I must seem like a beginning photography student, taking all these pictures of corrugated sheet metal.

What can I say? I like the colors.

This one, of my longtime friends Charlie and Jeff, was too good not to include. I haven’t seen these guys in a long time, and it was good to catch up a bit.

This is how I always think of these two—making bizarre inside jokes and causing lots of laughter among themselves and friends.

I went to see a play in preview called Being Audrey on Friday night. My friend Sarah is one of the producers (Transport Group).

Oh so conveniently, it happened that Tonda, one of the many new pizzerias to open in the last week, is just across the street.

I tweeted Kathryn and Dan to see if they wanted to meet up for a quick dinner, as they’re fairly close to Tonda and can always be counted on for food scouting.

The staff turned down the lights right after we sat down, and Kathryn was like, “Um, did they know you were coming and wanted to foil your shots?”

But then she remembered a hack she read about—using an iPhone screen to illuminate the scene.

“It works better with two iPhones,” she said, but the single phone did the trick. Who knew!

As far as Tonda goes, I’ll have to go back a couple more times before really giving it a write-up, but I’m reserving judgment for now.

I’m on a quest to find the best gyro in New York. The Greek Corner was recommended somewhere as not "the best" but at least a good one. It was actually pretty good. It’s conveniently close to the office.

We took in a subtenant in the office and had to rearrange. That meant taking all the books off the bookshelves before moving them. We stupidly stacked them on the table—the same table we needed to move the next day, necessitating more book shuffling.

The Chia Obama seems to have a design flaw. The water seeps out too quickly, so the top of his head is relatively less moist than the bottom. Subsequently, his “hair” grows better toward the bottom but not on top.

I wonder if the president would be pleased to know that his Chia likeness exhibits male pattern baldness.

This photo and the last one will reveal a bit of a not-so-scandalous secret. I don’t really blog these photos to Kublog the day I take them. Often, I do them in batches and then timestamp them for the date they were taken on.

As you can see, this photo is from the same session as the March 28 photo. I’m doing two karaoke pictures in a row because I was damaged enough the next day that I didn’t even think of picking up the camera. And, technically, this still counts, since it was taken shortly after midnight on March 29.

For self-portraits, I’ve set my camera’s custom self-timer mode to shoot five photos with a two-second delay between each. While singing, I set the camera to self-timer, and balanced it on a glass. It managed to take some crappy photos before someone grabbed it and took this one.

We went to Duet 48 on East 48th and Second Avenue. It was the nicest karaoke den I’ve been to yet. Attending: Dan, Katie, Jori, Matty, Michele, T. J., Beth, Erik, and Justin.

As part of my job, I have to take photos for the food-blogging I do. So I try to avoid using them for “365″ shots. But sometimes I forget to take a separate non-work-related photo and have to rely on something I shot for one of the sites.

At least this one isn’t food itself. And I kinda like the lighting in it. Taken during the friends-and-family-and-neighborhood preview night at Anselmo’s Coal Oven Pizza.

On the way back from league bowling night at The Gutter.

Another shot of the Gowanus Canal, this time from Union Street looking south. I took this on the way home from having dinner with some friends and former coworkers at Martha Stewart Living.

Rafiqi’s street carts are redoing their menus. I caught the guys in action on a photo shoot.

Currently, dishes are pictured on the carts’ menus in Styrofoam containers. The new visual menus will feature plated food instead.

I think it actually sold more than lottery tickets, but it would be funny if there were a store that only sold scratchers and Powerball.

Taken on the way back from a burger-scouting mission at The Half King.

Taken while returning home from a pizza-scouting mission in Carroll Gardens. I love the Gowanus Canal and the area around it.

Like many people of my age and kind, I’m fascinated with decay and desolate industrial areas. I’m also fascinated by water and can sit and look at bodies of water for—if not hours—a long time.

I would love to live alongside the Gowanus Canal if it weren’t so polluted and didn’t have the potential to smell so bad.

The red on the pilings is from the glow of a warning light.

I like dogs. I really do think they have therapeutic qualities, and I feel much calmer around them.

Therefore, it’s nice to see them on subways.

“So What’cha Want,” Beastie Boys

Earlier in the day I noticed once again that the MTA has been re-covering the old orange and yellow train seats with an overlay of that ugly new blue color that you see in the new R160 cars. It looks hideous.

My favorite color is orange, and I also think orange and yellow are nice colors to wake up to. Subsequently my bathroom towels are mostly orange and yellow. I like going onto the subway and seeing this bright, cheerful color scheme.

So on the way home very late that night, I was on a car with very few people and figured I’d document the old seats for the day when they’re either all re-covered or this model of car is replaced by R160s.

I had a few shots of empty seats and then got the idea to place the camera beneath a bench to shoot the opposite side of the car.

It looks like someone here saw what I was up to.

In the gold band, it says, "Full growth in 1 to 2 weeks."

Wish we could say the same about the economy.

I’ve always liked this weirdly styled model. It looks like it’s ready to go nose-over.

The single cheeseburger at Petey’s Burger. I liked the double cheeseburger there more.

The New York Botanical Garden Orchid Show.

Another BMW 2002 in my neighborhood. This one is often parked in front of the Tea Lounge on Union Street.

Nice vintage signage on West 26th Street.

Bowling during league night at The Gutter in Williamsburg/Greenpoint.

This is perhaps the lamest "365 Photo" I’ve ever taken.

This is a half-eaten Egg McMuffin from the McDonald’s just around the corner. It was sitting on an air conditioner cage outside a building. I tried to do a macro shot. It was blurry. I figured I’d take another photo later in the day.

I forgot to.

So this is what we’re stuck with. Enjoy!

It’s black until you put hot liquid in it. Then the bingo balls are revealed. It’s a lame 365, but there you go.

365.68: Me, Recombobulating, originally uploaded by Adam “Slice” Kuban.

The folks at General George Mitchell International Airport (MKE) certainly have a sense of humor: Airport Draws Smiles with “Recombobulation Area”

Airport Director C. Barry Bateman thought the sign would be funny, so airport workers crafted it in their maintenance shop, [airport spokeswoman Pat] Rowe said. “We work really hard here, but it’s also important to have some fun.”

365.67: Milwaukee Art Museum, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

If my info is still correct, the Calatrava Addition at the Milwaukee Museum of Art is the only Santiago Calatrava building in the U.S. It’s nice to see how the city has embraced this signature building, and, if the in-flight magazine I read is correct, it has spurred a bit of an architectural renaissance in Milwaukee. People there are apparently much more willing to support out-of-the-ordinary buildings now.

365.66: Maria’s Pizza, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

Maria’s Pizza is simply awesome. I’ll blog about it on Slice later. It was a comforting end to a depressing day that started with the funeral early this morning. It rained all day and was cold—just above freezing. So capping the day with Maria’s, a pizza I grew up eating, was nice.

365.65: Motel Hall, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

Well, my paternal grandmother died early on the morning of March 2. C. and I flew in to Milwaukee for the funeral on Saturday morning. This is the motel we’re all staying in. I thought this was a fairly typical motel scene.

Many of my family members on my father’s side are staying here, too—his brother and sister and several of my cousins.

365.64: Driving, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

Coming back from bowling. Took out a Toyota Matrix via Zipcar. Scored a 166 tonight. My highest in a while. Still doesn’t come close to my onetime 180 average when I bowled on a youth league in grade school.

365.63: Snickers, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

I had a better photo for today, but someone didn’t want me to make the photo public, even though it didn’t show her face. Granted, it was more about what else was in the photo than her headless body.

365.62: Snowy Night, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

Yeah. It’s another lame shot. I realized I hadn’t taken anything today and shot this on the way back to my apartment. In this weather, I didn’t feel like ranging wide and far to find something better.

365.61: Sixth Avenue and 28th Street, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

What a nasty day.

This is a brownfield site on 42nd Street near the Hudson. They don’t seem to be making much progress cleaning it up.

Taken while driving to Pennsylvania. My paternal grandmother, who’s in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s in Lancaster, has stopped eating and drinking. This might be one of the last times I get to see her, sadly.

It’s Our Pleasure to Serve You, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

I’m on a prescription for something called a “Z pak”—an antibiotic—along with some sort of cortisone. Doctor says I should be feeling better in a couple of days.

Made more progress. Now about two feet long. Almost through first skein.

My scarf seemed too wide. On the advice of the GF, I decided to rip out everything and start over. It’s going much faster now, and it’s at a little more than a foot long now. I am told I have remarkably consistent stitches.

Update: As of 11:45 p.m., it’s a little more than two feet long now.

I’ve cut back to the New York Times Weekender subscription. Actually, probably not even the Weekender, because I don’t think I get the Friday paper. I’m going to cancel altogether, as it’s cheaper just to buy the Sunday Times at the bodega than to have it delivered.

As I was walking home from the pharmacy (picking up Mucinex—I’ve got a cold), I saw a bit of a gathering of seniors ahead.

Ah! Fifth Avenue Bingo, of course. They were waiting to get in just before opening.

I’ve actually played bingo here, and it’s pretty fun. Fairly low-stakes.

It would be fun to do a group bingo outing here, but you can’t really talk. People get angry if you get too loud because then they can’t hear the announcer.

I actually come from a line of lucky bingo and lottery players. My aunt and grandmother have won thousands at bingo, and my grandmother once won $100,000 in the lottery.

Funny story: My grandmother would have won the jackpot instead of just $100K, but here’s the deal—she usually plays a set of birthdays. She had apparently filled in her card, given it to the clerk, then realized she filled in one wrong number. So she asked for the clerk to void that ticket and played her actual numbers.

Guess what? Yep. Had she played the mistaken numbers, she would have hit the jackpot. Shows that you should always just go with the flow.

Yeah. Lame daily photo. I know. If I plan to look back at this collection some day, though, it will be nice to be reminded of the daily elevator ride up to the office.

Super Savers, RIP. This place had the best selection of toiletries and such. It had a lot of weird, high-end, and obscure beauty products. Before Old Spice enjoyed its resurgence, it was my go-to spot for the old-man aftershave. And it had great natural-bristle Swiss toothbrushes with cool graphics. Sad to see it go.

The New York Times‘s new strategy is just to sell the crap out of Barack Obama editions. Unfortunately, this inauguration issue has been on the rack for ages. Didn’t seem like excitement over this issue was as fevered as the November 5, 2008, one that declared he won the election.

Went here for lunch. Pretty dead on a Tuesday. Easy getting a table at what’s otherwise a pretty crowded place.

‘Clocks for Any Room’, originally uploaded by Adam "Slice" Kuban.

You know, I have very specific clock needs and have found that most stores have clocks for kitchens and living rooms but not for bathrooms or offices. Or vice versa. It’s refreshing to find a store that caters to all my room-specific time-telling needs.

While we were out and about today, I figured I’d get a shot of Stromboli Pizza, since I don’t recall off-hand having one. This turned out to be the best photo of the day, mostly because the girl on the phone here has kind of a cool style and a neat pose. I like the way the people are moving through the frame here, too.

We went to Montauk on Saturday for a Valentine’s Day road trip. This defunct radar installation is at the center of some pretty out-there conspiracy theories. I’m glad I read about them after I got home, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have gotten so close to this building.