unseenamerica

Pictures of Working Life Taken by Working Hands









This project is a must see. Period. unseenamerica nys is one of the most important projects I've ever had the pleasure being associated with. A return visit of the program in Rochester is coming soon. I'll keep you posted.

My Atheist Incantation for Greece Town Board

Choose a pot that's large enough to hold the amount of water you want to boil, and has a lid that fits.

Remember that the pot might have to be bigger than you'd think if you're going to add food to the water. Without enough room in the pot, for example, rice or pasta will boil over.

Place the pot on a stove burner and pour cold water from a measuring cup into the pot. Or, if you're doing something such as cooking pasta and don't need to measure, just run cold water from the tap into the pot, then place the pot on the burner.

Turn the burner to high. Cover the pot.

Check for steam escaping from under the lid, then lift the lid carefully to see how the water is doing.

Look at the water. If large bubbles are rising from the bottom of the pot to the surface, the water is boiling.

Today was the real Father's Day

Occasionally, one of the boys will slither his way into bed with my wife and I. Under the cover of darkness of course. In the middle of the night I felt someone in between us and reached over and felt a mohawk. That would be Emerson, our youngest. In the morning he began to fidget about and woke me up enough to be somewhat lucid. Not opening my eyes and letting the world filter in slowly, I felt Emerson crawl out from under the covers lean over and kiss me my cheek.

Not a word just a kiss.

Images and Words 2

I have a feeling this type of entry may become a bit more frequent.

The tragic death related to today's storms appear to have prompted the D&C to mix and match again. The headline makes reference to the death and the image is of a crushed car, in my neighborhood, reporting that the driver was not in a life threatening position.

Why then do they feel the need to show this image with these words? CLICK,CLICK,CLICK. To appeal to the rubberneckers, I imagine. They have an image from the scene in question but the car shot is a bit more eye catching.

Since I'm on the topic of the media. Yesterday, at the COMIDA Public Hearing at Brighton Town Hall, Mike Townsend Esq. asked if I was with the Wolfe papers. I responded, no, and politely reminded him Wolfe Publications have been gone for quite some time.

Out of touch? Ahhhhh, yeah.

Funny thing about the use of steno pads. A Brighton resident in the news lately once asked me if I was with the press, while pointing to the steno pad, shortly before addressing the issue of profiling at a Brighton forum on the Patriot Act a few months ago.

Kind of funny if you think about it.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I just couldn't wait.

Images and words

Anyone catch the image by Annette Lein on today's D&C page 7A?

The image (unavailable on the web, sorry) shows a security guard, arms outstreched in a strangely pious manner, pistol at his side standing before anti-war protesters path to the Federal Building.

My initial impression of the photograph is quite different from the caption:

A security guard greets anti-war protesters Harry Murray and Mary Adams as they approach the Kenneth B. Keating Federal Building, 100 State Street. Their protest was the latest in a growing number.

The protesters look less than welcome.

Who wrote this caption? Did they even look at the photograph?

I am not a huffer.

Today, I was carded for a spray paint purchase at the local depot of home improvement. (My neighborhood store was out of the colors needed.) I mean come on, do I look like a huffer? Or just a homeowner with another deviant interpretation of home repair?

Perhaps as the youth of today are surrounded by friends and family under the care of prescription drugs, huffing is avant garde escapism.

A can of flat black and a can of satin red placed upon the counter. A red flag for the tagging secret police. Is Banksy in Penfield? Could it be him? What an honor.

Nah, just a new clerk doing their job. Corporate America protecting me from the ills of Krylon. And free of charge nonetheless. Gee thanks, guys.

Anyway, everybody knows that gold paint is best. Right?

A Decoupage of Piss and Greed

My first and last post including the name Teddy Geiger is as follows:

Our hometown boy, Teddy Geiger, was spotted in a public restroom in Dickson City, PA by my oldest son. We had to make a quick jaunt down to Jersey for my mother-in-laws sixty fifth surprise birthday party. As I stood there, taking care of the business at hand, I was thinking about some new tactics to change the world.

As we finished our purchase of road snacks and beverages my oldest said, "That's Teddy Geiger." Very little enthusiasm.

"Do you want to get a picture with him for your collection of Brushes with Greatness?"

A curt, "No." I chose not to press the topic.

Arriving in Jersey with an hour or so to kill, we passed the time at my brother-in-laws house. A mish-mosh of poor architectural stylings, seemingly common with new big dollar homes. The house was blazing hot inside. A recon of the thermostat setting revealed the air conditioning was set for eighty two degrees. Cheap bastard. Three quarters of a million bucks and nearly half way to the boiling point of argon.

"Open some windows in here."

"But the air conditioning is on."

"Oh, really?" I suspect they also have a phobia of the wind.

The surprise was indeed a surprise, or my mother-in-law is an accomplished actress on the side. And food, lots of food. Almost enough to be considered absurd. A bit over the top and wasteful if you ask me. None the less quite tasty, indeed.

Back to the sweat lodge. Unbearable. Sticky. And a creeky bed to boot. The bedside table had one of those fancy alarm clocks that mimic those soothing sounds that enduce sleep. The ocean, birds, wind and the like.

Open the mother fucking windows and get it for free instead of a annoyingly repetitive digital mindfuck machine that is using unnecessary amounts of electricity. First digital flags and now this.

Gone shortly after sunset and on the road back to WNY my mind began racing for an answer to my quest to change the world. Or at least one person's day, for better or worse. I mean, if I can in some way change the course of history with some silly but interesting antics why not try.

It dawned on me, the Answer, as we stopped for a break and slid in the back entrance of a Burger King in Binghamton to use the john. Burger Kings are wonderful places for a piss break as many have a door right near the can so you don't need to do the Walk of Shame past the counter at the main entrance.

I took a dollar bill and placed it on the back surface of a the urinal and briskly showered it with Diet Coke byproducts processed by yours truly. The next passerby has a decision to make. Ignore it or go for it. Maybe it will be J.P., the name signed to the back of the door a mere 15 minutes before the beauty of art was created in the officially approved clean facility. Upon exiting I motioned to my wife to take a look. She entered and gave me the nod. The nod of approval. However, she stated that it may have been more suitable to face the back of the bill forward. Point taken. Yet another reason I love her dearly.

Someone is sure to snatch the dollar at some point, either based on greed or actual need.

Both, equally tragic.

Photographic documentation forthcoming upon correction of server issues.