Feasting, and dancing
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I cannot help it, as despite all of my best efforts, I’m feeling an emotion.
This is the ultimate post of 2025, as in its the last one this year. This has been a year of absolute agony and pain for me, due to the recovery from a shattered left ankle, and I’m quite glad to be putting that behind me.
Every single day for the last year, I’ve played this song and sang along with it. I will survive this year, if it kills me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One pushed onwards, as he does, since ‘what choice do you have otherwise’ applies. Forward, ever forward.
I’ve always been a believer in the idea that if an immovable object is actually meeting an irresistible force in your vicinity, the best thing for one to do would involve navigating around the conflict and sidestepping it. Lateral thought is what that’s called. Who wants to get involved with an esoteric conflict of absolutes and universal maximums? Not me, that’s none of my business, if force and object want to fight.
I’ve also grown quite fond of this cover song, during my interval as an invalid. If Elvis was still alive, I would hope he and Tom Jones would be doing covers of Simon and Garfunkel together. Cool, baby.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Speaking of cool, while walking in a shockingly discombobulated style towards the light rail stations, this excellent iteration of a bike rack was encountered. I think it’s a bike rack, at least. Definitely art.
The headphones came out during this section, as downtown is well populated, and there’s often large agglutinations of adolescents with mischief on their menu roaming about down here. They are seldom good natured. You’ve also got a sizable and edgy population of ‘street people’ who can be volatile or unpredictable.
As I always say: ‘You do you, boo, I’m just passing through.’ I’ll usually throw in a ‘be safe’ as my closer. The humans, even the debased ones, like that sort of thing.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Does this sort of scene call out to you, in the manner of a siren’s song, as it does to your humble narrator? Clawing intent, drawing you towards shuffling into those depths, and finding out what’s…
Actually, I’ve seen what goes on in these alleys, and it’s mostly intravenous drug use and public urination or defecation. The office buildings whose walls form the alleys use them for storing garbage bins. There’s signs everywhere admonishing against trespass and advising that rule breakers will find themselves under ‘video surveillance.’
I lived in NYC my entire life, until 3 years ago, and for every single day of it I was under video surveillance at one point or another. Just going to school as a kid, for instance, I’d be videoed half a dozen times between the front door and my desk. Security cameras are as numerous in NYC as rats. The question always was, and is, is anyone actually watching the camera feed?
The cops collect footage when there’s a crime, but that’s afterwards. In the glorious new world of AI, there will be a ‘somebody’ watching – everything – everywhere – as it happens and all at the same time. Predictive policing is on the horizon.
Hey… that’s my last dire warning about AI for 2025.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As has been mentioned a few times recently, I’m chronologically isolated from the day that you’re reading this as I’m way ahead of schedule for once, and I’m writing this post on the first Saturday of December. It’s entirely possible that we’ve all been wiped out by the Venezuelan Space Force or something by now, but I’m betting that it’s just the usual horror of pedantry and politics that are annoying us at the moment. Hell, I’m also presuming that I’m not one of those 28 people (an annual average) who died by driving off the side of a cliff in the Greater Pittsburgh region.
Pictured above is the ‘Gateway’ T Light Rail Station, which is where would be where I’d be leaving the street behind and heading back to HQ in Dormont. I remembered one of my ‘old habits’ and spun around on my heel to capture an inverse view.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There we are.
Also, I spun on my heel! I managed to spin on my left heel!
It would seem that I have indeed survived this last very challenging year, and at least as far as the first Saturday in December goes, it still hasn’t killed me.
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2025’s Penultimate Posting
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing with shots from a longish walk around Pittsburgh, captured on a winter’s day….All the leaves were brown, and the sky was gray…. That song was right.
Pictured above is the 16th street Bridge, over the Allegheny River.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail I was walking upon led to the 31st street bridge, where I’d be turning south and reattaining access to the peninsular landform which Pittsburgh refers to as ‘the Golden Triangle.’
So far, my attempt at speeding up my gait had been successful, but the amount of force I was focusing into the pursuit had angered the noisome joint in my left leg. It was singing, the ankle, in a manner reminiscent of Elmer Fudd singing Wagnerian Opera with ‘Kill the Wabbit.’
Pain is just another thing you feel, like love or hate, so just get past it like you do those other things.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Many people have told me, after having met me in real life, that it can be overwhelming. It’s like trying to interact with ocean waves, or a fire.
I tend to ‘come atcha,’ in numbing sense impacts of verbosity. Try getting a word in edgewise, I dare’s ya! When this behavior is pointed out to me as a chide, my response is always ‘yeah… I know… I’m stuck dealing with this asshole in my head all the freaking time, you have no idea what it’s like.’ At least the rest of you don’t have to deal with the bullshit 24/7, rather it’s in delimited doses and gets published five days a week at 11 a.m. right here.
I’m all ‘effed up.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I usually have three or four versions of myself ready for deployment, as situations may require. One or two of them speak in a slightly slower, louder, and more basso voice, so if you think I’m being reasonable – you’ve probably met those versions of me.
The manic asshole version? Yup, he’s useful too, but in certain circumstance, and that’s usually the part of my brain that gets me both in and out of trouble.
There’s also that part of me that gives people exactly three chances and no more, who doesn’t make threats but does offer promises, and acts like an egomaniacal jerk. I don’t like that side of me at all terribly much, but it’s useful to be able to abandon polity when you need to so there you are.
I’m like the Kiwi, a fuzzy little fruit with a lot of personalities.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This shot looks southerly, towards Polish Hill. Behind me is Rialto Street.
The neighborhood that the bridge drops you into on the southerly side is a bit of what I used to call ‘an angle between neighborhoods.’ It’s not ‘Lower Lawrenceville’, nor is it ‘the Strip.’ There’s a big blob of municipal properties in this zone, including an enormous structure wherein Pittsburgh stores cars and trucks from its fleets while they’re awaiting servicing.
Apparently, there’s a huge backlog and budget criss regarding the scheduling for this maintenance, which has created an expensive crisis for the bureaucrats who caused it to solve, by spending more tax money.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was about the four mile/turnaround point for the walk. The plan from here would be to scuttle along the edges of man’s world through the Strip District and then shlep over to the one of the T light rail stations downtown.
Kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit…
More tomorrow.
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Antisummer scuttles
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Continuing with a scuttle along the Allegheny River, here in Pittsburgh, in today’s post.
As mentioned last week, this walk occurred on a fairly chilly day. I was double insulated, with a layer of ‘long john’ thermal underwear under my black sackcloth outer shell. When all done up like this, I actually have to ensure that my body has a place to dump the excess heat generated while walking. To that point, my fingers and hands were toasty warm, even without gloves on. Gotta get that blood pumping, bro.
To my left was the HQ building of ALCOA, or whatever that aluminum giant and market dominar calls itself this week.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The last time that I undertook this particular walk in 2024, it was quite a hot day for early summer and I ended up feeling overheated and weird. Your humble narrator was still operating under his NYC rules, which state that you’re never more than a twenty minute walk from a Bodega where you can buy a Gatorade, so why carry liquids with you?
I was plotzing, and getting light headed. No good. Luckily, I found an open cafe that served me up a glass of Orange Juice and a few glasses of water.
Well, since that incident, my NYC rules have been thrown away and warm weather walks now include a water flask attached to the camera bag when I leave HQ. Lesson learned.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Saying all that, on this day it was under 40 degrees outside, so getting dehydrated wasn’t something I worried about this time around. Usually, if my mouth is feeling dry (if you want to determine if you’re dehydrated or not, force a smile. If your lips drag over the teeth in a sticky fashion, you are. Not medical advice, this, just colloquial experience) a piece of gum is usually all that’s required to get my saliva flowing again. Dentyne Ice peppermint, that’s me.
This shot looks across the river towards the Convention Center in the downtown section of Pittsburgh.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The trail crosses under the Fort Wayne Railroad Bridge, which normally serves Norfolk Southern’s locomotives, but this time around it was the white whale – Allegheny Valley RR. These tracks lead directly into the old PA RR Station, the former home base for the entire Pennsylvania Rail Road empire, and flow past the current home of Amtrak in Pittsburgh.
It’s absolutely ‘gob smacking’ that there’s only one place in Pittsburgh to catch a ride for interstate passenger rail. Pittsburgh… seat of the Pennsy Empire…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One of these days, I’ll drag my butt out of bed early and get over to one of those pedestrian bridges which overfly the rail tracks beyond the Amtrak Station. There’s basically two passenger trains a day to expect, one east bound from Chicago and one west bound from NYC. Both arrive and depart in the dead of night. Again, this city used to be the absolute locus point of railroading in the United States. Bah!
On did I scuttle. Forward, ever forward…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The former Heinz factory, converted to luxury lofts and condos in modernity, appeared before me. There’s a couple of ‘new construction’ office type buildings which adjoin the lofts, which must have been built during the Heinz property’s residential conversion. These structures seem abandoned, which is kind of an odd thing for this ‘zone.’
Back tomorrow.
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Citrus fruit needed
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Recent endeavor found your humble narrator scuttling the misery away while heading towards the T light rail, here in Pittsburgh’s Dormont.
The shot was my ‘gray card’ photo, wherein I figure out the ‘ball park’ that the day’s photo exposures will require – as far as aperture/ ISO/ and a base shutter speed. The ‘gray card’ street pictured above is dubbed ‘Mattern Avenue,’ and it’s just off the main drag of Dormont’s Potomac Avenue, with the latter byway leading to the T light Rail station.
This wasn’t going to be a ‘photo day’ per se, as in the main goal for the effort revolved around exercise, and burning out a few miles of pure walkie walkie cardio style time while shooting a ‘photowalk’ series as I did so. Got to keep it interesting.
In fact, my goal for the day was six to seven miles, which I hit.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A T light Rail unit arrived, and after paying the fare, your humble narrator settled into a seat. They use a zone system on the service, and the customer pays when boarding on a rail unit heading into Pittsburgh, and conversely when debarking after heading away from Pittsburgh. They’ve also got a sliding fare scale with discounts for kids, senior citizens, and others. It’s all very confusing.
It’s about a 20-30 minute trip, from Dormont to one of the T stations that’s nearby a baseball stadium, on Pittsburgh’s North Shore.
The ‘North Shore’ is a complex of high volume bars and restaurants with a football and baseball stadium, and there’s a very well used pedestrian/bicycle trail. Apparently ‘North Shore’ is the colloquial name for this northern bank of the Allegheny River, distinguishing it from ‘North Side,’ which is an entirely different ‘zone.’ Also very confusing.
The T deposited me on an underground platform beneath said baseball stadium, PNC Park. This is the section of the T’s route where it runs like a subway. This too is confusing, but I’m slow and old.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Luckily, the escalators were working just fine, and soon this device rudely thrust me back up onto the streets where I belong.
The plan for the day revolved around ‘flat’ and pushing my busted up ankle’s capabilities in pursuit of speeding up both gait and stride. I’ve always been quite aware of my walking postures, as it’s a ‘thing,’ but this injury really forced me into analytical thought about stride and gait. Where the toe is pointed, how the heel strikes, the rolling nature of a step, the push off at the end of said step… all that.
A weird thing about this walk was that I was experiencing emotions, of an almost human nature. All of my prior twelve months were swirling about, between the ears and behind the eyes, a year which started with me confined to a wheelchair and stuck in the house with a shattered ankle. Now look at me, walking about aimlessly like a big boy, again.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My footfalls, which now omit the ‘drag’ and have become just a steady ‘thump, thump, thump,’ carried me to the shoreline of the Allegheny River and the popular waterfront trail mentioned above.
The plan was to hang a left on the trail, and follow a more or less northwesterly path to either the 31st or 40th street bridges upriver. From there, I’d then cross the river and hang a right, following one of the avenue streets back downtown where I’d catch a ride back to HQ on the T at one of the downtown area stations.
About 6-7 miles, this plan, ended up being about 6.5 miles ultimately. Some interesting stuff was encountered along the way, but as stated – this was an exercise walk which would provide opportunities for photography – rather than the other way around.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An access ramp for wheelchair users to access the baseball stadium from the riverfront trail is adorned with a series of numbers fabricated from steel. Apparently, these are historical and retired numbers which were worn by hall of fame members of the Pittsburgh Pirates.
Me? I just thought it looked neat, and I wanted to check out how the ramp functioned, given my recent acquaintance with the challenges of losing your mobility.
To be fair, though, I was always the singular voice in Western Queens who asked ‘what about people in wheelchairs’ when the bike people were shouting and accusing car owners of existing in a ‘state of pre murder.’
When I was on the Astoria community board in NYC, I actually boxed the bike people in during one meeting when a statement from the Deputy ‘Commish’ of the DOT included the phrase ‘all electric and human powered wheeled vehicles will be welcome in the Crescent Street Bike Lane.’ I asked ‘so… the one big wheel skateboard things… they’re welcome too?’ They said ‘yes.’ ‘Scooters?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘What about electric wheelchairs?’
The DOT people got up and huddled in the corner, having a quick meeting of whispers. They came back and said ‘yes.’
The ‘death eyes’ stare I got from the Transportation Alternatives crowd and their allies in NYC DOT is something that still makes me giggle, years later. Ableist iceholes.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One continued on his lonely way, filthy black raincoat flapping about in the breeze. It was cold in Pittsburgh, and overcast. This time around, I was relistening to another old favorite in my audio books collection – a podcast by a fellow named Mike Duncan called ‘The History of Rome.’
On did I scuttle…
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Ends are always odd
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
At the end of a medium length scuttle, and your humble narrator once again had a pint glass filled with a yummy oatmeal stout beer in his grubby mitt, and that’s when CSX #913 appeared.
Hey Now!
The locomotive was pulling a mixed up line of rail cars. Automotive cars, containers, even semi truck trailers were in line behind it.
A ‘GE ES44AC-H’ model locomotive, that’s what I’m told #913 is.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was there for the length of two drinks, about an hour, and the only train which passed through the CSX subdivision choke point during the interval was #913.
It gets dark really fast in Pittsburgh during the winter, as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself lowers itself behind Mount Washington and probably Ohio, a deep shadow is cast.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s some of the semi trailers the train was hauling. I get comments all the time about only showing the locomotive engine, and not running shots of what it’s hauling, so there you are.
As the sky grew dim, and the air colder, I headed within and paid my tab. A quick visit to the loo followed, and then back out into the street.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
An elevator was used to raise my point of view, and I hung around in the dark for a bit, hoping another train might be transiting through.
No such luck, and I made my way back out to the street. I’d be summoning a ride to get back to HQ, something easier accomplished from ‘up here’ rather than ‘down there.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Along the way, I couldn’t help but react to the ‘noir’ being offered up by those darkened streets. Spooky. This is what 5:30-6 p.m. looks like here.
It took a while for a cab to get to me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Eventually, the rideshare chariot arrived and a reunion with Our Lady of the Pentacle and Moe the Dog ensued. Good times.
Also, Merry Christmas to all you Goyem.
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