Tuesday, January 27, 2015


The Mayor's Hotel is on indefinite hiatus, while I pursue other projects.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Today a really young voice called the shop and asked quite sincerely if he could do our shop rides on a BMX bike...and then remarked that he'd have to get up awfully early to make it as he lives in Staten Island. The takeaway is, I think, that there are people out there looking for a riding community! And we are just a small red piece of that puzzle.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

"Where does dust come from?" wondered our intern, vacuuming.

"Stars," said Ilya.

We are back.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I stopped into the main branch on Cadman to add some priority mail tape to my package. They have NOTHING with which to cut the tape. 

I asked a clerk, "Do you have scissors?" 

And the entire line of disheveled, wild-eyed, dressed-for-winter people gasped in chorus: "You could kill yourself with scissors!" 

I suppose you could. I suppose you could kill yourself with a tape dispenser. Or the pen on a leash, with which the chorus suggested I "cut" the tape. You could die in that line.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The delivery bike we fixed a flat on, with a turquoise rosary wrapped around the bars.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

River Road

Feels like I'm coming out of a long convalescence -- though it was Ilya who was sick all week, not I. This morning at 545, I'm perched on the side of the bed, scrolling through Instagram.

Ilya: Don't look at your phone, it wakes you up.
Me: But it's TIME to wake up.

We rode, six of us -- for three of the people, it was the first time over the GWB and up River Road. Initiates. Yes, it's a cult -- a secret -- if you know it, you can go on, you can keep living in NYC. The Ranger Station - the top of my world these days, and brain hatching plans to go further. Desire and intent, are all there, waiting on some final push. 

It's 9 pm, we're home, we already been to Shake Shack where I had two burgers. I've never been so happy to ride, to work a day with Ilya, to get a power supper, and sit under a blanket pecking out a status.

 One of these days I'm gonna start writing again, and won't stop.

Monday, October 13, 2014

With rain, lucidity.

For eight minutes I was the last person left on earth - and sang to the trees in a cold wet voice