Monday, May 12, 2008

Clinton Ave in April



Weather=Fickle. The huge dark building across the street had a neon cross hanging outside of it when I moved into the neighborhood 4 years ago. In the last year, someone bought it and has hired A. Mallek for renovations. A. Malek is a confusing local business in the Fort Greene/Clinton Hill area. If there is a brownstone in complete dis-repair, A. Malek will be there, install a bunch of rickety scaffolding and will proceed to let the building descend into absolute ruin. Somehow, they seem to have the monopoly on construction in the area while their construction seems to involve little more than covering run-down buildings in run-down scaffolding and letting them stew for 1-3 years. . I am sure that this has not gone unnoticed by Brownstoner and other safety-minded watchdog-like neighborhood groups so, I should probably keep my stupid opinions to myself.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The bright side of the road!



Monsignor McGolrick Park, Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I stole this little boy and now he lives with me in my apartment. We are best friends. I don't want this blog to have too many religious undertones but I just have to say, "Thank You, Monsignor."

Monday, April 28, 2008

Sunday afternoon




Just trying to get to the bright side of the road. And as anyone who has ever tried to cross McGuinness Boulevard can tell you, THESE LADIES JUST MIGHT NOT MAKE IT.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Inspired by graffiti on a rock in a quarry in Milton, Mass. 1998.

Blog inactivity



So, this image pretty much sums up what I have been doing since my last blog update early this year. People these days are really into infrequent blogging so I am sure that my street cred has gone through the roof in these past silent months. I have some new toons en route!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Perfect Woman



I don't think I need to add any stupid banter here. But, I do need to add that the perfect woman should probably have beefier arms and a more refined thorax. However, I guess that depends on who you ask.