Posts from Hmm Weekly

A robin splashed in the manmade waterfall at the top of the Loch, over and over, throwing lines of spray off its wingtips with each bout of wiggling.

Do you know and/or remember what “checks” are?

Once you recognize this pattern, you taste it everywhere.

Meanwhile, ha! I beat you, Apple! I think!

Boiling instant ramen felt like toil in the kitchen.

Fumes of charcoal starter hung on Central Park West. The sky was deep blue in the gaps between the gray-shaded clouds.

Is your grass growing? Outside the regions of carbon dioxide–influenced aridity, presumably it is, as humans have planted it to do, which requires that the grass be cut. A circular activity! Frequently, human beings experience these sorts of circular activities as tedious.

IT’S ALMOST JULY 4, a day when We The People are encouraged to celebrate Independence. Less than a week before that, however, is the final day of June, which means The Brick House’s monthly allotment of Associated Press photos is dissolved. If we don’t use up those images, they don’t roll over to the next month, […]

The wine bar that had closed months and months ago and papered its windows was suddenly open for business and open to the street, with its front glass accordioned off to one end and a bare-shouldered woman in ruffles perched just in off the sidewalk, reading with a sweating glass of white wine on the bar in front of her.

Once upon a time we were supposed to pity the Soviet Bloc for their empty store shelves, left barren by their refusal to participate in consumer capitalism. Now American consumer capitalism has produced something beyond empty shelves: shelves filled with manufactured nothingness.

Sun rode on the shoulders down the station stairs for the return trip.

IT’S KIND OF hard to make out in the pictures, but we had a sinkhole in our tiny Baltimore-rowhouse front yard.

The lawn of Carl Schurz Park and the river each gave off their own humid aromas. Ailanthus crowded in on the transverse at 96th Street on the cab ride back.