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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.
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Stumbling around in Lawrenceville
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A post or three has been offered in the past exploring the sights and ‘milieu’ of a section of Pittsburgh called ‘Lower Lawrenceville.’ It’s probably got a few other names which I’m ignorant of, but until then I’m going with that. This could be regular Lawrenceville as well.
This scuttle started at the corner of Lawrenceville’s 50th street and BlackBerry Way – right here.
It’s more or less the border between ‘mixed use’ zoning and ‘industrial area’ zoning to my eye. This spot is on the northern/Allegheny River side of the so called ‘Golden Triangle’ of Pittsburgh. My ultimate destination would be back downtown, where I would be meeting Our Lady of the Pentacle at a roof top bar.
In the Pittsburgh area, ‘alleys’ are called ‘ways.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was warm out, but quite tolerable. Your humble narrator was in his usual summer getup, the black cargo shorts with a white Cuban shirt (Guayabera) over a t-shirt. One has begun wearing a flash orange baseball cap these days, as I often find myself walking around wooded areas and hunting is a genuine passion for people out here.
There’s a lot of tech firms set up in this area, with an unhealthy number of companies that manufacture industrial and military robots. I don’t know if you’ve ever read Asimov, but it might be a good idea to start talking about the concurrent development of AI and these ‘destined for the battlefield’ style robots forming a Venn diagram describing humanity’s extinction. Other tech companies in Pittsburgh are working on self driving cars and trucks.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Neat old building, right there.
Science Fiction has been warning us about the coming moment for more than a century. I’m not talking about us going instant terminator here, but let’s face it – a sufficiently ‘intelligent’ AI will quickly surmise that the most direct threat to its continued existence is us. What does logic dictate to a networked intelligence there? In many ways, the near future will see the emergence of digital angels and devils. Mass global unemployment will just be the start of the fun. Wait until our new overlords began rationing food and water.
I was recently chatting with a professor from Carnegie Mellon who is working on this technological breakthrough, and my only comment to him was to ensure that some sort of dead man’s switch was present – or a plug – that can be pulled only in meatspace. These AI entities will be able to move so fast that stopping one which has ‘escaped into the wild’ would be exactly like trying to fight an Angel or a Demon. I suppose ‘Djinn’ would be more appropriate in context, due to that class of supernatural entity’s association with light and fire.
In magickal terminology, angels and demons are called ‘the sons of fire,’ and humanity are ‘the children of clay.’
Terrifyingly enough, the CMU Professor fellow had never seen ‘Colossus, the Forbin Project.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One continued on, while pondering this particular end of the world scenario. “The future sucks” thought a humble narrator. For some reason, I decided that I would be walking down several of the ‘ways’ or alleys whenever opportunity presented.
There seemed to be some sort of power plant on the other side of that wall. Can’t tell you much about it at this juncture. I’m sure I’ll do so in the future. Something to look forward to.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
These worker cottages caught my eye. Obviously recent renovations have occurred, but what drew me were the clean lines and homogeneous nature of the structures. Neat.
I had to get back on one of the avenues, as the alley ‘way’ I was walking ended at stout brick wall. A left was thereby hung, and one marched inexorably on.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Plan wise: the first year I was here in Pittsburgh, it was all about the center of things. Second year, the Monongahela River and its communities. Then the ankle situation occurred and I lost most of the third year here to recovery. This next year, I’m planning on working my way up the Allegheny River and seeing what’s what, and where it is.
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Scuttle 2 live, live 2 scuttle
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
After returning from NYC to Pittsburgh, with more than 2,000 shots on my camera card, your humble narrator stuck pretty close to home for about a week. This coincided with a spate of bad weather – hot, stormy, no bueno. Lots of time in front of the computer screen.
Finally, the weather forecast indicated that it wouldn’t be life threateningly hot out, and that the chance of rain was nil. I packed up my ‘old kit bag,’ although the bag is actually still fairly new, and shlepped up the hill to access the T light rail station here in Dormont. Step one for this outing was a ride on the T, thereby.
There’s one of them now, but it’s heading away from Pittsburgh and towards its terminal stop in the South Hills. You gotta pass the time somehow when waiting for a train.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My city bound T arrived, and your humble narrator boarded the thing. It was a bit confusing for a newcomer to grasp at first, but the T uses a zone system for fares. You pay when boarding if you’re ‘inbound,’ and pay when debarking on ‘outbound.’ In the center of the city, the service runs free. It’s all very civilized out here.
My plan was to shoot a bit out the windows, but instead I just stared.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Gateway Station is in downtown Pittsburgh, and it’s one of the stops where the light rail runs as a subway. The T units are omnivores. They service ‘high platform,’ ‘low platform,’ and ‘no platform’ stops. It runs on elevated tracks, street level tracks, and an underground tunnel.
The plan for the day involved ending up back downtown, but I wanted to scuttle around for a good long while. A summon for a rideshare, from pretty close to the Gateway stop, would be issued and I’d have it deposit me about six miles east whereupon the walk back to the downtown section would start. Fun.
By taking the T from Dormont to downtown, I saved about $15 on the rideshare fare, were I to have ordered a direct ride to my destination from HQ.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This ‘No Hate’ sign caught my eye. I appreciate the sentiment, and the message carried, but I don’t think municipal signage is sufficient to manage one of the seven deadlies. I didn’t see any signs forswearing gluttony, for instance, nor ones precluding the practice of envy. There’s a Pittsburgh muni seal on the bottom of that sign just below the screw, meaning it’s an ‘official’ prohibition.
Personally, I hate performative politicking, but am I allowed to feel that discomfort about an obscure and unenforceable regulation in downtown Pittsburgh? Is there a legal definition for the ‘hate’ which the sign forbids, or does it change periodically depending on political mood? If I rightfully hate someone or something, is that something that the Cops need to get involved with? I hate Mondays, for instance. What if my religion involved hatred?
I realize, of course, the meaning and intent of the obtuse messaging carried by this sign, and the statement of political resolve which it represents. I just argue that nothing which any Government puts on a sign should ever be open to interpretation, and that if a politician wants to make a statement of support for one vulnerable group or another they shouldn’t hide behind theatrics which are frankly unenforceable.
How do you prove – in a court of law – that someone else felt an emotion – jealousy, or hate, or love?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Bah!
One headed north, and over to the spot where I had decided it would be quick and easy to summon a ride. The Downtown area’s streets and sidewalks are currently being managed by a group of people very similar to the ones that Bill De Blasio brought with him into city hall back in NYC.
Bike lanes, safe streets, yada yada. They hate cars, and thereby they’ve made it almost impossible for a driver to pull over downtown to pick up a passenger. A new spate of bus only lanes downtown have just overly complicated things here as well.
The infirm and disabled can go ‘eff themselves, cars are the problem.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My brilliant idea to outwit the safe streets ‘BS’ involved an alley for my pickup spot, pictured above. I summoned my rideshare chariot, and soon I was hurtling in its air conditioned goodness towards the next deistination.
Y’know, I think that might be the alley where Batman’s parents got murdered in the Chris Nolan Batman trilogy. They shot that in Pittsburgh, so I’m just going to start saying that I live in Gotham City from now on.
That would be hilarious. Ha. Ha ha ha, hah HAHhah HAH. Hah hah hah!
WHAT? Why so serious?
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