Every once in a while, I take a camera along on my daily rounds; here's some things I saw yesterday.

Britannia still rules the waves in the more exclusive anchorages of the city. It's cheaper to register your big-ass yacht in some forgotten outpost of Empire than in this country, after all.

Across the street from Chelsea Piers, USA Interactive is currently raising its new Frank Gehry-designed HQ. Funny thing is, the building looks just like an iceberg, which is ironic considering Titanic was supposed to anchor at Pier 59.

This one's for Gatemouth: what's on your iPod?

Heh. An overflowing trash can with David Yassky's name on it.

Take that, you red staters with your damn confederate flags.

Coming up: Paul Van Dyk in Central Park. I am so there.

Speaking of which, Roxy's over. That marks the final closure of a nightclub Nina Hagen mentioned in 'New York, New York', the others being the Mud Club and Danceteria.

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young are coming to town; time for Bloomie to rev up the suppression machine again.

On 14th Street; at least there's some movement on the whole WTC mess, I guess.

Further down 14th, three of five concepts driving this town; the other two being money and power. Sweet.

Speaking of sex: is it not possibly the most awkward thing imaginable to step into a place like this and ask a perfect stranger for an ass wax or something like that?

An odd juxtaposition in the subway; how very republican of them. Not that that crowd is rushing to sign up, mind you.

Williamsburg, home of the snappy slogan and the trust-fund hippies hipsters who make them.

Speaking of American fascism, these days, you can't even smoke unmolested outside a biker bar. This has gone way too far, people.

If you want to become a trust-fund hippie wealthy republican lucky winner of the Bush era lotto millionaire, you better get your tickets in a place god must whole-heartedly approve of.

And that's that for today. Let the heatwave commence.