September Retrospective

(It's a bit out of order, but it was easier to make it a 6x5 grid this way.) I thought September was going to be excruciating, and in some ways, it was. The start of the school year has been limiting me. But there were still some memorable events here: the NYC Century, 9/11, tango on the bridge, a day at the beach in late September, Barack Obama. I just hope my drive doesn't disappear totally as the cold and eventually the snow roll in.

273/365: A new trend in biking fashion?

Twice in a month. What is it with the skull handlebar ornaments?

272/365: You wouldn't know they aren't aligned

They keep talking about redesigning Washington Square Park so that the fountain aligns with the arch. In this photo, you can't even see that it's true. So maybe they should just change their perspective instead of needlessly spending all that money.

271/365: Under the cover of darkness

270/365: The celestial light beams down

Barack Obama spoke in Washington Square Park today. I still have no idea what kind of president he'd be, but his stump speech hit all the right buttons. And the glow from the flood light was a nice touch. (I had to put up the man himself, but I also really liked this photo.)

269/365: What are you doing there tiny chair?

268/365: This can only mean one thing

We have a guest coming tomorrow, of course.

267/365: Caught in the headlights

266/365: Do your own thing

265/365: Soggy

264/365: Dinner on the run

263/365: Fido sez

262/365: Trash heap

You should just be glad that I didn't show you the real compost heap.

261/365: You and your household

260/365: Uhh, you're welcome, I guess

259/365: Tango on the bridge

We happened to start crossing the Williamsburg Bridge when Tango Intervention started. From there we walked to Williamsburg to see the new parks being developed on the river. Williamsburg is the original hipster neighborhood in Brooklyn, and I swear, when you're walking around it, it feels like the slightly older version of that new show "Kid Nation". Everyone walking around is between 20-35—actual adults are rarely spotted. (No disrespect to anyone who lives there...)

More photos from today on Flickr.

258/365: Skull-n-M&M: BFF

257/365: We deliver for you

256/365: My Adidas

255/365: Grand Central Zoo

Grand Central Terminal on Rosh Hashanah. Although, it usually looks like this at 5pm on any given day.

254/365: Tribute in Light

I wish I'd had my tripod with me so I didn't have to have the ISO up so high, but the photo was unplanned. Still, this is what I have for you on 9/11.

253/365: My office should have this warning

We're having an ongoing problem with facade renovations in my office. Right now, they're working on the wall just outside my office (on the 7th floor), and it's deafening. My chair complained to the environmental safety people, and to the deans and space planners and everyone he could think of, and it's unclear that anything is going to happen. Working in my office is horrible, and the classroom we use for seminars is basically rendered useless, although we have to continue in there anyway. This particular photo was taken right outside my home, which is also a construction zone. I can't escape it. I have a reasonably high noise tolerance but right now, I'm feeling pretty down about city living.

252/365: 2007 NYC Century (Starting Line)

Not a very good picture, but I do like this guy's jersey (well, normally I think these shirts are kind of dumb, but I'm sort of impressed that he has it on a bike jersey). I couldn't bring the dSLR with me today because I couldn't afford the extra weight on my bike during the tour (we did 55 miles)!

251/365: Farm Aid loves the Greenmarket

Tomorrow is the Farm Aid concert, so today they were swarming the Greenmarket—not sure if they were drumming up interest or getting fodder for the concert.

250/365: Only the best for my Fido

249/365: An office with a view

Just, unfortunately, not my office.

248/365: Of what, spitting out your gum?

247/365: Packing up for class

246/365: Just the littlest bit creepy

245/365: Bambi

My parents have a deer problem.

244/365: Twilight from the train