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Sun, 26 Apr 2009 03:15:34 -0700

Here is a link to my VOX blog, but I haven't done much there lately. Gotta fix that, but I've been spending time on emergencies of the moment.
http://niftypete.vox.com

Some of my flickr photos:

I have just joined Shelfari, social network built around private libraries
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Thanks for visiting.
Pete

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Sun, 12 Apr 2009 04:19:30 -0700

She is risen! Mary Magdelen and "the other Mary" got up early to do an unpleasant task and discovered the body of Jesus was missing. (Mathew 28) In Mark 16 "the other Mary" is identified as Mary mother of James and Solome, not to be mistaken for Mary mother of Joses who helped bury Him at the end of Mark 15. Luke 24 also mentions Joana and "other women". John 20: Magdelen comes in the dark. Celebrating women!

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Wed, 21 Jan 2009 14:37:18 -0800

Baby Monroe is a Street Musician I saw on the "F" platform on 14th Street, Manhattan.
Copyright 2009 niftypete

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Wed, 07 Jan 2009 20:43:45 -0800

Copyright 2009 niftypete

Coming home. As the train passed over the Gowanus Canal, I caught the lights outside and the reflections inside.

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Wed, 24 Dec 2008 05:07:08 -0800

edited with elements 6.

On the F train in Brooklyn which becomes elevated to cross the Gowanus Canal between the Smith and Ninth Station and the Fourth Avenue Station. Graffiti is not nearly the problem it was in the 1970's and 80's, but you are looking at two levels of Graffiti in this photo. Someone had to go out on the train tracks to paint the walls, and some of the cloudiness of the image is due to shooting through graffiti on the train window.

Copyright 2008 NiftyPete

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Sun, 22 Jul 2007 05:26:32 -0700

http://www.nationalgeographic.com/nyunderground/docs/nymain.html
Comment: This guide to New York City's underground infrastructure has just become more relevant because of the steam explosion near Grand Central Station. Therefore, I resurrected it from my archives.

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Fri, 29 Jun 2007 08:02:02 -0700

I'm a Mandarin!You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved if people were more informed and more rational. You have no tolerance for sloppy or lazy thinking. It frustrates you when people who are ignorant or dishonest rise to positions of power. You believe that people can make a difference in the world, and you're determined to try.Talent: 38%
Lifer: 31%
Mandarin: 62%
Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.

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Sat, 17 Mar 2007 03:21:26 -0700

I googled "hyrocotherium", the ten inch high dog-like ancestor of the horse of 55 million years ago. Following the links I found myself in several creationist sites with alternate interpretations of the fossils. Fascinating.

see http://www.reasons.org/chapters/seattle/newsletters/200501/200501.pdf
also http://www.carm.org/evo_questions/horsevolution.htm

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Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:16:20 -0700

It is 3:13 am. Woke up at two to a nightmare. I was a guard in a prison. I was officiating at an execution. The prisoner was an infant in diapers, but it was lucid and could speak. The veins were so tiny, the poison wouldn't kill -- just make the baby suffer horribly. This is what I woke to. I'm going back to sleep now. Nightmares or not, I've got to go back to work in the morning. Don't ask me what I do for a living. I'd rather be doing this, but I've got bills. Whoops, that's another nightmare.

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Sat, 10 Mar 2007 07:19:50 -0800

Saturday morning finds me stumbling, but I have responsibilities, so I must away -- but not yet.

Many of the lovely pages that I have stumbled upon have been loaded with photos, so my thoughts have turned to my own relationship to the art.

Within reach in this dusty office is a copy of Ms. Lessing's volume which I should give away because I am this instant realizing that I will never finish it, fostering as it does in me a desire to grab a camera and explore, and a curiosity as to why she didn't do the same. That's the thought that takes me full circle. Regardless as to the artists' attitudes of copyright and sharing, I feel a certain guilt in putting up a picture that is not my own. I think the answer to why Ms. Lessing wrote that book, rather than photograph what she meant, is because she saw herself as a word person. She was playing to her strengths.

This is something I have thought of a lot, wishing that the art criticism in various publications be painted, that poetry critiques be written in verse, and that operatic crits be sung. Yes, of course, I'm (almost) kidding, but badly written literary criticism is self limiting, isn't it. I mean, if someone had put to ink, "i no watt i like" the potential impact for damage is less. I saw too many good off-B'way shows shut down because of cute cattiness on the part of a scribe who was paid to be bored.

To conclude, if a picture makes a link clearer, I will include it (now that I've learned how). I haven't in these last ten or so links because I didn't judge that they needed it.

Whoops! I'm rambling. OK, so if you got this far, you're OK with rambling, so I'll continue.

I have been thinking a lot about photography because of this stumbling, but it has reminded me that it is first a hunting expedition, then a lonely chemically laden exploration in the dark.

I haven't had a darkroom in decades.

That, as Mustache used to say, is another story.

PS: damn but it is hard to edit prose in this minuscule window. At least the built in spell check has kept me from making a total fool of... never mind: I am a total fool. And sometimes proud of it.
Pete