It"ll have been nearly seven years in Astoria and NYC by the time that my departure from here comes in October. Life being what it is, items get accumulated. Please help me by receiving and taking away.

I"d prefer to give things to people, particularly if I know them, than to throw them away. 

Your choice...


Tigan / skillet.


Adult sleeping bag.


Bodum coffee press.


Women"s silver tights.


I have three of these chairs.


Six of these bins / shelves in total. 
They have legs.


If you have sore muscles.


Ceramic pie plate / serving dish.


Calaphone roasting pan.


Somersize it ! Slowly... 


Lodge cast iron grilling skillet (dark mark is drying water).



Whatever remains will be donated. Thanks.

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So we bought, at Sprouts in Tustin on January 1 2009, a bottle (about $11) of semi-dry pomegranate wine from Armenia, just for kicks. Opening it tonight brought surprises:

1) It's unfiltred
2) The colour -- brick-y red -- makes me wonder about its age
3) It smells like capers, steak and red peppers, though there is also a bit of pomegranate juice aroma, which quickly dissipates
4) It seems drier than expected for a semi-dry wine.

Weird. Not bad, though.

Your lights are all lit -- then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome, -- lend me your light.


from Gitanjali, by Rabindranath Tagore

Where Angels Walk


The streets and the empty glasses
The great coolness of hands
Nothing broken.
   Nothing dirtied.
      Nothing inhuman.

Kindly good day, good evening
I am lazy, you see
In good health

To the health of the landscape
The lover of wide-open streets
If you want me to love you
Open immaculate hands

I am not refreshed.

Odilon-Jean Périer (1926)