Good morning.

The view from here. Spooky!

I'm surprised they still do this.

S+I outside my apartment.

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Late Birthday

Six days ago, jasonbrow.com turned 1 year old. Huh. 4/22 is its birthday. Forgot about that.

Happy birthday, site I don't usually update with writing anymore.

In Nature

Every color in the world.

Sun worship

Cat picture for the day

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Endurance

Trying to read a book a day. Today's selection: Headquarters by Mike Quackenbush. It's relevant to a project I'm working on (PFFFFT!) woo.

Edit: FAILED or at least, I got through 2/3rds of it before a stomach problem decided to move in. TRY AGAIN MITCHELL

More Joy

Joy.

Cherry Blossoms

Like a snowfall of pink

Joy

This makes me very happy.

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Old Saying

Let Sleeping Ducks Lie.

Tortoise/Turtle

He was about the size of a pug or a pug-sized chubby cat.

Turtle/Tortoise

When first sighted, this turtle/tortoise was in the middle of the road. Five minutes later, he was twenty feet away in the shady hallway of another condo.

He's a little spooked here. Dad had gloves with him to pick the guy up but the size of the beak made us rethink it.

Breakfast (p3)

The why.

Breakfast (p2)

The what.

Breakfast (p1)

The where.

FWD: In a SC Barnes & Noble. A great title to a book.

In a SC Barnes & Noble. A great title to a book.

The view

Seventy and sunny.

To Your Health

Dinner.

We are having.

Fun!

Where are you?

Here we are.

A game

Guess where I am.

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He was playing his rendition of The Drifter's "Up on the Roof" when I took that photo. Remind me to tell about Lou Martin someday.

Busker King of New Haven

Pictured: Jim Mordicai, busker king of New Haven.

Is it art?

I give it a 3 out of 5.

Curbside

Rotate it.

Sunlight

A sign of spring.

Consolation Prize

The following is not about you.

“You can write about it,” is the shithead consolation prize that is awarded to me after I endure something unusually unpleasant or cumbersome. It happens after someone knows I have the tendency to write and want to point out some way I can pull something good out of a bad situation. ‘Silver Lining It,’ as it were.

My cat, Jack

My cat, Jack, has woken up from his brief nap on the floor in my bedroom, where the light from the third window beams down in a slanted square, a rhombus of warmth that this black, fifteen-plus year old alley cat has stretched half his body out in a brief snooze. Later today, when I sit in the living room at the desk donated to me by a friend, he'll take his afternoon nap in the bigger spotlights, sunning himself out as he sleeps his afternoon away.

It's been a while since he has had the condition coined by my family as "a bug up [his] ass." There were a few times in the first months that I had Jack where he ran from room to room, chasing something invisible or getting a bit of exercise. Unlike my family's cat, Princess, Jack didn't like to fight/wrestle. Whereas Princess would pounce my arm and only half-bite at my palm or wrist, Jack took any kind of playful advances as serious, leaving deep scratches. It took only one or two times for me to get the point.

Follow Up

The tragic end to a well loved friend.

Smells like my downstairs neighbor is making nachos. Good call there, Mohammed! Today is quite the Nacho Day.

Dead.

Phone or electricity? Or the line to our nation's love for the comedy stylings of Louie Anderson?

Huh. I just registered that they tore down the old closed two screen independent theater to put up an American Apparel.

Soy Spore

Bruce Lee?

Lovebomb

A prolific tag sprouting around my neighborhood. Lovebomb.

Lunch (and more)

Another nice day. Lunch. What am I but of small pleasures? Also, two men on old fasioned bicycles just rode past. I am of small PRACTCAL pleasures.

Desktop

He argues that he is both a desktop and a laptop. I think he is a liar.

Flow(er)

A length of rain. What can we do?

Site Update

Revamped the site to have it look a little bit different. Getting rid of the white will be nicer to your browser plus, blue's my favorite color. Hopefully, this means I can keep the motivation going to regularly update this. I put up pictures when I don't have the words, so subscribe and check back in. 

I'll be more clear with labeling the Flow pictures. Feedback is welcome at any time, via twitter or email. 

Flow

Taken last 4th of July by the side of the road, next to a farm in the back area of Upstate New York.

Flow

Awake at six, asleep by ten.

Woo.

Flow

There's an overpass here that might be haunted by spirits, sprites or booze goblins. A year ago, I found numerous Jack Daniels bottles here. As the picture displays, the booze goblins have switched to Jägermeister. Old cans of beer and the aforementioned JD bottles remain scattered about, but the Jäger is fresh and new.

Woo.

For sale: huge tags.

Flow

Mike + Colleen (Ricky)

This turned out to be incorrect. They were closed when I came by.

Funky window display.

Flow

Found a new store. Not entirely sure what they're selling.

Edit: Turns out they're "a photography studio, private event hosting, gallery space and film screening studio." You can find them here. 

Instruction.

Flow

All Trash In Trash Bins

Flow

Bathtub

Despite the good weather, the Mau-maus filming thier cable access show out on Church street remain righteousily angry or, at least, loud.

Passing by me: A quartet of college dudes excited as all fuck at the first chance to play frisbee out on New Haven Green.

Flow

Unplanned design flaw.

god is good.

This town surprises me sometimes.