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.
Without you
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I am at a loss. While doing laundry last night, I noticed something had
gone missing. Behold, Sock Mountain! But something is not right. And, here
is the p...
Two Beers At The Last Hurrah
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*I was recently perusing the archives over at Justin Glawe’s retired Peoria
bar blog, Peoria Bar Review and I found an interesting place that I’ve
never ...
Friday Flash Fun
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Let's have some fun this Friday. If you have any half cooked (or even
fully cooked) story ideas, try them out on your blog and see what kind of
reaction y...
Hopper's Process
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Yesterday, the Edward Hopper Drawing show opened at the Whitney Museum and
I had a piece published on it at the *New Yorker* magazine's "Culture Desk"
blog...
Best Online Schools for IT
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Online courses have exploded in popularity over the past decade. Now,
students can complete entire degrees, at both the undergrad… Continue
Reading
The ...
Celebration
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by Raphael Moser He sought a DeKooning that he could obliterate he worked
with an erasure it was the Dutch Haarlem Streets the Belgium blocks The
Senseless...
Slouching Towards Bethlehem - a Painting Progression
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When the train is fairly empty, we spread out, yo. Rewind selectah -- face
issues. Again. And window adjustments. Poetic license,...
The Night Shift - pain...
Cambio de piel v2
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Sin presiones, sin rigideces, dejando el rencor detras mio, cambiando de
piel y dejando una carcaza como hacen los reptiles, dejando lo que
aprisiona y bus...
come to LILAC’s 80 birthday celebration this sunday!
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This Sunday, USCGC LILAC (WAGL-227) is turning 80. Come for local crafts,
local brews, music and mirth. LILAC ran on steam, and you can go into her
engine ...
A Sales/Downloads Report for "A Walk in the Park"
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As my experiment with self-publishing continues here's my first report of
how things are going. Well: during my freebie give-away days on Mother's
day and ...
Commuting Adventures, Chapter 663
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In Manhattan, rich people ride buses and subways, right alongside you and
me. In Bloomberg’s world, this means that mass transit has to work –
because thos...
marrying ken ferris, a blove (blog/love) letter
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(a love letter to my husband because our 20th – yes, 20th – anniversary is
coming up in 3 days) Dear Ken, Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for
loving me...
Missing Foundation and Mike Taibbi’s "Cult of Rage"
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In 1988, "ace" reporter Mike Taibbi (yes, the father of Matt Taibbi, whom
we hold in great esteem) produced and aired a 3-part expose on the satanic
cult...
(Doberman Pinscher) Egypt – Medium – Male
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Please CHECK OUT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE AND WEBSITE for the latest Social Tees
news!. www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue & www.socialteesnyc.orgEgypt
is li...
Branton Blessings
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So many memories have flooded my mind since my brother, Jason, called last
week to tell me Leo Branton died. Hard to figure out where to begin but one
of t...
In Memoriam: Lloyd M. Rucker, 1957-2013
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The Chelsea community is united this week in mourning the passing of one of its own, artist Lloyd M. Rucker. Although the exact circumstances of Lloyd’s deat...
PROOF: It's Never Too Late to Change!
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*Is there a change you've been resisting?*
I’ve had some proud moments in my life - after all I have a son who was a
Yale student athlete drafted by the C...
Gulf War II: 10th Anniversary
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This week was the 10th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War. How
quickly times flies. I’d come down to NY that winter after a few months
back in Cana...
"Whoever discovers what these sayings mean"
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My grandfather started it.
Sitting at the dining room table, my grandparents, my father and I forming
a perfect north, south, east and west compass. He sta...
Dosso
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I was fortunate to find an image of this painting by Dosso Dossi (from
1520) online. It was wedged inside my brain in some far-off corner of my
decrepit...
Day 91
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What I beautiful composition, this beauty Rose.
With all of her self proclaimed textures
and patterns and
colors
set in front to the natural, subdued tone...