1. What’s left of the World Trade Center Towers, savage mass murder, looted reserves, lost files. It’s very haunting down there and this monument definitely communicates the heavy heart of sadness. Is it the proverbial black hole? Thankfully, the Truth’s gravity is stronger than Darkness’ and we know what we know.  — Ground Zero, Manhattan.

  2. Much cheering to the sound of schhhloooock; shower of unanticipated goals from midfield. Foosball tournament with Two Fabios, Andy, Fra & Ana Rita —  East Village.

  3. Advance quick… Halt. New Vague City state of mind.


  4. The dawn cracks an omelette. — Washington Sq. Park

  5. Was a nice surprise running into Lyndel, designer of sound systems, at the new branch of Nublu on Avenue C; Studio 151 where his latest installation resides. He is an old friend of Blenkinsopp and was one of the few people to be around during the making of Map of the Universe.

    Ana Rita, the fiery manageress of KiNo, explosive energy incarnate.

    Bebel (Gilberto) and friends sail off on a sofa. 

    — New Vague City.

  6. The place where commercials are the monuments. It’s the most crowded desert in the world. — Times Squirt.


  7. Alora, I am in New Vague City until further notice. KiNo Recording sessions continue with the sonic wizard Blenkinsopp. — Atlantic Ocean.


  8. Palais Ideal (The Ideal Palace) created by the most instinctual and inspired of all architects; actually a postman Facteur Cheval.


  9. The lady of the hour. Every time I see her, for some reason, I think of Charlie Chaplin. 


  10. What the hell is going on here? Tourists want a pose with a naked bird painted in stars and stripes. — Times Square, New Vague City.


  11. Yes, it’s hard not to reminisce about Mamma Roma. Caffé is ok but their tiramisu would earn them an earnest slap from any pastry chef in Italia. — Little Italy, NYC.


  12. Long day’s end in Long Island City. Meeting with Blenkinsopp at the Analogue lab, played him the material from LA recording sessions and checked out the little new processing unit he is creating.


  13. New York feels blue. Well, black and blue. Will she ever recover from the  economically sustained black hole of dull fuckers who people the city? The epoch of the artist slash producer slash actor slash designer is over. Now, everyone is a start up entrepreneur. — New Vague City.


  14. Hiro of Salon 77, the magic man who has always taken my mop head and turned it into something presentable — Brooklyn.


  15. Back with a bang. Someplace for something wild. Soon.— 42nd St. NYC