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It’s National Beer Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Whilst lying about and writhing in self recrimination, a humble narrator often finds himself aghast. As is often opined, existential horror is what colors my days and precludes peaceful rest at night. Certainty exists in my mind that the cogs of fate are spinning towards doom, but I’ve been saying that for decades. One thing which all can agree upon, I believe, is that there is something wrong. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t the political craphole I’m talking about.

There’s a larger sense, zeitgeist wise, that something weird has happened. Google “Mandela Effect” for the pop culture version of this phenomena.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One often wonders about parallel universes and alternate timelines. Theoretically, every moment in time – every decision you make in fact – spawns a binary split in time. There’s a universe out there based on that the fact you turned left instead of right, in essence, and where Star Trek’s Mr. Spock has a beard. There’s a depopulated American landscape in a timeline where the Cuban Missile Crisis resulted in a nuclear war, and another one in which the Japanese Empire rules over the western coastline of North America and so on… but all of that is on a grand societal scale. Focus on your personal stuff – wherein you married someone else than your current spouse, or decided to move to Kansas City instead of staying in NYC, or decided that you loved the sweet taste of crack cocaine.

Binary, or branch logic, is how to process these possibilities. The crazy thing is imagining all of the alternate “you’s”.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Binary logic boils down to a) you turned left or b) you turned right. That binary decision led to a branch of further possibilities that led from your A or B choice. Each choice leads to another set of binaries, which in turn branch out from each other. Negotiating these choices determines how a person can end up as either a Doctor or a Convict, or possibly both. It’s “big math” trying to calculate the positive and negative consequence of each binary, and the name for this sort of behaviorally predictive arithmetic is “game theory.”

Taking that first step on a new path, or not, is a consequential moment that requires a certain number of logical assumptions which are based on prior or learned experience.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Thing is, the math of these binaries doesn’t account for fortuitous serendipity – or luck. Why do some people end up in positions and places which they have not earned through hardscrabble effort and choosing the correct binary choice at every step of the way? In some cases it’s because they are born into families where some forebear has made all the correct choices and the branch of the logic tree they enter the world on is already set. In others, it’s “luck.” Some people make their own luck, via a well chosen series of binary decisions.

There are two kinds of King or Queen out there – those born with the silver spoon in their mouth, or those who just roll in and take that spoon out of somebody else’s mouth and stick it in their own. I think it was Voltaire who said something like “all of history boils down to the sound of silk soled shoes falling down stairs while wooden soled ones are climbing them.” Durant was fairly emphatic in his warnings about the historical patterns of successful and well established civilizations losing touch with the ancestral vigor that “made them” in the first place being supplanted by younger and tougher ones – think Constantinople and the Turks, or the Persians and the Parthians, or Rome and the Franks. “Stay Hungry” seems to be the lesson of history, but how does that parse?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Theoretically, every binary choice spawns a new timeline – or universe – and that all of these timelines coexist in a series of ever multiplying and fracturing bubbles. Often, one has pondered how big a decision is required to spawn a new universe. Did ordering a burger instead of the fish at dinner last night create a new timeline? The answer is likely yes, if you buy into the theory. There’s also an army of “you” populating these alternate timelines – ones where you’re happy or sad, alive or dead, etc.

On the large scale, there’d be an alternate timeline NYC out there somewhere in which September 11th didn’t happen. Wonder what that world is like? There’d also be one where September 11th took the form of a nuclear attack, I suppose.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Pondering these binary choices can drive one crazy, especially when considering your decisions in retrospect. I’ve actually known a few people over the years suffering from mental illnesses who get lost down a binary logic hole.

Regret is ultimately the realization that you made the wrong binary choice and entered a branch of logical consequence that is less than ideal. “Never should have got behind the wheel that night,” or “what possessed me to say that to her,” or “well, he needed killing” are things none of us ever want to say. Should have become a convict is something no one ever says. On the other hand, this binary world view really sucks the joy out of life. If the choice between ordering a burger or the fish can really spawn an alternate timeline and a whole new universe, you should spend some more time reading the entire menu while also considering fate, and destiny.

Conversely, once – when I pondered about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin to my Dad – he offered “hey that’s pretty interesting, why don’t you think about that while you’re washing the car?”

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Given my studies of NYC’s history, friends often ask me where and when I’d like to visit – were it possible to travel in time. My first instinct would be to visit the NYC described by Jakob Riis, but then the realization that the people of that era were “super predators,” by modern standard, creeps in. Most present day New Yorkers would be shortly consumed by the people of that era. The interesting thing to me, of course, is that the set of binary choices and results which the “super predators” of the 19th century made and achieved – turning a cesspool city of wood framed tenements that lined unpaved streets which were crowded with pack animals and foraging pigs – into the greatest “polis” that the world has ever seen. The history of the world is always bookmarked by City States which defined the financial and cultural center of individual civilizations. Ur, Athens, Babylon, Rome, etc.

I’m currently torn to shreds over the idea that a set of binary decisions made millennia ago is Mesoptamia have ultimately branched into the City of Greater New York. I’m also wondering about an alternate universe in which Ur was never founded, and a world without cities. To answer the time travel question – I don’t want to visit the past, instead, I’d like to be able to view the other branches of the binary logic tree.


Upcoming Tours and events

First Calvary Cemetery walking tour, May 6th.

With Atlas Obscura’s Obscura Day 2017, Calvary Cemetery Walking Tour – details and tix here.

MAS Janeswalk free walking tour, May 7th.

Visit the new Newtown Creek Alliance/Broadway Stages green roof, and the NCA North Henry Street Project – details and tix here.


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April 7, 2017 at 3:05 pm

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It’s National Cordon Bleu day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Totemic exemplars of existential horror are everywhere you look in the Newtown Pentacle. To wit, at the border of Sunnyside and Blissville, you’ll find the Long Island Expressway, which was sited along it back in the 1930’s. Pictured above is the overpass which carries Greenpoint Avenue across the expressway, where a “ghost bike” has been encountered for several years. Ghost Bikes, for those of you not in the know, signify the spot where a bicyclist died after being struck by a motor vehicle. Post facto the installation of this Ghost Bike, the NYC DOT has since installed a bicycle lane, which is a badly placed one given that heavy trucks and thousands of automobiles routinely execute turns on this traffic choked overpass.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The ghost bike, as originally encountered a few years ago, and before the bike lane was striped in.

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Walking over to Greenpoint from Astoria the other night, for a meeting between the DEP and the Newtown Creek Monitoring Committee, the scenario above was witnessed. It appeared that a vehicle of some sort had taken out not just the ghost bike, but had also snapped the steel signpost it was affixed to. The thing I’d like to point out is that the driver of this vehicle had to have been “busting a move” through the bike lane, which proves a point I’ve been talking about for awhile.

You’re not even safe on the freaking sidewalk.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Bike lanes area a fairly decisive issue amongst some Queensicans. More often than not, the argument against these things involves people protecting their street parking or something. I see bicyclists completely ignoring the street markings for these bike lanes and doing whatever the hell they want to – sidewalks, wrong way, running lights, all kinds of stuff. Everybody has probably ridden a bike at one time or another, everyone has also done something stupid on their bikes – that’s not the point.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I see some truly tragic implementations of this bike lane thing, which were clearly drawn out in an ideological fashion by people who are staring at maps of remote places they’ve never visited. The bike lanes on, and leading to, the Greenpoint Avenue Bridge are ludicrous and actually cause a constant traffic jam mid bridge – it was and is far safer for the bikes to ride on the sidewalk of the bridge than to try and navigate the gravel and debris which litters the GP Ave. Bridge lanes. The ones here at Greenpoint Avenue and the LIE are also a disaster. Again, it’s better for – and is the observed custom of – bicyclists to use the sidewalk to cross the overpass.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

That’s what 5:41 p.m. looks like on a weekday at this intersection. That white SUV in the foreground is the head of a vehicular snake of east bound stop and go traffic which coils all the way back to Midtown Manhattan. It’s so busy that NYPD has permanently stationed traffic control officers here during the rush hours. If there has to be a bike lane on Greenpoint Avenue, lets widen the sidewalk and line it with those concrete jersey barriers to protect both scuttling narrator and the riders of those mechanical contraptions called bicycles. That would be smart.

If this spot can kill a ghost bike… the mind boggles over the implications for one such as myself.


Upcoming Tours and events

First Calvary Cemetery walking tour, May 6th.

With Atlas Obscura’s Obscura Day 2017, Calvary Cemetery Walking Tour – details and tix here.

MAS Janeswalk free walking tour, May 7th.

Visit the new Newtown Creek Alliance/Broadway Stages green roof, and the NCA North Henry Street Project – details and tix here.


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April 4, 2017 at 1:05 pm

tremulous pen

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It’s National Chocolate Mousse Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The staccato of lonely scuttling steps are the rhythm of my life, and a humble narrator recently found himself pulsing down Jackson Avenue in Long Island City after dark. Were it just a few hours later, the subway would have been utilized to return to the rolling hills of almond eyed Astoria from the post industrial dystopia of cylcopean construction sites which typify modernity in this ancient place, but since the evening had just begun it was my bet that the legions of vampire who hide in the rafters of the elevated train tracks were off conducting their nightly siege of the NYC Blood Center over on Vernon Avenue, a few blocks to the west. Still, one had left the garlic and cruciform back home…

I’m guessing that as I age I’m starting to slip up – ten years ago I would have never left the house without the garlic…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One did encounter unholy and inhuman things along the route, of course. Bizarre statuary adorned a median divider, its misshapen countenance perhaps hinting at what those who walk amongst us unseen are working towards turning mankind into. Have no doubt that a shadowy group is at work at all times in LIC, an unseen cabal organized and controlled by that impossible thing which dwells in the cupola of the Sapphire Megalith and stares at the world through an unblinking three lobed burning eye. Also, the rats hereabouts are oddly organized and operate in a seemingly orchestrated or military manner. Do they all serve some hidden master, a monkish being who is the lord of all that is darkness in Western Queens? Only time will tell.

The organized efforts of the rats might be due to the Vampires (who are known to possess affinity with “creatures of the night”), however, as I haven’t been able to connect the shadowy cabal or any monkish master with rodent control… quite yet.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Heading eastward, towards Queen Plaza, one removed his headphones and tried to focus on separating the sounds of the eternal cacophony of the place. It is critical to listen closely for the rustle of grave soil choked clothing coming from above, and to remain vigilant for the other horrors which lurk in harsh contrast. Queens Plaza is a sensory melange of automotive headlights throwing out beams of bright bluish light, emergency vehicles strobing white and red, the thunderous crossings of the elevated N, W, and 7 Subway lines above and the E, M, and R lines below. The ground shivers with the passing of transit, quakes with the activity of heavy construction, and the very air you’re breathing is a poisonous fume. This airborne taint is painted into the breeze by the hundreds of vehicles a minute which are moving at speed through here at any given moment, and by the out gassing of buried toxics from the former industrial properties which rim Queens Plaza.

Perhaps, underway is some sort of environmental adjustment designed for the comfort of that shadowy cabal, the vampires, the army of vermin, or for the inhuman thing which dwells in the megalith. Who can say?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Historical research reveals that the Dutch Kills tributary of Newtown Creek used to run right through the section of Jackson Avenue between Queens Plaza and 31st street, in fact the clear eyed Mariners of the United States Coast Guard were able to navigate and map the waterway all the way to 29th street and what is now Jackson Avenue as late as the Civil War. In accordance with the engineering habits of earlier eras, when the Sunnyside Yards were constructed in the early 20th century, the waterway was contained underground. It’s still flowing down there, as the East Side Acces project engineers found out at the start of this century, and as we all know – Vampires are proscribed from crossing running water. That’s why you don’t have to worry too much about them once you cross Queens Plaza while heading for Astoria.

We do have an issue in Astoria with a race of Grecian Goblins called the Kalikantzaros, but that’s another story.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One is preparing a check list for my carriable prophylactic measures to ensure that age, haste, and other factors do not allow one to go out into the night without a full compliment of deterrents. A garland of fresh garlic – as well as a compliment of cruciforms, crescents, and Stars of David, amongst other wards and amulets – will now be everpresent in my camera bag.

Remember to avoid the area around the blood center on Vernon after sunset though, if you should find yourself somewhere in the northwestern section of LIC, here in the Newtown Pentacle, at night. You’ve been warned.


Upcoming Tours and events

MAS Janeswalk free walking tour, May 7th.

Visit the new Newtown Creek Alliance/Broadway Stages green roof, and the NCA North Henry Street Project – details and tix here.


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It’s National Clams on the Half Shell Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

So… right after that last snow event we had a couple of weeks ago, I saw something utterly unique in my experience as a New Yorker. I’m almost a half century old at this stage, and one has never – NEVER – observed the Department of Sanitation do anything but plow the vehicular section of the streets in Brooklyn or Queens. This year, however, they were out in force – in Astoria, Queens – clearing the curbs and walkways of snow.

Wha, wha, what?

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DSNY had this neat little bobcat doohickey, which they were using to mash up and disassemble the berms of ice and snow which had piled up along the sidewalk and curb boundary area. I noticed this as it was happening directly under my bedroom window, which woke up both my little dog Zuzu and Our Lady of the Pentacle.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

They were actually clearing the streets! The slush lagoons too.

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“Welcome to Queens, now go fuck yourself” is the borough motto most of the time around these parts. Snow clearance has been a political thorn for Queensican Electeds, going back to the days of Mayor John Lindsay, but seldom is anything improved. Not in 2016.

Maybe this gentrification thing has its benefits, after all.

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A few hours later, around four in the morning (yes, I was still up and awake at four a.m.), another DSNY crew rolled through. This time they were shoveling pathways at the crosswalks. What has happened? Am I in some parallel reality? Is this a dream?

Is Trump still President? Was that just some sort of fevered vision?


Upcoming Tours and events

MAS Janeswalk free walking tour, May 7th.

Visit the new Newtown Creek Alliance/Broadway Stages green roof, and the NCA North Henry Street Project – details and tix here.


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March 31, 2017 at 11:00 am

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It’s National Chiffon Cake Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Our plan was a simple one, Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself. The King of Falafel and Shawarma (aka Freddy), who has been operating out of a food truck here in Astoria for many years, has opened a store front on Broadway just off of 31st street. Our Lady was returning from her office in Manhattan at the usual hour, and our plan was to visit the King for a tasty dinner of middle eastern comfort food.

The MTA intervened into our plans of satiety and happiness with transit delays, and Our Lady advised that she was going to be a bit later than we had planned. Well, if you’re a humble narrator and armed with a trusty camera, there’s always something to do. Given the Governor’s plan to rehabilitate the stations along the N/W elevated tracks hereabouts, I’ve been paying some attention to them anyway… so – click, click, clickity, click…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

There’s been some sort of underground work project going on all winter on 31st street, which I’ve presumed to be either utility (gas or electric) or sewer related. It’s a private contractor doing the work, so I’m assuming the former and that its related to the large building construction projects going on at the foot of 31st street near its intersection with Northern Blvd. What can I tell you, despite my reputation as a yenta, I don’t know everything.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

It was a pretty chaotic scene, actually. Heavy equipment rolling around at rush hour in the already cramped environs under the elevated tracks. The ever impatient drivers of Astoria leaning on their horns, pedestrians darting to and fro, workers working. It was all very exciting.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Everytime that Broadway was blocked, you heard a cacophony of auto horns blowing steadily, all the way back to Crescent Street. The laborers seemed to be finishing up for the day, clearing away their tools and moving the traffic cones and safety tape wrapped traffic barriers into place. The fellow driving the earth mover was placing large steel plates over the giant excavation which they had been working in.

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The trains finally began to move along the tracks again, thundering into the station and vomiting forth the neighbors. It seems there was a “police investigation” at Queensboro Plaza which held the whole MTA operation up. Our Lady eventually wafted down the stairs and was greeted with an embrace, whereupon we spent about an hour at the storefront inhabited by the King of Falafel and Shawarma, treating ourselves. The meal was delicious, and worth the wait.

I love it when a plan comes together.


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March 29, 2017 at 11:00 am