The Old Washington Park

Late on a weekday evening I hear drunks singing, bottles breaking, an intermittent crazed scream and loud voices bragging and cursing. People have moved the park benches from the pathways of Washington Park into the grass to create living rooms of a sort amongst the brown grass and cracked clay soil of this unusually hot and dry October. In these gathering spots, and along the perimeter, there is a late night party every day. Every day, till long past midnight.

Since Bang's closed it is now at least a 2 block walk to buy junk food or liquor. Some entrepreneurial women have running an black market pony keg out of their SUV every day for the past month, selling pop and snacks, all the while smoking pot and dancing. Their patrons leave litter everywhere and the rat population is exploding.

When walking back here from a trip downtown, it is shocking at the depravity, the litter and even the plain darkness of the streets around the park. It is the last throes of the old park. The maintenance man still comes every day to sweep up and empty all the cans, but it seems like a token gesture of upkeep. No one is maintaining the grass, re-arranging the benches or locking the toilets at night. No one is really policing the place either. It feels like everyone is just gave up and is letting things go. Why try to improve a place that is scheduled to be completely under construction next month? Let the people throw one last month-long drunk party in the park, ...then close it up.

Thankfully it has not been violent. The atmosphere is mostly jovial.

I hear that the Drop Inn Center has become more restrictive on who they admit, and in a month or so it will be cold and rainy, and heavy machinery will take over much of the park. Then what? Some people drive here for the party, so I assume there is an apartment of some kind at the other parking space. But others here are at the bottom, with absolutely nothing to their name. When the weather gets colder, yes I will selfishly appreciate the quiet. But will my peace come at the painful cost of some of these poor souls? Come December the only warm these guys may have will be in their memories. Memories of this unusually hot October, when they sang and drank until late into the night.

Moving People vs Moving Cars NYC

"Once you realize that you can use your street to imporve the quality of life, the economic health of your city...I thin that's a transformative moment..." _ Janette Sadik Kahn, Commissioner of NYC DOT

After 3 year of implementing this plan, traffic fatalities are down 20%

Tinkering School

Tinkering School founder, Gever Tulley has a new book: Fifty Dangerous Things (You Should Let Your Children Do). It got a modest mention in the NY Times. I especially like the one dangerous thing: Take appliances apart. I plan on doing this with my son at the next opportunity.

Kid Summer Journal

I think we gave our kids a great summer. And what better gift can you give a kid? Here is some amusing quotes from our son's first page of his summer journal:

First Day of summer break.
On the first day of summer break, when I was dreaming that all the furniture could move and the piano and the nail clippers could talk, and they were messing our house up some, and my sister was fighting some pillows that could move and place mats were flying everywhere. What do you think I did? I woke up.

Then I went in my mom's room and told her about the dream, and then we had fun because we were at the garden and we were working there and then we got all wet with the hose, and we picked some spinach. Then we ate the spinach with peaches and butterfly noodles and I ate mine all up.

Second Day of summer break
On the second day of summer break I cleaned the house a little and the house next door, and it does not look nice in there but I almost finished a room then we ate lunch. Then we went to a park and I met a new friend. Mom bought popsicles and then we went to Graeters and mom bought us some ice cream. Then we went home and watched a movie and then we ate dinner that we picked at our garden. ... and we eat strawberries with chocolate on them and we walked over and we ate crackers and we went to one more place to eat lemon sorbet, and then we went home with a visitor

Not sure if he really had that much sweet stuff on the second day, but I wouldn't doubt it. They are so spoiled.