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musings from a commuting mom

[baseballcardvandals]

Wait…you’re NOT supposed to eat these?

Own this BCV Original.

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Love these BCV.

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The queen of our household.

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The flower district

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A little color on a grey day. #nyc

[scorpiondagger]

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Ouch.

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Homework BY ALLEN GINSBERG

Homework BY ALLEN GINSBERG Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran I’d throw in my United States, and pour on the Ivory Soap, scrub up Africa, put all the birds and elephants back in the jungle, I’d wash the Amazon river and clean the oily Carib & Gulf of Mexico, Rub that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in Alaska, Rub a dub dub for Rocky Flats and Los Alamos, Flush that sparkly Cesium out of Love Canal Rinse down the Acid Rain over the Parthenon & Sphinx, Drain Sludge out of the Mediterranean basin & make it azure again, Put some blueing back into the sky over the Rhine, bleach the little Clouds so snow return white as snow, Cleanse the Hudson Thames & Neckar, Drain the Suds out of Lake Erie Then I’d throw big Asia in one giant Load & wash out the blood & Agent Orange, Dump the whole mess of Russia and China in the wringer, squeeze out the tattletail Gray of U.S. Central American police state, & put the planet in the drier & let it sit 20 minutes or an Aeon till it came out clean. Boulder, April 26, 1980

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Between Two Ferns.

[humansofnewyork]

"I’m a dancer." "Let’s see a dance move." "Not right now." "You’re not a dancer."

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Tracks.

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Mother Nature, we salute you. Now, enough already!

[figililly]

Manaquins of Jacqueline Kennedy and husband President John F. Kennedy  on the streets of NYC (1961)

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Happy President's Day!

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I hope the trees will bring up this winter from underfoot soon. Releasing a Tree by Thomas Reiter, who lives in New Jersey Softly pummeled overnight, the lower limbs of our Norway spruce flexed and the deepening snow held them. Windless sunlight now, so I go out wearing hip waders and carrying not a fly rod but a garden hoe. I begin worrying the snow for the holdfast of a branch that’s so far down a wren’s nest floats above it like a buoy. I work the hoe, not chopping but cradling, then pull straight up. A current of air as the needles loft their burden over my head. Those grace notes of the snowfall, crystals giving off copper, green, rose—watching them I stumble over a branch, go down and my gloves fill with snow. Ah, I find my father here: I remember as a child how flames touched my hand the time I added wood to the stove in our ice-fishing shanty, how he plunged that hand through the hole into the river, teaching me one kind of burning can ease another. The branch bobs then tapers into place and composes itself, looking unchanged though all summer it will bring up this day from underfoot.

[figililly]

Robert Wise and crew onsite in NYC, 1960, filming Russ Tamblyn and The Jets dancing during opening number of “West Side Story”

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"Boy, boy, crazy boy. Get cool boy. Got a rocket in your pocket. Keep coolie, cool boy."

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Love the remnants of years gone by in the city.

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Traffic jam in Hoboken station. Waited for two trains outside of the turnstiles before we were allowed in. Only to shove ourselves into a packed waiting train. Ahhh, the good old morning commute.

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This evening's commute. Is the storm inside or outside Penn station?

[oldchum]

[etsy]

Simply beautiful.