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fucking awesome
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the brooklyn bridge
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Friday, April 09, 2004
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the bends
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is what caused most of the deaths involved in the construction, from working long hours under sea level without appropriate decompression routines. in those days they had no idea, so it must have been really scary when workers were getting sick on a regular basis and some died. Washington Roebling got it too, and it crippled him. for the last years of construction, he was too sick to leave his house to travel to the work site. his wife carried messages for him.
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20 to 30 men died building it
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John Roebling died too: from lockjaw, an infection received after having crushed his foot during observations to determine the exact location of the brooklyn tower. when they amputated his toes following the accident, he declined anasthetic. his son Washington finished the job.
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it took 13 years to build
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Report to the New York Bridge Company September 1, 1867: "The contemplated work, when constructed in accordance with my design, will not only be the greatest bridge in existence, but it will be the great engineering work of the Continent and of the age. Its most conspicuous feature - the great towers will serve as landmarks to the adjoining cities, and they will be entitled to be ranked as national monuments. As a great work of art, and a successful specimen of advanced bridge engineering, the structure will forever testify to the energy, enterprise, and wealth of that community which shall secure its erection." - John A. Roebling
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lower manhattan
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this bridge was once the tallest structure in new york. the second tallest was trinity church. and the church didn't start below sea level.
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i've been under it on a boat before
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but that just wasn't this good
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footpath to the bridge
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in case you didn't know
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debris
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i wonder how many tons of generations worth of toys are buried here
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no matter how much they modernize
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no matter how flashy the advertising, the one thing that the army will never get is irony
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home field
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of the west brighton little league
it's a small, overgrown, disused, square vacant lot full of trash and surrounded by a rusted fence, but for a generation of local kids, this was probably something much more
it's a small, overgrown, disused, square vacant lot full of trash and surrounded by a rusted fence, but for a generation of local kids, this was probably something much more
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no left
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distressed, gothic, concrete architecture
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brian produce farm
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figures it would be the shitty busted-ass store
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brighton beach
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it's a really cool juxtaposition of cultures out here
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end of the road
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this end of the boardwalk is in brighton beach, which is an old russian neighbourhood. all the benches were crowded with russian pensioners. some old guys were playing chess and every game had an audience of about four or five.
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coney island boardwalk
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it's long, but it's also low, so you can't go "under the boardwalk" to "be makin some love"
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shoot the freaks
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they actually are shooting the "freak" with a paintball gun, but i prefer to view this event from a distance
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coney island beach
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ok, i had been here before, but i always feel drawn to it for some reason
