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It’s National Cheese Fondue Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Sorry, sorry, sorry – another placeholder post today. Fresh stuff is in the pipes, I promise.


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 11, 2017 at 1:00 pm

last straw

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It’s National Cinnamon Crescent Day, in these United States.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

One is a crispy critter today, after yesterday’s Newtown Creekathon. About halfway through, I was wishing that I had a car waiting to whisk me away at the end of it all. Then again, given what traffic is like…

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I’m always spotting cool cars around the neighborhoods, though. Check out that Rolls Royce limo above. It had a bride in it and everything.

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This neato Jeep was encountered along Northern Blvd. It looked like a giant matchbox car to me.

Back tomorrow with something a bit more profound, after I’ve rested up a bit.


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 10, 2017 at 1:00 pm

inexplicable process

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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

urbane rector

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

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As a well known physical coward, and after having observing that a quartet of fourth graders (whose aspect I did not like) were heading my way along Northern Boulevard the other day, it seemed logical to duck under a parked car and hide. You really just cannot be too careful these days. While passing the time it would take for these rough looking nine to ten year olds to exit the scene, one pondered about life in Western Queens and the meaning of it all. Also, I wondered how I was going to wiggle my fat ass out from under this car, which was pretty easy to dive under, but which ended up being a tighter fit than one would have guessed.

Banal reality is all I’ve got, what can I tell you?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

“The Queens Cobbler” is the name I’ve assigned to a likely serial killer operating hereabouts whose macabre trophies adorn the streets of Queens in the form of singular orphan shoes. The Cobbler left behind one of his or her little messages on Broadway in Astoria recently, pictured above. It’s my belief that, just like Jack the Ripper, the Queens Cobbler is connected to one of our noble political families and that both the press and police are laboring to keep the thing quiet just for the sake of maintaining everyone’s patronage. You won’t get to be judge, or a DA, or a Captain, or an editor, if you piss them off. There’s rumors, of course…

Maybe that’s just a cast off shoe, or maybe not… the question you have to ask is – where’s the other one? You and your “Occam’s razor.” pffft.

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Usually, whenever a humble narrator leaves the house, people point and stare. Women clutch at their handbags, mothers gather their children close, and dogs begin to whine pitiously. If one steps out of line in any minor way – say jay walking, or depositing metal foil in a bin marked for paper – a crowd gathers and law enforcement displays an enviable level of efficiency and deployment. These sorts of experiences are why one is constantly confused by the freedom enjoyed by serial graffitists, the bastards who post those cash for cars stickers, and those who can urinate anywhere they choose to.

My reverie beneath the car was broken when the owner of my hiding place began heading towards the vehicle, as signaled by the “beep boop” signal sent by the electronic key chain fob to the conveyance. One rolled out from my shadowed safe space and discovered that that the threatening quartet of sinister seeming children had moved on, so once again I stood and faced the concretized reality of Western Queens – here in the Newtown Pentacle.


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 5, 2017 at 11:00 am

minor detail

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.


“follow” me on Twitter- @newtownpentacle

Written by Mitch Waxman

April 4, 2017 at 1:05 pm