So I’m watching Star Trek the motion picture and  there is this scene when they first encounter the machine cloud and the camera does this extended panorama of all the crews’ best expressions of awe and confusion. please, enjoy.

trashed teem

Last week I helped remove trash off the hillside of Highland park facing Allegheny River Blvd. It snowed all day, which made the steep hill even steep-trickier. Most of the removal involved tires that were dumped off the hillside over many years (we rolled over 50 down the hill and had “trappers” at the bottom to stop them from rolling into the street). What amazed me was the age of this trash. Not as old as the redoubt, a civil war relic at the hill’s mount, but this was a build-up of at 5 decades or so.  Apart from the tire graveyard, my team also found refrigerators, shopping carts, bikes, car parts, and buried treasure, like this “teem” bottle I found. I want to believe it is actually from the 1960s, because it is a really heavy duty 8oz glass bottle. What’s great about this is that I own 2 teem bottle caps from an old collection. perfect fit!

teem was replaced by 7-up worldwide in the 1990′s

teem advertisement. 1962.

plus. it made me think of teamwork.

below:  the team. some of them took a day off teaching in California for this…

it feels good to watch people watch players win

During the Penguin vs. Devils game, I paused the game right after a score while Sean took care of some business. Erika and I found our favorite fans.

sky punch. what’s up with that guy over her left shoulder?

high fives! no word on how that triple panned out. i think the lady with the drink in the upper right may be in shock.

I’d rather get my fruit across the street.

 

spit.

yesterday, while walking home, i had this weird feeling 

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listen…

plugin test: cold/hot

i took both of these photos in the strip a few minutes and blocks apart form each other.

the first is cool and mysterious. it makes me want to roll the torn threads my fingers, sift through the broken glass, and creep-step through the lot into the old building.

the second one is warm and exciting. it makes me want to climb the building and stand in for the missing tree shadow piece, then perform some type of backflip and land in the real tree, then throw a brick, and race a squirrel.

test success.

Pedalò

wow. are there any limits to the potential of fun?

answer: no

Pedalò, originally uploaded by Ende.

whew. ok. a few things.

ï learned of a blog today that publishes photos in a weekly feature called “Mary mondays.” funny, i captured my very own virgin mother a few days ago down in the strip.  she posed with a complimentary older gentleman. then i go on google maps to find the name of the church so i can super nerdalertily keep my photo-database tightl’organized (and then attempt to counter-nerd myself using words like “tight” embedded in southern drawl)

in addition to st patrick, what i also find is the same shot, just blurrier. and i feel this little tingle in my spine and i begin to wonder, if google maps street quality continues to surge with time, then couldn’t one average dude essentially shoot photography via framing and cropping an internet map? but i also realize such a dude would be capturing this frozen moment of the past; whatever the camera caught at that moment in recording for the 3-d stitch… ***ramble (time) police! stop right here!

click to see google map of st. patrick’s

p.s. when you load this link at first you may first see a real map and think “balonie sandwhiches again for breakfast” but then the street view kicks in and then all of a sudden it zooms in real fast and *ram*bam* Mary thank you very much, goodnight folks it’s been great, really.