New York City: What my Father told me by Redcap909, literature
Literature
New York City: What my Father told me
1. The people from Jersey City have a special glint in their eyes. This is how they recognize each other in Manhattan. If you cross them, they will get the governor of NJ to conduct a “traffic study” in your living room.
2. If you can catch a pigeon, it has to give you five wishes.
I caught a pigeon, but it only gave me one wish. I am now the proud owner of an ice cream sandwich. It sits in prominent position on my shelf.
3. If you find a telephone pole and climb it, and you put your ear close to the wire, you can listen to phone conversations. But you have to do this when the linemen are not prowling. They defend their territo
There’s no regulation in New York City about how late a Food Truck can remain open at night -- only where it can go, and how long it can stay. The question is, WHY would a food truck want to sell its wares at 3 AM in Brooklyn? And why would it be doing so on Hoyt Street, which the food trucks aren’t allowed onto? And why would it operate with all its lights off? That’s bound to cause them a few grease burns in the kitchen. I know they were cooking something, I could smell the oil from a hundred yards away. I know someone was purchasing. They were there at the window handing over their money.
In the orange Sodium glow of the
Few trees in New York City grow with more vigor and tencaity than the Ailanthus Tree. Commonly called the “tree of heaven”, it has gained the nickname “tree of hell” for its foul odor and tendency to re-sprout after being cut down.
Magicians of the city prize the Ailanthus for these very reasons. Wizards find that the sap of the Ailanthus, collected properly, will double the potency of many potions; sorcerers are able to draw on the tree to gain strength. Shamans cling to the Ailanthus when they wish to contact spirits that would be otherwise too powerful to withstand. The Ailanthus is a testament to the tenacity and
In the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan, along Prince Street, there is a little café called The King.
History
It is the last territory of the principality of Grenovia. It was ceded to the Grenovian government-in-exile in 1945 so that the Grenovian Crown Prince, Gustav Auditori, could be born on his own sovereign territory.
Now, this has happened before with monarchies in exile. But this time was different, because, through a bureaucratic oversight, the territory was not given back to the United States. As a result, Grenovia remains. It is currently the only Micro-nation to have international recognition and a seat in the U.N.
The Caf
New York City: What my Mother told me by Redcap909, literature
Literature
New York City: What my Mother told me
1. If you live in New York City and you notice a sudden drop in water pressure to your building, go up to the roof and look for a water tower that wasn’t there before. It is not an actual water tower, but an insect cleverly disguised, which drinks from the water lines of buildings.
Do not make any sudden noises or movements, but back away slowly and down the stairs.
2. There are banshees in the city. Everyone says that the sound is just police sirens. I know better, though, and you will too.
3. Bloomberg had an idea. Why not increase the amount of smog-clearing vegetation in the city by increasing the number of planter boxes? And why
New York City: What my Father told me by Redcap909, literature
Literature
New York City: What my Father told me
1. The people from Jersey City have a special glint in their eyes. This is how they recognize each other in Manhattan. If you cross them, they will get the governor of NJ to conduct a “traffic study” in your living room.
2. If you can catch a pigeon, it has to give you five wishes.
I caught a pigeon, but it only gave me one wish. I am now the proud owner of an ice cream sandwich. It sits in prominent position on my shelf.
3. If you find a telephone pole and climb it, and you put your ear close to the wire, you can listen to phone conversations. But you have to do this when the linemen are not prowling. They defend their territo
There’s no regulation in New York City about how late a Food Truck can remain open at night -- only where it can go, and how long it can stay. The question is, WHY would a food truck want to sell its wares at 3 AM in Brooklyn? And why would it be doing so on Hoyt Street, which the food trucks aren’t allowed onto? And why would it operate with all its lights off? That’s bound to cause them a few grease burns in the kitchen. I know they were cooking something, I could smell the oil from a hundred yards away. I know someone was purchasing. They were there at the window handing over their money.
In the orange Sodium glow of the
Few trees in New York City grow with more vigor and tencaity than the Ailanthus Tree. Commonly called the “tree of heaven”, it has gained the nickname “tree of hell” for its foul odor and tendency to re-sprout after being cut down.
Magicians of the city prize the Ailanthus for these very reasons. Wizards find that the sap of the Ailanthus, collected properly, will double the potency of many potions; sorcerers are able to draw on the tree to gain strength. Shamans cling to the Ailanthus when they wish to contact spirits that would be otherwise too powerful to withstand. The Ailanthus is a testament to the tenacity and
In the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan, along Prince Street, there is a little café called The King.
History
It is the last territory of the principality of Grenovia. It was ceded to the Grenovian government-in-exile in 1945 so that the Grenovian Crown Prince, Gustav Auditori, could be born on his own sovereign territory.
Now, this has happened before with monarchies in exile. But this time was different, because, through a bureaucratic oversight, the territory was not given back to the United States. As a result, Grenovia remains. It is currently the only Micro-nation to have international recognition and a seat in the U.N.
The Caf
New York City: What my Mother told me by Redcap909, literature
Literature
New York City: What my Mother told me
1. If you live in New York City and you notice a sudden drop in water pressure to your building, go up to the roof and look for a water tower that wasn’t there before. It is not an actual water tower, but an insect cleverly disguised, which drinks from the water lines of buildings.
Do not make any sudden noises or movements, but back away slowly and down the stairs.
2. There are banshees in the city. Everyone says that the sound is just police sirens. I know better, though, and you will too.
3. Bloomberg had an idea. Why not increase the amount of smog-clearing vegetation in the city by increasing the number of planter boxes? And why
Current Residence: An island amidst the void Favourite genre of music: stuff that sounds good and doesn't contain the words "ooh baby baby", although some good songs do, it's just, you couldn't come up with something that was actually romantic? I mean, come on... Favourite style of art: Photography Operating System: that's classified MP3 player of choice: Ipod Shell of choice: Conch Wallpaper of choice: clouds Skin of choice: stone Favourite cartoon character: Bomango Personal Quote: "The most difficult enemy lies within yourself."
Favourite Visual Artist
J.M. W. Turner
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I never give a definite answer
Favourite Books
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop cafe; Young Wizards series
Favourite Writers
Diane Duane
Favourite Games
anything involving Tag
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Any camera on hand, any place online to post my writings
Having not submitted photography in the last year, I decided it was time to do something new here. So, now I'll be posting my writing. I'll do photography now and then, but my main concern is prose fiction.
They get in the way.
But, considering how frequently art is stolen, these days, they are necessary.
Hmmmmm.
I think I will refrain from using watermarks until I find somebody passing my work off as theirs.
I finally decided to start posting here.
I put my work up on Tumblr already, but I reblog so much feminism stuff that the artwork gets crowded out. Here I can focus.
I'm beginning with work from a while ago, taken with an iPhone camera. Image quality and composition will improve as I continue to post.