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Up high, in Allegheny City
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned in past postings, your humble narrator has been playing ‘catch-up’ with the wishes of the Medical/Insurance Complex. They have ordered technicians to irradiate me, beam high intensity sound through my flesh, and also sample the various internal ichors sloshing about within for chemical analysis. All of their ambitions are in my best interest, of course, and several of these annual diagnostic tests are overdue, having been ‘put on hold’ during the broken ankle ordeal.
One of the ‘reasons for Pittsburgh’ is the quality of health care here. Absolutely top notch. They literally cured Polio here in Pittsburgh ‘back in the day,’ and the medical system here is fairly well staffed and equipped. Everything in Pittsburgh is ‘easy’ in comparison to the drawn out struggles of dealing with NYC’s health system.
Cannot tell you how many times that I said, during the physical therapy part of the ankle recovery period, that ‘thank god I’m not in NYC.’ To wit: on this particular morning, I had a test scheduled at the main hospital here in Pittsburgh, Allegheny General. It’s the building you see used for exteriors on that HBO show ‘The Pitt.’
I literally drove here in 15 minutes from HQ during rush hour, arrived at their parking lot and then easily found a convenient spot, got into an elevator and was seen at precisely the time which my appointment called for. In and out in an hour. Back at the parking lot, and then back home in 10 minutes. Easy.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the setting for these shots. As you can see, it was quite misty out at about 8:30 in the morning on Pittsburgh’s north side this particular morning. The lot is multi-story, the sort which you drive through and the ramps are set up like the threads of a screw. I always head up to the open air top level. Less crowded. Culturally speaking, the locals will go to blows over a spot nearby the entrance on the first level, whereas the ones up top are normally waiting for a car to fill them.
My test results came back as ‘normal,’ although there’s some stuff going on in there that the docs want to ‘keep an eye on.’ I’m at that age where everything the docs want to look at, or warn me about, sounds terrifying.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Saying all that, I’m nearly 60. The clock, as it were, is ticking. No time to waste. I’m obliging the science stuff here, because it’s colossally stupid not to. Their first name is ‘Doctor,’ and I’m just a schmuck with a camera, so I try to follow the advice of the blue pajamas and white coat crowd as much as possible. If they want photo taking advice, I’m available.
Nothing new has emerged from the various peeks within, which is actually good news. Homeostasis has always been a goal.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My parents were the members of the family who didn’t decamp Brooklyn for Long Island or New Jersey, which meant that they spent a lot of time looking in on and caring for the old timers still in the ‘old neighborhood.’
Take Aunt Vera to the doctor, pick up Aunt Edna on Ocean Parkway and after a few stops, then take them both out for a diner lunch, and then drop off a bag of support hose to Grandma on Linden Blvd. – that would describe my Dad’s average Saturday. I spent a lot of time as a kid around very, very old people and am thereby very familiar with what life’s ‘Act 3’ entails and looks like. The degradations, the humiliations, all of it.
I have no illusions about how my remaining years will play out. Dissolution is the nature of all things. Only thing you really can do for your self is find some way to be as comfortable as possible while you’re waiting on that exit line.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Having stated all of that gloomy yet inevitable stuff, I’ve still got a lot of people to piss off and there’s lots of fun that I haven’t had yet. Once I’m done with all of these medical obligations by the end of July, there’s a couple/three destinations which I want to hit in August/September. I’m also pretty hyped to actually be able to shoot ‘leaf season’ in the ‘burning hills of Pennsylvania’ this year.
Two of the outings are railroad specific, the other is a visit to a nearby urban core which I’m interested in seeing. I’m also pretty hyped about actually experiencing Halloween this year, something which has been denied to me by circumstance since prior to COVID.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year, after all.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was time to get on with my day, after the medical testing was finished.
Unfortunately for me, as I really didn’t want to be doing this kind of detailed and finicky work on this particularly atmospheric day, I had to finish a series of table top product shots back at HQ. Such matters are finicky, especially so when there isn’t a ‘stylist’ to prep the device in question for its portraits. A job’s a job.
Back tomorrow with something different at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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Downtown, where your life’s a joke
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The plan for this walk, from Lawrenceville to Pittsburgh’s Downtown, had a sweet ending planned. Our Lady of the Pentacle and I were going to meet up downtown, and then have a drink at a rooftop bar in one of the big hotels. I’ve developed a list of rooftop bars hereabouts, and plan on checking out as many as I can this summer.
The one we visited on this occasion ended up being a little underwhelming. It sold itself as a ‘beer’ bar, but had a fairly limited menu of options in that category, and the only food they offered was either outlandishly expensive or utterly unhealthy, sometimes both. Also, no umbrellas or other protection from direct sunlight.
They kept on pushing us to order a $28 pretzel.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the U.S. Steel building in the background, with ‘Cherry Way’ in the fore – the last of several alleys I’d checked out on this walk. In yesterday’s post, I included links to a series of roof top tours which Our Lady and I attended last year before all the ankle business happened, scroll down if interested in seeing what this are looks like from up high.
One was about a half hour early at the meetup spot, so I negotiated over to a city park and found a bench to sit upon. I’d been in constant motion for about three hours, and it was warm and quite humid day here in Appalachia. After checking my phone to see if I’ve been cancelled by strangers yet for some newly defined sin, a few things caught my eye.
This is a very busy, and zealously protected by the ‘powers that be,’ section of downtown. City Hall is nearby.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That aluminum gray box with the square windows is the ‘Alcoa Building.’ The corporation had since decamped to a larger, campus style, building on Pittsburgh’s north shore. My understanding is that this Alcoa building is a landmark, but is being converted to some sort of housing.
Me? I was just shvitzing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Pictured above is the facade of the 1916 vintage William Penn Hotel, which has a storied history including Presidential stays and resident movie stars. The many windows are an artifact of an era before air conditioning, and were designed to allow air to flow through during Pittsburgh’s warm and humid months. There’s also cold and humid months here. It’s always humid.
By the way, the title of today’s post is yet another song reference.
Yeah, I’m kind of thinking I’m back.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
While sitting in the park, I waved the camera about a bit, capturing random shots which it might be handy to have at some future time. A text chimed on my phone, telling me that Our Lady of the Pentacle was nearing. One made his way over to where our predetermined meetup spot was. Happy day! We were reunited and then made our way to the elevators and the bar with the $28 pretzel.
Everything was clean and nice. Most of the seating were bar stools, which were profoundly uncomfortable. As stated, there were no sun barriers, which is puzzling for a roof top bar operating within a pretty swank hotel. Also as mentioned, the list of beers wasn’t anything special or particularly exclusive.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
We decided to cut it short after one drink, and paid our bill. A few blocks away there’s another hotel bar (not a rooftop) whose ‘shtick’ are great burgers. We got there, and they had Guinness on tap! That’s rare in Pittsburgh.
After dinner, a rideshare car carried us back to Dormont, and that was the story of my big day out.
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Dark alleys
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
If a street is labeled as a ‘way’ in the Pittsburgh area, it’s an alley.
Unlike NYC, which has few alleys and those that exist have an ‘affordable housing’ component, Pittsburgh uses these alleys for deliveries and trash collection. The garbage trucks work through the alleys, which are usually badly maintained but still serviceably paved roads. Every now and then, you’ll find yourself driving through one of these paths as a motorist, while trying to avoid congestion or a construction project.
Me? I was walking along recently on a stroll from Lawrenceville to the Downtown section, and for some reason found myself wanting to walk through these ‘alleys’ as much as possible along the ‘way.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a lovely sensation of isolation when walking along these paths. Just half a block in either direction, the sidewalks of Pittsburgh’s Strip District were absolutely packed with pedestrians. There was a baseball game occurring later in the day, and the Strip District seems to be where people visiting the City for a day trip like to congregate. It’s an ‘Arthur Avenue’ sort of situation on game days, where people who are descended from the original inhabitants of the neighborhoods return from the suburban hinterlands for a game, and seek out the familiar and unchanging that they remember from childhood.
Notice that the alley is relatively orderly. Illegal dumping, not so much. A reasonable amount of graffiti, no piles of blood, scabs, or hair (which is a call out reference to the punk band Fear’s ‘New York’s Alright.’)
While walking through these paths, I was generally completely alone, which is also kind of interesting.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m sure that this is another one of the things that I find myself doing here which will elicit an ‘are you crazy, you’ll get killed’ from the locals. According to about half of my friends, every walk I took around Newtown Creek was going to end with me getting killed by Mafiosos, with my body disappearing into either the flow of garbage through the Creeklands, or that I’d entombed in a concrete block. The latter warning was literally offered to me once as the likely consequence of taking a walk in Maspeth.
‘Fear is the mind killer.’ If something’s going to happen, it’s going to happen. Can’t sit at home fretting. Go outside. Talk to somebody. See a thing. Do a thing. Don’t wait, the day after tomorrow might not come. Every single media outlet and social media site is designed to scare you into thinking the world outside is far worse than it actually is so that you stay home and consume more of their content. ‘If it bleeds, it leads’ is an actual motto in news rooms.
Go.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve always been obsessed with Apocalyptic thema. From the Christian book’s ‘Act 3,’ to the breaking of the iron gates of Dhu al-Qarnayn, and of course: George Romero’s Zombie opuses…
The bit of historical wisdom I often offer the young is that ‘Civilizations come and go, but life goes on.’ The Romans are Italian now, and the Ottomans are now just Turks. Just in my own lifetime, the Soviet civilization collapsed, but the Russians kept on going.
Unfortunately.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This wasn’t an alley, in the shot above, rather it’s an avenue. I had arrived at the gateway point to Pittsburgh’s Downtown section. The structure above the street is a rail trestle which feeds into the Amtrak station (to the left) off of the Fort Wayne Railroad Bridge spanning the Allegheny River.
This walk was about six miles. I find I can easily do that distance now, in comparison to the late spring when my still gamey ankle was giving me all sorts of problems after a couple of miles. Push, push, push.
In the long term, the only thing that can actually cripple me is my own bullshit, and fear. I can and will survive, even if it’s just out of spite, until I don’t. I will survive this year, if it kills me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I think spite, and an underlying garden bed of simmering hatred, might be an important motivator. Everybody rejects the negative emotions, but in doing so, they end up in psychological hell by sublimating and feeling guilty about using the software that they were born with. It’s ok, let it out occasionally to bleed out the pressure. Anger is an energy.
On a different note, last year Our Lady and I attended one of Mark Houser’s Skyscraper Roof tour events, and I was able to record the view from up top on a couple of those giant piles of brick and steel above.
Check out ‘suit and a tie zoning,’ ‘Koppers Building Roof tour,’ ‘Frick Building Roof tour,’ and ‘Benedum Trees Building roof tour.’
Back tomorrow with the end of this particular scuttle.
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Don’t touch
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing with a scuttle between Pittsburgh’s Lawrenceville and the Downtown area in today’s post. Scroll down to past posts from last week, for prior ruminations on robotics and AI, and see where this walk started.
As mentioned in those posts, wherever it was possible, your humble narrator’s path stuck to the ‘way’ or alley streets for this scuttle. Just happens that there’s rail tracks along this particular way, but my fever dream of catching a train moving around back here didn’t come true this time. Again.
The gentrification fires burn brightly in both east and west directions from this industrial area, like book ends. It’s all a part of the ongoing recovery from the regional collapse of the steel industry in Pittsburgh over the last 40 years. Nowadays, they’re building autonomous vehicles and battlefield robots here, whereas just a few blocks distant it’s ‘affordable housing’ and ‘YIMBY’ sentiment.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This trestle is part of the 33rd street rail bridge, which spans the Allegheny River and connects to the northern shore nearby Etna and Millvale.
For those of you keeping score, this walk started at Pittsburgh’s 50th street, so 17 blocks in with a few tessellation’s north or south, while underway. The reliable measure in NYC was always ‘20 blocks are a mile,’ but that’s based on a predictable grid. There is no such organizing principle here. Pittsburgh was a boom town, and if an industrial entity wanted a large campus that broke a grid, they’d get it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After passing under the rail bridge, I was walking into somewhat familiar territory, so decided to mix that up a bit. As mentioned, I was trying to stick – as much as possible – to the alleys.
This is where one such as myself belongs, amongst the abandoned rails, and the cast away possessions of the human infestation.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As is my habit, I was busy beating myself up psychologically while walking along, but that’s something I’m trying to stop doing so I plugged the headphones into my ear holes and keyed up some music. This time around it was the band ‘Gorillaz.’
Have to download a few albums from the Mountain Goats before my next walk. Love that band.
I listen to this 20 year old song from the Mountain Goats a lot these days, and especially so when all the ankle drama was going on. I will survive this year, if it kills me.
Mountain Goats wrote and performed one of my absolute favorite ‘Newtown Creek theme songs’ with ‘Lovecraft in Brooklyn’ as well. Recommended listening.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was forced off my alleys path for a bit due to a huge construction project. Remember when I mentioned the Gentrification Furnaces glowing brightly? There’s an invisible line somewhere around this set of warehouses where Lawrenceville ends, and the Strip District begins, but I’m ignorant of its actual location. Ask a realtor.
Ok, I mentioned the ankle situation above. Everything was cool on this walk – no pain, swelling, or clicking. Fingers crossed, this experience might be a bad memory at this juncture and ‘fade into black.’
Again: I will survive this year, if it kills me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The 31st street bridge was in now front of me. I still had a couple/three miles to go before meeting Our Lady downtown. Lots of alleys coming up.
Back tomorrow.
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Walking a line
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The industrial building pictured above, as seen from the streets of Pittsburgh’s Lawrenceville section, is the home of Carnegie Robotics. The end of the world is probably being invented in there right now.
There’s an air of dread floating about in my mind when I see industries working in this direction. Developing technology in this direction will lead us out of the current ‘Robocop 3’ reality show we’re all living in, go right through Terminator, and end up being the back story for Dune.
Butlerian Jihad, anyone?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a big ‘H’ on the wall of the Carnegie Robotics property. It signifies the former owner of the site, the Heppenstall Company. Luckily for me, Pittsburgh City Paper’s Chris Potter did a piece on the Heppenstall outfit back in 2006, so I didn’t have to hit the books and do my own detective work.
One kept on walking. Forward, ever forward.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My obeyance to the conceit of following the ‘way’ or alley streets continued, and in this case, I ended up walking along the ballast rock path alongside a set of Allegheny Valley Railroad tracks. I would have been thrilled, were the white whale to have appeared, to capture a photo of one of their train sets.
It’s getting stupid at this point. I’ve learned to predict the movements of two of the four railroads that commonly operate here, and am beginning to figure out those of a third. The fourth – AVRR – is like a phantom.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the 40th street bridge pictured above, a colossal vehicle span connecting the north shore nearby Rialto Street and Route 28 to Lawrenceville.
I had to walk through a company’s parking lot directly after this.
One of the cool things about Pittsburgh is how few shits anyone gives about that sort of thing. Unless you’re messing around and trying to break into the cars in the lot or something, it’s completely uncommented upon and ‘ok.’ What a difference compared to all the yentas who would bug me back in NYC with the ‘what are you taking pictures of’ and ‘who are you with’ comments before telling me that taking photos was a crime and they were going to call the cops on me. I’d laugh when a car of Cops, particularly on the Queens side of the Creek, would pull up and say ‘Hi, Mitch.’
I once had a mob of old Greek ladies chase me down the block, over by St. Irene’s in Astoria, and they were yelling ‘it’s Al Quaeda’ at the top of their lungs after seeing my camera. Yikes!
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Just as a point of fact, there are no actual laws in the United States forbidding photography – with just a few exceptions – mainly focused within the confines of Military Bases and around Judicial Courts. The ‘rule’ is that if you are in a public space – street, sidewalk, park – whatever – you have no ‘expectation of privacy.’ This is the very ‘right’ that the cops exploit that allows them to put security, red light, or bike lane cameras up wherever they want to. Good for the goose, all that.
I didn’t see any AVRR activity, but I did see a bunch of their rolling stock being stored on this siding.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Looking back where I’d been, and this ended up being my favorite shot of the day for some reason. Everything went right with the exposure and I barely had to ‘touch’ it when doing the developing phase in Adobe Camera Raw. Process wise; the shots comes off the camera, are converted to a format native to Adobe’s software family, they get a basic set of settings governing this, that, and the other thing, are cropped, edited a final time, and then published. I go out of my way not to alter photos in any way other than basic adjusts to contrast and that sort of thing. When I employ a ‘trick,’ like exposure or focus stacking, I usually describe what I did under the photo here. I aspire to journalistic ideals.
Everything you see here is part of the tyranny of the real.
Back next week with more.
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