8 Years

My good friend Shannon and his lovely wife celebrated eight years together. We had a drink at a Myrtle Street bar. "I have to ask you. Sex must be boring, so why don't we have a menage a trois?" "I'm game," Charlotta replied without hesitation. "Tonight?" "Errr." I was in no condition for sex, especially with a good friend. "Maybe another night." "Loser." Shannon was absolutely correct and I watched them leave for a romantic dinner, while I held hands with a glass of beer. It tasted good.

Dido The Wonder Dog

Dido the wonder dog wandered the gardens of the Luxembourg Residence. She roamed the parapets and barked at the crows. They burst into flight at the sound of her claws scrabbling across the pebbled driveway. At night Dido slept in my rooms, when her mistress was away. I liked her fine and she loved my slipping meat under the table. The ambassador was not as happy, but Dido had a winning smile. Sadly she was promoted to dog heaven this last weekend. The ambassador, her family, and I have lost a good friend. Arf Arf Dido. ps I miss my dog Champoo

THE DAY AFTER fotos by Stephane Sednaoui

Early morning i went to the Jarvis Center to register as a volunteer. But quickly i realize it was best for me to go downtown my own way, avoiding all the check points. I finally reached ground zero at sunset. This is the first image I took.

I was first assigned to remove water on what used to be westside highway. Then later on when i felt a bit more confident i joigned the chain of rescuers in the rumbles and digged, filling up buckets with dust, mud and debries.

The firemen were restless. They would stop for a while until they had enough force to go back and search. Out of all the differents forces they were the most intensed,maybe i could say the most emotional, they were looking to save people, but also they were looking for their team mates.

After resting I left the west side to search and help on the south east side. But the place is unsure as we keep having alerts that the building next to us is moving and might fall. I leave the site around 4-5 am. My camera, probably because of water and dust, stopped to work for a while, the images turned out blurred. I was in the most remote place in ground zero, north side. We were a team of only 10-15 people. Not digging but searching through the metal beams for survivors...

I digged and search with different teams until around 2-4 am when I was completely exhausted and could not lift anything anymore.

Ground Zero, night of sept 12 to 13 th. Leaving the site. Looking east from broadway

When i look now at those blurred images i feel that it is those that express the best what i felt then. A complete state of shock. As if it was too much to see.

September 10, 2001

September 10, 2001 was a stormy day. My Thai dok-toi called for money. I had none. That night Michael Jackson performs his second 30th anniversary concert in New York. I went to sleep sober.

The Order Of St. Tranny

My friends accuse rt.com of anti-American bias. I don't blame them. They have reporters reporting reportages, instead of talking heads reading words from a teleprompter in front of a blue screen, however I had to admit that RT has a pro-Russian slant on Syria. Since the Cold War the Assad regime had been supplied with Russian munitions to counterbalance Israel's addiction to US arms and the Kremlin has dealt with 'internal' Muslim unrest with an unbridled ruthlessness. There will never be a Free Chechnya. Today RT released an interview from a Syrian Christian nun contesting the White House accusations of the Assad regime gas bombing civilians on the Damascus outskirts. Please read http://rt.com/op-edge/mother-chemical-attack-footage-fraud-509/ Mother Agnes Mariam el-Salib claimed that the attacks were fraud. Laissez-faire Western Media accepted 'her' claims as the truth. None of them commented on the size of her shemale hands, although once I posted the Order of St. Tranny's photos the very beautiful Emily R remarked 'she looks just like Soeur Marie-PIERRE haha the meanest one--had a moustache too-- I had back when i went to Mont-Olivet in Switzerland...Made me stand on top of a desk so she could measure the length of my uniform skirt that was too short (i had rolled it up at the waist)made me stand there for an hour!" I liked the image and asked, "Not with your arms out?" "No, she had those tied behind my back." As an atheist I stopped breathing in delight of her Corporal Catechism mirage. Bad Catholic schoolgirl. We loved them ad infintum.

Beautiful Weekend

The sun is shining on Fort Greene. The sidewalks are crowded with young people. The bars are serving drinks to football fans. There is not a cloud in the sky. New York is at peace. Syria is at war. cnn.news headlined 'Men sprawled on a tile floor, shirtless and convulsing. Children, too, seemingly unable to control their flailing. These are the images Obama has shown some senators in closed-door briefings.' Having been burned by GW Bush's WMD and two long brutal wars Americans are as desirous of isolation as a Trappist monk. Silence. The Huffington Post reported that 'a decent society would put people to work -- even if this required more government spending on roads, bridges, ports, pipelines, parks and schools....yet while attention is focused on Syria, food stamps for the nation's poor are being cut. House Republicans would eliminate food stamps for more than 800,000 Americans who now receive them but still do not get enough to eat or have only a barely adequate diet.' This is all true. The Atlantic published a badly-written article on Arab thinktanker William Polk's view on the civil war. The venerated politician cast doubt over blame for the gas attacks and asserted that the insurgents are corrupted by Al-Qaada, echoing the opinions of naysayers in the Land of the Free. No one wants another war. Not me and neither do most generals in the Pentagon, because the military's fragility matches that of the USSR after Afghanistan. Mutiny. Defeat. Dissolution. And then Putin, but no one can believe the truth, until they are ready to reject their belief in lies. And the truth is more obvious than a dog's balls. Someone bombed Syrians' with gas. My money is on Assad. Why? Once scum, always scum. FREE SYRIA, FREE PALESTINE, FREE THE WORLD

Nothing In Anaconda

According to Wikipedia the Anaconda mine produced more than $300 billion worth of metal in its lifetime. In 1972 I hitchhiked through Anaconda. Dust rose from the mine. It had three shifts a day. Ten years later nothing was in Anaconda, but empty fields. Oh Zanadu.