I saw Charlie Clark’s email newsletter this week and read his thoughts on the new arena debate. I didn’t really buy his arguments or rather lack of argument but it started me thinking on where you would put a downtown arena if we wanted to build it. I grabbed a camera and a tripod and went for a walk.
I set up the tripod for the last shot and it worked a lot better. I wish I had for the other ones but I was stopped a couple of times by both police and a City of Saskatoon employee. All of them were super cool about it, they recognized me and wanted to see what I was up to but it was kind of through me off my game. The next vlog will be better.
REACHING THE MARSHY spot on southwestern Staten Island where good boats go to die requires a car, sturdy footwear, and a willingness to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Though a sliver of the Arthur Kill ship graveyard is visible from the nearest road, the site’s full grandeur only becomes apparent once you sneak beyond the “No Trespassing” and “Beware of Dog” signs and hack through a miasma of seven-foot-tall reeds that stink of brine and guano.
The thicket finally dead-ends at a colossal pile of junk: thousands of splintered beams of lumber mixed in with broken engine parts. Just beyond this debris field lie as many three dozen ghostly ships in various states of decay, abandoned decades ago in this isolated corner of New York City.
The Arthur Kill ship graveyard was never meant to become such a decrepit spectacle. In the years following World War II, the adjacent scrapyard began to purchase scores of outdated vessels, with the intention of harvesting them for anything of value. But the shipbreakers couldn’t keep pace with the influx of boats, especially once people started to use the graveyard as a dumping ground for their old dinghies. Plenty of ships fell into such disrepair that they were no longer worth the effort to strip, especially since many teem with toxic substances. And so they’ve been left to rot in the murky tidal strait that divides Staten Island from New Jersey, where they’ve turned scarlet with rust and now host entire ecosystems of hardy aquatic creatures.
Gary Hug turned his fascination with asteroids into more than just a hobby. He built an observatory behind his house, and courtesy of his homemade reflector telescope, the "amateur" asteroid tracker has identified 300 flaming balls of ice and rock.
On July long weekend I was incredibly sick with infection in my leg. I was overwhelmed with fever, cold sweats and dehydration. Wendy took me to St. Paul’s Emergency Waiting Room where I was admitted to the quieter ward. Eventually it all filled up. Everyone of us had the same story. We were all on wait lists to see a specialist but our health had deteriorated to the point where we had to be treated or admitted on an emergency basis. Several of us have waited months.
John Maeda once wrote that more administration need to understand what their users are going through. It’s why while teaching at MIT, he also enrolled at MIT to understand what his students were going through. For me, I have struggled to keep treatments going despite them being ordered by the surgeon for no other reason then the nurses are often intimidated by the bureacracy and refuse to act without new doctors orders. This means new appointments and a frustrated doctor who already left orders.
I wouldn’t wish this infection on anyone but until you go through it, it’s hard to truly realize how brutal our system is and I’ll be honest, lean hasn’t made it any better.
Not only are we suffering (the treatment given at the hospital that day actually made my infection worse) but we are costing the system how much more in emergency room costs and hospital admissions?