Soundtrack: "We Live In Brooklyn, Baby" - Roy Ayers



I decided to participate in Critical Mass just so Gavin and Jesse would have something to make
fun of me about. Plus, the people-watching factor was off the charts. Every single white person with
dreads was there, as was this joker who was handing out flyers for a squatters rights party.



But I must say it was really fun, riding with tons of people and blocking traffic--at least it was fun for
the whole five minutes of it before the cops cut us off and started arresting people. We got from Union
Square to Astor Place and then boom, a guy yells out, "everyone off the street!" and I see the cops start
grabbing all the bikers they could get and everyone just scattered. Total bummer.
Cops= 1, nerds on bikes= 0.



On Labor Day Jeanine and I went to P.S.1 to see the Greater New York show before it closes down.
Afterwards, inspired by all the art we had seen, we walked from Queens all the way back to Williamsburg
and entertained ourselves along the journey by taking horrifically cliched urban-art pictures, such as this
one which is called "Aftermath."



"Urban Decay I (Lonely Pizza Crust in the Sun)"



"Urban Decay II (I'm So Tire-d)"



"Shadow on Crumbling Artifice"



"Sewage Plant (Greenpoint Smells)"



"Moody Lady on Bridge"



Hooray, bad art!