The L.L.Bean Bootmobile Sets Foot in the Big Apple (by llbean)
HOLY COW, so the L.L. Bean Bootmobile came to NYC and I’m in this video at the very end, talking about the National Parks!
This is the wall next to the register in my truck where people have hung up flyers and their art and other random shit. Love it. (Taken with instagram)
Because some of us need constant reminders that the earth is actually a beautiful place and not just a breeding ground for miserable, greedy assholes, here’s a short video taken from the International Space Station passing over a very stormy Africa, with the Milky Way serving as a backdrop.
Looking south. #nyc #30rock #manhattan (Taken with Instagram at Top of The Rock Observation Deck)
Oh, this guy? Just on the R train at 8am wearing shorts eating Snickers Ice Cream with a metal fork… (Taken with instagram)
Looking north up Broadway in the mirror.
Foursquare and life in NYC pretty much rules.
Meet the Guy Who Snitched on Occupy Wall Street to the FBI and NYPD
The Occupy Wall Street protests have been going on for a month. And it seems the FBI and NYPD have had help tracking protesters’ moves thanks to a conservative computer security expert who gained access to one of the group’s internal mailing lists, and then handed over information on the group’s plans to the authorities as well as corporations targeted by protesters.
This is pretty interesting (and scary), and based on these emails mentioned briefly, the OWS organizers definitely wanted Union support from the get-go.
The City’s Been Foggy
UNION SQUARE
NYC’s first bike share!! What’s also very cool is that while no one is actually renting a bike right now, there are 20ish people of all demographics all standing around just talking bikes and bike culture.
Baby steps.
Oh Shit!
Should there be concern about looting Mayor Bloomberg says that ‘This is New York, we don’t have that sort of thing here.’
The Strand (Taken with instagram)
ANYONE in NYC wanna throw the frisbee around
with me? I’m free most late afternoons, before dark, and on the weekends. I’ll meet you anywhere, I just really really need this, you guys. Re-blog and spread the word. I need a frisbee friend.
I walked home, thinking about how I had suddenly felt embarrassed when I thought about typing “fuck” in all-caps on Twitter earlier in the day, and I couldn’t help but think it was funny that it had been so easy to exhibit so much bravado via the Internet and it wasn’t until I had a full understanding of its connection to my name - my identity - that it meant something entirely different. And then I considered the fact that I sheepishly broke things off with a boy just a half-hour before, and how the person sitting in that dark hotel bar wiping his eyes as he cried with embarrassment was very much different than the man who got stuck on an elevator this afternoon and, as a way to keep calm in a small enclosed space, wanted to perform, to create a character that would be entertaining to an audience that, while not entirely anonymous, is mostly invisible.
This is so good and thoughtful. I love it when people have great insight into themselves.
