The Newtown Pentacle

Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

It has been discussed so often here that it is depressing to actually bring it up again, but your humble narrator absolutely detests this time of the year. Miserable vulnerabilities to cold wreak havoc upon an already weakened constitution, and the diminished availability of light emanating from the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself during these months cause me nothing but misery and consternation. In short, I hate the winter, and it sort of figures that the world will cease to be on precisely the date when the winter solstice occurs and the days begin to grow longer.

Mayan Apocalypse Countdown: just 10 days left until the 13th b’ak’tun ends, initiating the Mayan Apocalypse on December 21st. Tick, tock.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Wandering about in the wastelands surrounding the Newtown Creek and its tributaries normally bring me a sort of solace, but of late, not so much. It is painful to know so much about a subject that you actually have no one to chat with about it. More and more, I think about my friend Bernie Ente, and his loss grows ever more profound. He is dearly missed.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The good news is that the excess time I am cursed with is being put to some use. A schedule of 2013 tours and events is being hammered out and negotiated as you read this, and there are quite a few interesting things on the horizon. There will be two completely new Newtown Creek walking tours, as well as an updated “Magic Lantern” lecture and slideshow. Additionally, discussions about new opportunities out on the harbor are starting as well. Just have to make it through to the spring in one piece…

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  1. “Where there’s death, there’s hope.” – Brother Theodore.

    Mitch, I love the winter. That’s when I, just like you, get all my thinking done. And the disgusting varieties of human garbage and vermin are hidden out of sight under bundles of clothing or locked away in their abodes. The streets even look cleaner. “L’enfers, c’est les autres” ( Hell is other people.) – Jean Paul Sartre. And les autres are nowhere to be seen. I just love howling blizzards in February.

    Misanthropically Yours,

    (And btw, “I’ve got a friend Shirley who’s bigger than you.” The fantastic Honeymooners Marathon just 21 days away.)


    December 11, 2012 at 10:24 am

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