A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saving Small Businesses One Video At A Time
Gosh it makes me warm and tingly all over. Well, off to shop at KMart!
... but seriously folks. In my railing against the erosion of my city, I too must ask myself about my decisions of where I shop. More and more I am steering myself away from the bigger national chains and spending what little money I have at the local stores. And some of the small locally owned stores are thriving because lots of us are asking ourselves those hard questions.
So, if you can grab a meal at your local luncheonette verses that at a national chain, go ahead! The counter guy probably will give you extra and remember you the next time and the time after that and soon he'll remember your birthday, your ex-boyfriend, your mother, and that you love the bacon really crispy and the egg cream really sweet. When did that ever happen to you at a Quiznos or Uno's? Hmmm?
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.
Waiting on a Friend on St. Mark’s Place
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The year was 1981. The Rolling Stones entered the decade still considered
the greatest rock-and-roll band in the world. But the industry was
changing. Th...
Pelican-Duckling nightmare - Part 1
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In a previous post, I alluded to American White Pelicans demonstrating some
interesting/horrifying behavior. The sequence of photos below shows what
happ...
in dire straits
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“Nothing untouched by war under the sun? Time for some flower power!”
sayeth Rembert. Indeed, there is nothing untouched by anything, for we are
all connec...
PHOTO GALLERY - NYC 1990's PORTFOLIO #1 -
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*NEW YORK IN THE 1990's *PHOTO GALLERY - PORTFOLIO #1 - *A selection of
images from the New York in the 1990's Photo Archives.*
*Please also see: PORTF...
Feral City
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My new book, *Feral City*, hits the shelves October 4, 2022. You can pre-order
it today from your local bookshop and wherever books are sold. Thank you!
*...
Untitled Pandemic Series No. 5
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Things got dark. Painting No. 2 in Series of 6Approx. 7" x 8" Mixed media
on paper Available here. Painting No. 2 in Series of 6Approx. 7" x 8" Mixed
medi...
Notes on ‘Swindler & Son 2’
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This book came to me as if in a dream, playing itself out in front of me,
bit by bit, each day at the keyboard. Not so much something I wanted to say
as ...
a found poem via facebook pics
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polar skeletons wander thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and
elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua
alta higher tha...
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