
Missed connection of the day.
Yelling “DUDE I FOUND SOME ACID” into his cell phone with the loudspeaker blaring.
Discretion, kids. It’s the better part of valour.
by the people who live in/frequent East Rock. Graduate students are so vanilla.
& the privileged ones will be returning to school. No more empty coffee shops to ruminate in nor quiet afternoons at the bike shop. Security will be stepped up. The train station will become a turnstile of terrified Yale kids busting their asses to reach the campus before nightfall. I will blend into the crowd of townies huddled at the bars. We will all stop talking about the income disparity & opportunity issues this city has so the school year can begin uninterrupted by our political grumblings.
These kids think they go to fucking Hogwarts. They don’t. It isn’t. It is a living, breathing system. A furnace. An engine. I have yet to find a way to relate that to these people. They live in a city, not on a college campus.
Speaking of cities:
We spent last night in New York for the Twenty To Twelve show @ Arlene’s Grocery (they kicked ass). Proceeded to bar crawl through Astoria until the witching hours. Beers & revelry were had. Billiards were shot. Relatively few people were offended. I am immensely hung over.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, tea tree oil is NOT sex lubricant.
That is all.
It’s not you, it’s me.
Worked my fingers bare at the Bike Collective (inside the New Haven Free Store at 55 Church) helping teenagers from the city build bicycles. They have to work for five hours & fix two bikes, then we let them take one home. The busted bikes are donated by Yale & L.L. Bean among others & if you have a rusting stallion in your garage please drop it off!
I’ll be putting together some single speed bikes with vintage import frames over the next couple of weeks that we’re hoping to sell for between 50-150 bucks. Should you be in the market for a mode of transportation that runs on awesome I highly recommend stopping by. Check out some baked goods & free threads while you’re there, sign up to volunteer, whatever strikes your fancy.
Or just come say hello. I’m around from 2-4pm on Sundays & 3-9pm on Tuesdays with Chris doing nonprofit things.
New Haven 1974
Chapel Street looking northwest towards the intersection with Church Street.
Bicycle trouble. Cranks aren’t playing nice since the chainring was moved to the outside, the bottom bracket is grinding something awful. I fear they may need to be replaced. I have a rather expensive month on the agenda what with tuition & taking over the lease on this apartment but it is definitely time for a beater bike. Riding in the rain with the commie mobile sucks.
What am I up to? Renovations at the studio. We’ve got an investor on the hook for construction materials & some fellas interested in renting from us so things are looking up on that angle. I found a couple of female vocalists to assist in our musical shenanigans & teaching Kaelyn to sing (despite a pack of Marb reds a day) has gone relatively swimmingly. Prepare for a couple of palatable tracks soon that do not feature five or six iterations of me drinking scotch at five AM.
Renovations are in the works at home as well, expect to see the saga of Sam installing hardwood floors after negotiating with the management company. This faux pine laminate shit has got to go.
Oh, & if you’re looking for a vampire roommate in New Haven I have a cheap bedroom for you. Five hundred a month & I’m never home to interfere with your lifestyle. It’s a loft overlooking the river between Wooster Square & Fair Haven adjacent to Criscuolo Park. Spread the word, little ones.
We’ll be back after a brief intermission. Please, no smoking in the lobby.
